Daiyu's shy expression is undoubtedly extremely beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, there was still a maid in the house, and Jia Huan looked away with great difficulty.

At this time, the big and small maids came forward to say hello with a smile. Jia Huan asked Raider and Zijuan, "How is Sister Lin's diet and daily life recently?" ”

Zijuan was wearing a cyan tooth-pinching vest and replied with a smile. The attacker occasionally added a few words. Snow Goose and Mo'er listened from the sidelines.

After Jia Huan listened, he went through it in his heart and put his mind at ease. told Zijuan a few words and attacked people. After a few more sips of tea, Jia Huan and Daiyu went to the bookcase under the window to write. The maids all retreated with interest.

When it was, the bamboo shadow outside the window reflected in the veil, and the house was cloudy and green, and a few clouds were cold. The bookcase is full of books. Lin Ruhai left a lot of books for Daiyu, all of which were brought back from Jinling.

The faint fragrance of the girl lingered around her, and an infinitely beautiful feeling floated in her heart. Jia Huan looked at the manuscript of the poem on the desk, looked at the three words "Funeral Flower Yin" on his head, and was slightly shocked in his heart. It stands to reason that this poem, which represents the pinnacle of Daiyu, should not appear!

For example: Liu Siyu pods are from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei; Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

For example, this sentence: The swallows between the beams are too ruthless! Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

This kind of mournful, miserable, and mournful voice should definitely not appear. The life, security, and stability he gave Daiyu have already changed dramatically.

Why, is the trajectory of fate still like this?

Jia Huan's literacy will not rummage through Daiyu's things. Daiyu put away the poem manuscript in a slight panic, and said with a soft and charming squeamish: "Brother Huan..., you are not allowed to read it." "Poetry is the voice of the heart. This is almost Daiyu's diary.

Jia Huan smiled mildly and said pityingly: "Okay, I don't look at it." "My heart hurts slightly.

At this time, the parrot under the corridor didn't know how to tease people, so he first learned Daiyu's tone and sighed, and then read: "If you die today, you will be buried, and you will not know when you will be mourned?" Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong? Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age; Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing! ”

Parrot.

Suddenly, the slightly sad mood in Jia Huan's heart was diluted, and he smiled and said, "Feng'er, you don't let me see it, but I only need to tease your parrot to know now." ”

This parrot can be regarded as dismantling Daiyu's platform.

Demolishing the stage for the parrot, Daiyu herself laughed, wearing a summer water-green dress, covering her mouth and smiling, charming, like a flower like jade, with bright eyes slightly disgusted, and said: "It used to be very quiet, but at this time I came to read a sentence, thinking that the maid outside was naughty, and provoked it to talk." Brother Huan, you are not allowed to tease it. ”

The voice is like a flute, and the tone is delicate.

Jia Huan just smiled and asked the maid outside to bring in a basin of water, wash her hands, and wipe them dry. Spread out the exquisite cooked rice paper on Daiyu's bookcase, lifted her Yanghaohu pen, tilted her head slightly, looked at the beautiful, charming, delicate girl with a miserable life around her, and said softly: "

Feng'er, people are inherently dead. Even if he is a hero and a proud son of the sky, in the end he is also a handful of loess. Even if it is peerless, the city and the country are overwhelmed, and in the end they are also pink skeletons. We are struggling in this earthly world, going through all kinds of sufferings and sufferings. And the struggle is precisely to show that we are alive and have been alive.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. In the face of hardship, there is no need for us to be pessimistic. Man will conquer the heavens. Fighting with the sky, the fun is endless. I have a poem that I want to write to you: How much ambition to sacrifice for the sake of reason, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky! ”

Jia Huan said, the tip of the pen flowed away, and on the rice paper, with a standard face, he wrote this poem of the chairman's heroism and full of revolutionary romanticism.

