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The midday sun fell on the brick-walled courtyard, bringing with it the warmth of winter.

Yun Yao, the personal maid, came back from Jia Huan's residence to inquire about the news, "Girl, Jia Sanye has not come back from going to Wei's house to eat and drink." We're going to have to wait a little longer. ”

Lin Qianwei wore a pink skirt and paced back and forth in the bedroom, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, beautiful and unprovoked.

After listening to the maid's words, his eyes flashed in disappointment, he thought about it, and ordered: "Yun Yao, you go and prepare the painting boat." There are also wine and food, pen and ink, and good white paper..."Tell the little things one by one.

Yun Yao replied funny at the door, "I know." ”

Jia Sanye asked the girl to go to Mochou Lake this afternoon. The girl was anxious. However, thinking about the five-year contract, she was not very optimistic about this relationship.

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The first scenic spot in Jinling is the "Mochou smoke and rain" of Mochou Lake.

Approaching the cold season, the vast lake surface of Mochou Lake is bleak and cold, and there are few tourists. The buildings, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions in the park are staggered. The willows on the embankment withered.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Jia Huan came out of Wei Hong's house to eat wine, met with Lin Qianwei at Wuding Bridge, and went to a certain sorrowful lake outside Qingliangmen to swim in the lake. Fulfill the promise made before taking Daiyu to Suzhou.

However, after all, it is winter, and in this era of strict etiquette, couples can't even hold hands when they visit the lake and garden together. The two of them walked around in the cold wind for a while, and then returned to the warm painting boat with a smile.

"There's a little bit of a rubber bulge." Lin Qianwei bit her red lips with her teeth, smiled lightly, and served Jia Huan to untie her gorgeous black cloak and stack it on the storage hanger in the cabin of the painting boat.

What she and Jia Huan did just now felt a little silly when they thought about it.

Jia Huan smiled and argued: "Doing something that we will never forget is called mood." His eyes followed Lin Qianwei's beautiful and tall figure.

Her illness has been cured these days. Spirited. Wrapped in a light pink cloak, he is tall and slender. With his back to him and bending down to put down his cloak, a graceful curve of his back, hips, and legs was revealed. It is beautiful and moving, as if it can penetrate the hearts of people.

"Is it also an unforgettable thing for Jia Lang to take your cousin to swim in the lake and write the famous sentence 'I want to compare the West Lake to Mo Chou'?"

As Lin Qianwei spoke, she suddenly turned around and glanced at Jia Huan. Jia Huan was looking at her, and of course she could feel it. A feeling of joy and sweetness floats in my heart. There is no woman who does not like the appreciation of her lover. It's just that there will be some shyness.

Jia Huan smiled slightly. Of course, he wouldn't be embarrassed.

"Eh..."Lin Qianwei shyly and helplessly, took off her cloak, revealing that she was wearing a light white cardigan inside. Bright eyes and cool teeth, bright and unprovoked. In winter, she doesn't wear much, and at this time she shows her slender figure. The faint curves loom under the white gown, exuding an elegant lady's style.

She used to be a young lady in an official family. This is her innate temperament, soaked into her bones.

Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei were talking At this moment, the maid Qing'er and Yun Yao brought in exquisite and delicious wine and food. Place on the table.

The custom of the dynasty has shifted from kneeling to sitting on stools and soft couches. In the 87th version of the Dream of Red Mansions TV series, the golden mandarin duck Sanxuan tooth card order shows this scene. At this time, there is a spacious soft couch behind the long table in the painting boat.

After Lin Qianwei took off her cloak, she came over, naturally sat next to Jia Huan, holding a pot in her hand, pouring wine for Jia Huan, looking at his face with bright eyes, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance in her heart.

Jia Huan took the wine glass and gently held Lin Qianwei's soft jade hand.

He will leave Jinling the day after tomorrow. It's been a long time. He has a five-year contract with Lin Qianwei. However, it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. Neither of them opened their mouths to say goodbye. Only let the sorrow and affection flow in the heart.

Drink wine and eat vegetables. Time is passing quietly and quickly. The atmosphere is quiet, warm and full of sadness before parting. Outside the boat, the singing on the Qinhuai River came from afar in the afternoon.

Lin Qianwei snuggled softly on Jia Huan's shoulder and asked softly, "Jia Lang, how is your relationship with your cousin?" "It's not jealousy, it's just changing the subject. With her background as a famous prostitute, no matter who she marries, she is a concubine.

Jia Huan hugged Lin Qianwei's thin waist, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm worried." Weiwei, do you think I'm too hypocritical? "Who can resist Lin Daiyu's charm? His affection for Sister Lin has increased to a critical point.

Don't talk any nonsense about reason, feelings, etc. If Daiyu suddenly said to him now: Brother Huan, I don't like you anymore. Then he will probably feel very uncomfortable in his heart.

O man!

Lin Qianwei smiled and said bluntly: "Of course it is." You should be like me. To like is to like, and not to like is not to like. Don't live up to your cousin's affection. ”

Jia Huan took a sip of wine, smiled and shook his head. Not the same.

Lin Qianwei saw that Jia Huan's mood was not high, and said, "I'll sing a tune for you." Just leaning on Jia Huan's side, Tankou opened lightly, and sang: "The lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming, and the red light is covered with blue water." The color is the same, and the lotus root is the same. ”

A soft voice, as if a lover is whispering. The tactful and beautiful singing voice made Jia Huan's mood empty and forget his troubles. It's a love poem.

