Jia Lian did not expect that he and Sister Lin, who was "raised in a boudoir unknown to anyone" and "couldn't be called out", would meet so casually in the pavilion in the garden.
Jia Lian never expected that in the background of the dusk and drizzle, on the blue-grey rockery and in the dark maroon pavilion, a solitary and slender figure would immediately remind him of Lu Wanning.
And this Lu Wanning was Jia Liancheng’s junior high school classmate in his previous life.
At that time, he was thirteen years old and she was also thirteen years old.
They only stayed together for half a year before she transferred to another school and was never heard from again. But she left a deep imprint on his heart.
Because it was his first love, his secret love, and his bitter love.
His first love affair seemed to have started when he saw her slender figure on the way home from school on that drizzly evening.
It can't even be called love, because it only happens in Jia Liancheng's heart, and there is no time to mix it with lust, only pure love.
But that was the first time in his life that he knew what it felt like to fall in love with another person.
The most sincere love, love that makes your soul ache.
Jia Liancheng, who was actually thirty years old, suddenly felt that the surprise that he had traveled back to the age of nineteen actually exceeded the surprise that he had originally traveled back to the aristocratic Jia Lian.
Just "a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse", how can he be like a "young man in bright clothes and an angry horse"?
He is young again and regains his youthful sense of strength. More importantly, he no longer has to feel inferior to himself when he is young. It would be great if he could make up for the shortcomings in his life again.
If she was Lu Wanning, whom he was obsessed with in the first place, he would not miss his love again.
Because it was only after he lost that he realized that there are some things and some feelings that cannot be hesitated. Once he misses them, he will never have another chance.
Looking at the figure blurred by the raindrops in front of him, Jia Lian felt that in his heart, Lu Wanning's appearance had never been so clear.
Perhaps, because he was shy at that time, he never dared to take a serious look at Lu Wanning's face.
Xing'er, who was holding an umbrella behind him, said a few words, but Jia Lian didn't hear anything.
He just walked towards that figure step by step, as if he could walk into his own youthful love memories.
At that time, Jia Liancheng, who was thin, would think of a poem every time he saw the slender and quiet Lu Wanning, a poem that he can still recite casually to this day:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long time
The lonely rain alley
I hope to meet you
Like a lilac
A sad girl
She does
The same color as lilac
Fragrance like lilac
Sorrow like lilac
Complaining in the rain
Sad and hesitant
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley
Holding an oil paper umbrella
Like me
Like me
Walking silently
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy
She approached silently
Approach and throw
Eyes like Taixi
She floated by
Like a dream
As sad and confused as a dream
Like floating in a dream
A sprig of lilac
This girl floated beside me
She was far away silently, far away
Arriving at the dilapidated fence
Walk through this rainy alley
In the lamentation of rain
Removed her color
Scattered her fragrance
Dissipated, even hers
Eyes that look like breath
Melancholy like lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long time
The lonely rain alley
I hope to pass
Like a lilac
A sad girl
Jia Lian walked closer step by step and saw clearly that the fairy sister standing tall in the pavilion was just similar to the Lu Wanning in her heart.
But for some reason, Jia Lian was not disappointed.
The girl in the pavilion has softer eyes, seeming to be happy but not happy, and her eyebrows are more affectionate, looking like frowning but not frowning. In addition to being delicate and clear, her eyebrows also have a certain sadness that cannot be concealed.
Her slenderness is clearly pathological, but Lu Wanning's slenderness is still healthy.
She has a natural beauty that makes those descriptions of "pretty flowers shining on the water, weak willows supporting the wind" seem shallow in front of her.
In short, other girls are flowers.
And she is the flower soul, the flower soul in the drizzle at dusk.
……
Jia Lian himself had no idea that he was reading Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" all the way to Sister Lin.
Lin Daiyu heard that the maids said that accidents and injuries in the garden were all caused by the demolition of the Feng Shui Bridge. She felt that she was feeling better, so she came to the pavilion to see where the demolition was. It happened to be raining, so the maid went to get an umbrella.
So I wait here alone.
Looking at the rainy scene, Daiyu felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She faintly recalled the poem "The blue bird does not convey foreign messages from the clouds, and the lilacs bear sorrow in the rain." However, she saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old walking towards her. She was about to avoid it when she realized that the man was staring at her, which made her heart beat wildly.
And the tall and tall young man in gorgeous clothes walked towards him step by step in the light rain. His handsome face was full of infatuation. He seemed to be chanting in his mouth, but he couldn't quite understand it. He only remembered it.
There is a saying "A girl who is like a lilac, with a sorrowful resentment".
Just in time to hit what she was thinking of, "Lilacs in the sky are melancholy in the rain", and Daiyu's face suddenly turned red.
……
Jia Lian was still stunned, but Xing'er behind him was already frightened:
I said that the second master must have a fever, and he was even confused!
How could anyone stare at the eldest daughter of the Lin family with such a straight look, it is extremely disrespectful.
My second master can't even seduce other people's wives or widows on the street. At any rate, he has to go behind someone's back to steal sex.
If Mr. Lin or Butler Lin saw this, would it be okay?
Xing'er tugged on Jia Lian's sleeves, but there was no response.
Xing'er pushed Jia Lian's arm, but there was no response.
In desperation, Xing'er gritted his teeth, pinched Jia Lian's arm hard, and called "Second Master".
Jia Lian recovered from the pain and heard Xing'er calling him again. Then he realized that he was no longer Jia Liancheng, and the girl in front of him was not his first love.
Xing'er reminded in a low voice: "Second Master, etiquette."
Jia Lian wakes up like a dream:
Ah, right in front of me is the Scarlet Pearl Fairy Lin Daiyu!
Although she looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, her extraordinary appearance compares all the beautiful celebrities Jia Liancheng has seen before to vulgar fans.
Especially a certain version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" is simply like a brothel, disgusting.
The 1987 version of the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" really captured the charm of Sister Lin in front of me. I was so moved that I couldn't help but hum "Wonderful Eyebrows" in my heart.
Jia Lian cheered up, walked into the pavilion, and saluted:
"I'm Jia Lian of the Jia Mansion in Jinling. May I ask, am I a cousin of the Lin family?"
This was the first time Daiyu saw a man outside the Lin family, she lowered her head shyly and said:
"Yes. I have met my cousin."
At this time, the little maid came over with an umbrella. It was not convenient for Daiyu to stay for a long time, so she said goodbye and left.
But I heard the young man behind me singing in a low voice:
"One is the immortal flower of Langyuan, and the other is the flawless jade.
If there is no romance, I will meet him again in this life;
If there is a romantic relationship, how can the heart become empty in the end?
One is complaining in vain, and the other is worrying in vain.
One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror.
How many tears can there be in your eyes?
How can we prevent autumn from flowing into winter and spring into summer?"
Daiyu couldn't help but slow down her pace: How come this person seems to understand her own thoughts?