Looking at the poems on the paper, and then looking at the man standing upright, Daiyu felt in her heart, and her eyes flowed. Feel his rock-solid will, generosity, open-mindedness, and manly spirit.

She remembered the long autumn nights in Jinling. I remembered that he was like the sun shining in her heart after her father's death, bringing warmth. She remembered the poem that Jia Huan had circulated in Beijing before: The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken. The heavens want to fall, and they depend on it.

Her affection for Brother Huan is not the attraction of his talent. His best poems are also Huai Baochai, "Red Lotus Fragrance Residual Jade Autumn", and "If life is only as first seen". What she likes is that he pierces the night like a heavy, lofty mountain, and holds up a colorful sky for her.

"Brother Huan, I..." Daiyu murmured softly, gently snuggling up to Jia Huan's side.

Jia Huan put down the brush, hugged Daiyu, the warm fragrant nephrite, and gently stroked her long hair. Dumbfounded. How did he ask Daiyu to believe and practice "man will conquer heaven". However, I do hope that she will be optimistic and strong, and no longer make sad words.

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I don't know how long time has passed, Shi Xiangyun's giggling voice came from outside, "Sister Lin, this parrot is also elegant now." ”

Jia Huan and Daiyu separated. After a while, I saw Shi Xiangyun coming in with Cui Wei, followed by Zijuan, Raider, Qingwen, and Ruyi. Laughter wafted. A bold, lively, and happy charm came to his face, which is Shi Xiangyun.

Shi Xiangyun approached with a laugh and said, "Brother Huan, Sister Lin, what kind of good poems are you tasting, so that I can also take a look." ”

Daiyu's face was still a little red, and she whispered to the maid to pour tea.

Shi Xiangyun went around to the right side of the bookcase. looked at the sentence on the paper, tasted it for a while, and said, "Brother Huan'er, this is in line with your temperament." It does not conform to Sister Lin's style. ”

Jia Huan picked up the pen and said with a smile: "Your sister Lin is sad that the spring flowers are red, and she has a long poem." I have a poem here. As he spoke, he wrote on the paper: Luohong is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Daiyu was on Jia Huan's left side, slightly stunned. Savor it in your heart. This sentence contains persuasion, telling, and affection. More flower protection. When I think about it, I feel a little stupid.

And Xiangyun's interpretation has another meaning, and he said with a smile: "Brother Huan, your poem is quite interesting." Ingenuity. It's just that you have to complete the whole poem. ”

Jia Huan smiled slightly and said: "In the winter of the twelfth year of Yongzhi, I left Jinling with Sister Lin to return to Beijing and say goodbye to my old friend. The poem says: The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

Jia Huan completed it like this, and the meaning changed completely. Lin Daiyu couldn't help but smile, like a hibiscus blooming, amazing and indescribable.

Shi Xiangyun clapped his hands and smiled: "Oh, Brother Huan, I'm afraid this is another masterpiece for the ages." From now on, a few of us, who dares to compose poetry in front of you? If there is a poetry meeting in the future, you will definitely not be invited to come. ”

Jia Huan, Daiyu, and all the maids laughed when they said this.

Jia Huan was going to tell Shi Xiangyun yesterday that Wei Ruolan's marriage was not good, and Wei Ruolan was a short-lived ghost. But thinking that Shi Xiangyun couldn't be the master of her own marriage, she said it, but it only increased her sadness. At this time, when he met Shi Xiangyun, he didn't say anything.

A few people laughed for a while, taking advantage of the fact that the sun had not completely come out and the garden was quiet, they went to the flower mound where Daiyu buried the flowers that day, and then planned to go to the spring house to sit down.

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Baochai chatted with her mother yesterday because of Mei Hanlin's divorce, rested in Lixiang Courtyard at night, and entered the Grand View Garden early in the morning.

On the way, I met the housekeeper's daughter-in-law and knew that the sisters were all together. All the way to Daoxiang Village, I met everyone on the willow embankment, and Yingchun, Tanchun, Xichun, Li Kun, Sister Feng and Sister Qiao, Xiangling and the maids played in the garden.

