Daiyu's shy expression was undoubtedly extremely beautiful. However, there was still a maid in the room, and Jia Huan struggled to move away from his eyes.

At this time, the maids of all sizes came forward with a smile and said hello. Jia Huan asked Xiren and Zijuan, "How is Lin's diet and daily life recently?"

Zijuan was wearing a green tooth-pinching vest and replied with a smile. Xiren occasionally added a few words. Xueyan and Mo'er listened.

After hearing this, Jia Huan passed it over and felt relieved. He reminded Zijuan and Xiren for a few words. After a few more bites of tea, Jia Huan and Daiyu went to the desk office under the window to write. The maids all tactfully retreated.

When that was the time, the bamboo shadows outside the window reflected the gauze, and the room was covered with shade and moist, and the mattresses were cold. The bookcase was full of books. Lin Ruhai left a lot of books for Daiyu, and they were all brought back from Jinling.

A faint fragrance of the girl was lingering around her, and infinite beautiful feeling rose in her heart. Jia Huan looked at the manuscript of the poem on the table and the three words "The Song of Burial Flowers" that looked up, and was slightly shocked. Logically speaking, this poem representing the peak of Daiyu should not appear!

For example: Willow-sliced ​​elm pods are fragrant, regardless of whether they are peach blossoms or plum blossoms; peach blossoms can be released again next year, who knows in the boudoir next year?

For example, this sentence: Swallows in the Liang Dynasty are too ruthless! Although the flowers can be pecked next year, they will not be able to fall into the empty nest of Liang. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, swords and frost are pressing each other;

This kind of sadness, misery, and sadness should never appear. The life, security and stability he gave Daiyu has long been a world-shaking change.

Why, is the trajectory of fate still going to be like this?

Jia Huan's qualities will naturally not turn over Daiyu's things. Daiyu put away the manuscript of the poem in a panic and said with a gentle and charming voice: "Brother Huan..., you are not allowed to read it." The poem is the voice of his heart. This is almost Daiyu's diary.

Jia Huan smiled gently and said pity: "Okay, I won't look." His heart aches.

At this time, the parrot in the corridor was funny. He first sighed in Daiyu's tone, and then said, "You are dead and buried. I wonder when you will die? The person who buried the flowers is so crazy. Who will be buried in the past year? Look at the end of spring, the flowers are gradually falling, and it is time for the beauty to die. Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old and the flowers will fall, and the two of them will die! "

Parrotism.

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

This parrot has been regarded as the destruction of Daiyu's platform.

When he broke the parrot, Daiyu also laughed, wearing a summer water-green long dress, covering her mouth and smiling, her charming appearance, like a flower and jade, with a slightly angry eyes, and said, "It used to be quite quiet, but I just read it at this time, I think the maid outside is naughty and messing with it. Brother Huan, you are not allowed to tease it."

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

Jia Huan just smiled and asked the maid outside to bring in a basin of clear water, wash his hands, and wipe it dry. She spread the exquisite cooked rice paper on Daiyu's desk, picked up her Yanghaohu pen, turned her head slightly, looked at the beautiful, charming, beautiful girl around her, and a miserable life, and said softly: "

Pin'er, one will die. Even if a hero is the most powerful person, the pride of heaven will eventually be a handful of loess. Even if it is splendid and beautiful, the whole country will eventually be a red and pink skeleton. We struggle in this world, experiencing all kinds of suffering and torture. And struggle means that we are still alive and once alive.

Heaven moves vigorously, and gentlemen strive for self-improvement. In the face of difficulties and hardships, we do not need to be pessimistic. Man conquers nature. Fighting with heaven is endless joy. I have a poem to write to you: sacrifice more ambitions on the grounds, and dare to change the sun and the moon to a new sky!"

As Jia Huan said, the tip of his pen flowed away, and on the rice paper, he wrote this sentence of the Chairman's heroic spirit, full of revolutionary romantic feelings.

Looking at the poems on the paper and then looking at the man standing tall, Daiyu felt in her heart, her bright eyes flowing. She felt her firm will, generous, open-minded heart, and masculine spirit.

She remembered the long autumn nights in Jinling. She remembered that he shone into her heart like the sun after her father died, bringing warmth. She remembered the poem that Jia Huan had circulated in Beijing before: The mountain pierced the blue sky and the sky was not broken. The sky was about to fall, and it was up to it.

Her feelings for Brother Huan were not attracted by his talent. His best poems were to be loved by Baochai, "The fragrance of red lotus roots and leaves jade mats", and "If life was just like the first meeting". What she liked was that he was like a thick and lofty mountain peak, piercing the night and supporting her with a colorful sky.

"Brother Huan, I..." Daiyu whispered softly, snuggling gently beside Jia Huan.

Jia Huan put down his brush, hugged Daiyu, warm and soft jade, gently stroked her long hair, and laughed silently. How could he ask Daiyu to believe and practice "manage to conquer nature". However, he really hoped that she would be optimistic, strong, and no longer make words of sadness.

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I don’t know how long it has passed, but Shi Xiangyun’s giggle came from outside, “Sister Lin’s parrot is now elegant.”

Jia Huan and Daiyu separated. After a while, Shi Xiangyun came in with Cuilu, followed by Zijuan, Xiren, Qingwen, Ruyi. The laughter floated. A bold, lively and happy charm came to his face, which was Shi Xiangyun.

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

Daiyu's face was slightly red, and she asked the maid to pour tea in a soft voice.