Jia Huan hugged Lin Qianwei's soft waist and hugged her into his arms. The pleasant fragrance of beauty came to his nose, and his delicate, slender body snuggled in his arms. Excellent touch. Looking down at Lin Da Beauty, who was sitting softly on his lap, snuggling up and putting her crimson cheeks against his chest, slightly shy and flustered. Jia Huan couldn't help but bow her head and kiss her pink red lips...

He now understands why Pang Ze insists on marrying the Zhang family's lady.

When you have some troubles, a beautiful woman sings a song for you to make you happy and nostalgic, and that kind of touch is enough to melt people's hearts. You will feel that you are the only center in her world, and if you are unhappy, she will be upset.

This is not love, and what is it?

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The sun is setting in the west, and the evening is coming.

Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei hugged each other and talked casually. It doesn't matter what you say, it's who you say it with. It wasn't until the dim light filled the cabin that Jia Huan realized the passage of time.

Jia Huan instructed the maid outside to prepare for the return trip, caressing Lin Qianwei's beautiful goose egg face, her skin was not that fair, but radiant with a healthy luster. Bright eyes, cool teeth, delicate facial features. Very beautiful woman.

At this moment, he had a peaceful and happy mood floating in his heart, and said, "Weiwei, speaking of love songs, I have a tune, see if you can sing it?" ”

Lin Qianwei chuckled, raised her head slightly, looked at Jia Huan's eyes, and said proudly: "Of course I can sing." The concubine is curious about what kind of music Jia Lang has? ”

Jia Huan's poetry, she admires and admires it very much. Highly regarded. But it's not just poetry that can be sung. She's a connoisseur.

Jia Huan laughed heartily, gently patted her soft buttocks, and when she got up, she got up and walked to the side of the case, took a pen and paper, and wrote the famous episode "Daughter's Love" in the TV series Journey to the West.

Lin Qianwei stood beside Jia Huan, blinking her beautiful eyes, her dark eyes dripped, and she smiled: "Jia Lang, what kind of song is this?" Weird. ”

Jia Huan smiled: "Very famous tune." As he spoke, he hummed softly.

Although Jia Huan said that he listened to songs, his singing level was a middle and lower level in KTV. Not clever. The five tones are not complete, but they are not at the level of ordinary people. But in the ears of a Fang family like Lin Qianwei, there were many loopholes, causing her to lean over Jia Huan's shoulder and giggle.

Looking at the smiling flowers and trembling Lin Da Beauty, Jia Huan smiled casually and didn't mind. There's no shame in not being able to sing. I have a specialization in the art industry. Instead, he asked with a bit of an exam, "How is it, can you sing?" ”

You know, ancient and modern music are two different things entirely. He thought that the music was good, but it may not have sounded to people at the time. An era, an era of music. For example, the Book of Songs in the pre-Qin period, and the later Tang and Song poems. and then to modern pop music. Music is imprinted with the traces of the times.

Lin Qianwei glanced at Bai Jiahuan with a smile, supported Jia Huan's shoulder with one hand, and said casually, "Mandarin ducks and amphibious butterflies fly together, and the spring color in the garden is intoxicating..."

This song, like a yellow warbler, is beautiful and tactful, and Jia Huan sighs to himself. Feel like the pores all over your body are going to open. completely sang the mournful and lingering affection of the king of the daughter country to Tang Seng.

After Lin Qianwei finished singing and breathing, Jia Huan wrote a tune again and hummed it. Since Lin Qianwei can sing modern songs, he wants her to sing the song he likes for him.

Lin Qianwei looked at Jia Huan strangely, not knowing where he got these strange lyrics and songs. But the lover likes to listen, she won't shirk, takes a slight breath, and sings a cappella.

Let's swing the sculls

The boat pushes away the waves

The beautiful white pagoda is reflected in the sea

Surrounded by green trees and red walls.......

The familiar singing and lyrics made Jia Huan sigh with emotion, the white tower and the red wall seemed to be isolated from the memory of hundreds of years of time. Open the deepest picture of his heart. Remembering his innocent schoolboy days. Remembering my father, my mother..., in that dim light, the picture of my father chopping wood, my mother feeding the pigs..., the poor and warm golden childhood. I remember when he sang with his classmates at the graduation ceremony of elementary school.

Yes, when others saw his strong will, how could they have thought about his weakness. He has come this way, games, fierce fights, killings, imperial examinations, revenge, hardships and hardships along the way, who knows?

Alive, these two simple words, extremely heavy. That's life. However, people who struggle in life are happy and real. We shouldn't complain. Without struggling, how can you prove that you are still alive?

Jia Huan was in a stirring mood and hugged Lin Qianwei.

He was very fortunate that he could meet such an understanding girl by his side as he walked all the way and overcame obstacles. However, when he tasted the beauty of the two loves, the time together was coming to an end. He will return to the capital the day after tomorrow.

The hardships of life are nothing more than that.

Lin Qianwei felt Jia Huan's agitation, almost out of control and revealed true feelings, and her heart seemed to be filled with sweet springs, and in his ear, she said slowly, softly: "Jia Lang, I'm here." ”

Boat to Wuding Bridge. Jia Huan followed Lin Qianwei back to her home. After entering the door, Jia Huan picked her up horizontally and walked to the bedroom.

He wanted her.

Lin Qianwei, the big green clothes in Jia Huan's heart, the bright and noble beauty, after a coquettish snort, buried the head of the mantis in his chest, and her face was hot and crimson. (To be continued.) )