For a while, everyone talked about why Daiyu and Shi Xiangyun didn't come yet. Yingchun said funny: "Why didn't Sister Lin see me?" What a lazy girl! Will you still be able to sleep? ”

Baochai smiled and said, "You wait, I'll go and make trouble for her." "All the way to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Walking outside the courtyard of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, when I saw the maids coming and going, I knew that Daiyu had gotten up. Maybe something is delayed.

Baochai didn't go in, and suddenly saw a pair of jade-colored butterflies among the flowers on the side of the road, as big as a fan, fluttering in the wind up and down, very interesting.

Baochai was so happy that he wanted to pounce on the butterfly to play, so he took out the fan from his sleeve, unfolded the exquisite fan made of agarwood, held it in his hand, and walked slowly to the side of the flowers, and went to the fan first.

Unexpectedly, the pair of butterflies were very flexible, and flew towards the grass when the wind came. Baochai hurriedly tiptoed along. The grass is no better than the flowers, and Baochai is swooping from top to bottom this time, and the butterflies are about to pounce.

She has a goose-yellow dress today, a round face and almond eyes, a plump face, and a snow-white look. is a dignified and elegant goddess, these few times, it is like a bright, playful, lively girl playing.

Baochai still didn't catch the butterfly this time. The pair of butterflies rose and fell, coming and going, wearing flowers and willows, and wanted to cross the river. The Baochai who was introduced followed all the way to the Dicui Pavilion in the pool, drenched in sweat and panting.

The Dicui Pavilion is surrounded by verandah curved bridges, built on the water in the pool, and carved and carved maules on all sides are pasted with paper. Baochai was tired of fluttering, so he didn't want to catch this pair of butterflies again. The wind blows on the curved bridge, and it is very comfortable under the shade of the trees.

When Baochai was about to go back, he heard a hearty laugh on the side of the rockery behind him, and saw Jia Huan wearing a jade-colored robe and turned out first, smiling, with some playful meaning in his smile, and shouted: "Sister Bao..."

Far away from the corridor, about 20 meters away, Baochai looked at Jia Huan's smile, and she didn't know how she fluttered butterflies to Jia Huan. The heart rejoices. As the saying goes, when you see a gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it.

The snow-white pretty face is shy. Jia Huan called her, how embarrassed was she to go over and talk to him? She nodded, and prepared to leave from the Dicui Pavilion. Then I saw Daiyu, Xiangyun, and a few maids coming out from behind the rockery. The crowd shouted to her. Baochai didn't have a good time leaving, so he came over and talked to everyone.

Jia Huan asked with a smile, "Did my sister catch that pair of butterflies?" ”

Of course, he would not be as stupid as the big-faced treasure, and directly compared Baochai to Yang Guifei. Yang Guifei is beautiful, but the evaluation is not good! Disaster in disguise. Tang Xuanzong lost the country, and others wrote down Yang Guifei.

In other words, Baochai fluttered butterflies, and the girlish nature revealed by it, he had never seen it, and he had a charming beauty. Speaking of which, Sister Bao, today is only fifteen years old, which is the year of Jiji.

Jia Huan is a little ridiculous, Baochai communicates with Jia Huan every day, but he will not be angry because of this, and said, "Where did you catch it?" Changing the subject, he asked, "Brother Huan, where do you come from?" ”

For a while, everyone laughed. Jia Huan knew Baochai's thoughts, and was embarrassed to meet him before marriage, so under the pretext that there was something, he left first and left the Grand View Garden.

It's just that in my mind, I always think about the scene where Sister Bao wore a goose-yellow skirt and bent down to flutter butterflies.

As soon as I returned to Lixiang Courtyard, I saw Caixia coming over in a hurry, "Third master, Mrs. kicked Sister Jin Chu'er out." ”