Shi Xiangyun walked around to the right side of the book case. He looked at the sentence on the paper, savored it for a while, and said, "Brother Huan, this is in line with your temperament. It does not conform to Sister Lin's style of writing."

Jia Huan picked up his pen and smiled and said, "You sister Lin was sad about the fallen flowers in spring, and there is a long poem. I have a poem here." As she said that, she wrote on the paper: Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

Daiyu was slightly stunned on the left side of Jia Huan. She savored it carefully. This sentence was filled with persuasion, expression, and feelings. She even more protects the flowers. When she thought about it, she felt a little confused.

Xiangyun's interpretation was of another meaning, and she said with a smile: "Brother Huan, your poem is quite interesting. It is unique. But it is better to make up for the whole poem."

Jia Huan smiled slightly and said, "In the winter of the 12th year of Yongzhi, I left Jinling with Sister Lin and returned to Beijing. I said goodbye to my old friend. The poem says: The vast and sad parting is slanted in the sun, and the whip is pointed eastward and the end of the world is the end of the world. The fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Jia Huan's meaning changed completely when he completed this. Lin Daiyu couldn't help but smile, like a lotus flower blooming, which was amazing.

Shi Xiangyun clapped his hands and smiled, "Oh, Brother Huan, this is probably another masterpiece for all ages. From now on, who would dare to write a poem in front of you? If there is a poetry meeting in the future, you will definitely not be invited."

Jia Huan, Daiyu, and all the maids laughed.

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 could not make any decision on her own marriage, he said that it only increased her sadness. At this time, when he met Shi Xiangyun, he didn't say anything.

The few people joked for a while, and while the sun had not yet come out, the garden was quiet, they went to the flower tomb where Daiyu buried the flowers that day, and then planned to sit in Tanchun's house.

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Baochai talked with her mother yesterday about Mei Hanlin's divorce, rested in Lixiangyuan in the evening, and entered the Grand View Garden early in the morning.

On the way, I met the housekeeper's wife and knew that the sisters were all together. I came all the way to Daoxiang Village and met everyone on the willow dike. I played with Yingchun, Tanchun, Xichun, Li Wan, Fengjie, Qiaojie, Xiangling and other maids in the garden.

For a moment, when everyone talked about Daiyu, why didn’t Shi Xiangyun come yet? Yingchun said funnyly: “Why didn’t Sister Lin meet? What a lazy girl! Can’t she sleep now?”

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

Baochai stopped going in, and suddenly saw a pair of jade butterflies in the flowers on the side of the road, as big as a ball of fans, flying up and down in the wind, which was very interesting.

Baochai was happy to see it and wanted to pounce on the butterfly to play. She took out the fan from her sleeve, spread the exquisite fan made of agarwood, held it in her hand, walked gently to the edge of the flowers, and went to the first one.

Unexpectedly, the pair of butterflies were very flexible and flew towards the grass in the wind. Baochai hurriedly followed. The grass was no more than flowers. This time, Baochai pounced from top to bottom and was about to pounce on the butterflies.

Today, she has a goose yellow skirt, round face and almond eyes, a plump appearance, snow-white and smooth. She was originally a dignified and elegant goddess, but these few strokes were like a bright, playful and lively girl playing.

Baochai still did not pounce on the butterfly. The pair of butterflies rose and fell, coming and going, passing through flowers and spreading willows, and were about to cross the river. Baochai followed him to the Dichui Pavilion in the pool, sweating profusely and gasping for a fine amount.

The Dicui Pavilion is surrounded by a curved bridge on all sides, which is built on the water in the pond, and is carved with inlays on all sides are covered with paper. Baochai was tired and didn't want to catch this pair of butterflies. It was blowing against the wind in the curved bridge, and it was very comfortable under the shade of the trees.

When Baochai was about to go back, she heard a cheerful laughter from the rockery behind her. When she saw Jia Huan turning out in a jade-colored gown, smiling, with a bit of teasing in her smile, and shouting: "Sister Bao..."

Across the corridor, about twenty meters away, Baochai looked at Jia Huan's smile, but she didn't know how she looked like she was rushing to the butterfly. She was happy in her heart. As the saying goes, since she saw a gentleman, Yun Hu was not happy.

The snow-white pretty face was shy. Jia Huan called her, how could she have the nerve to go over and talk to him? She nodded and was about to leave from the other end of Dicuiting. Then she saw Daiyu, Xiangyun, and a few maids coming out from behind the rockery. Everyone called her together. Baochai couldn't leave, so she came over and talked to everyone.

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

Of course, he would not be as stupid as Big Face Bao, and he directly compared Baochai to Yang Guifei. Yang Guifei was beautiful, but he had a bad evaluation! Beauty was in trouble. Emperor Xuanzong of Tang lost his country and others remembered Yang Guifei.

By the way, why haven’t he seen the girlish nature that Baochai snatched butterflies before, and she has a charming beauty. Speaking of which, Sister Bao is only fifteen years old today, and she is in her prime.

Jia Huan was a bit ridiculous. Baochai communicated with Jia Huan every day, so she wouldn't be angry about this. She said, "Where did you catch it?" She changed the topic and asked, "Brother Huan, where are you from?"

For a moment, everyone started to laugh. Jia Huan knew Baochai’s thoughts and was embarrassed to meet him before marriage. He used the excuse that he had something to do and left first and left the Grand View Garden.

But in my mind, I always thought about the scene where Sister Bao was wearing a goose yellow skirt and bent down to slap in a butterfly.
Chapter completed!