Jia Lian's good mood was ruined after being scolded by Jia She for no reason.
The reason why he is not in a complete mess is because he was used to seeing his father, Jia Xinhua, quarreling with his grandfather, Jia Buquan, in his previous life.
Although he is upset, he understands.
If you suppress it for too long and cannot vent it in front of others, your loved ones around you will be in bad luck.
After finally getting out of the house, Jia Lian originally wanted to check the feng shui of the old house for Jia She, but he didn't want to meet Jia She's step-in-law, Mrs. Xing again.
At this time, Mrs. Xing was not the same as she was in front of Jia Mu, and she was somewhat alienated from Jia Lian.
Jia Lian greeted her, but she didn't even have a smile on her face, which made her long face look even longer. She just said lightly:
"Don't make your father angry. This is your filial piety."
Jia Lian said "yes", and Mrs. Xing had already turned around and entered the room.
Jia Lian's heart sank, just like when he saw Jia Mu for the first time that day:
It turns out that although there is harmony and happiness on the surface, there are many holes behind it.
He suddenly missed his grandfather Jia Buquan.
Jia Lian was walking away with his head lowered when he suddenly heard someone shout: "Jia Cong has met the second brother Lian."
Jia Lian turned his head and looked around, but it was a young lady of eight or nine years old, with a pink face, and those two big black eyes, which looked a bit like Jia She.
The original book of "A Dream of Red Mansions" does not mention Jia Cong's life experience and age, but it can be guessed that he is Jia She's concubine and is about the same age as Jia Lan.
At this time, seeing this half-brother who had almost no sense of existence, he was looking at him with half expectancy and half fear, which made Jia Lian understand that he must have been somewhat alienated from this younger brother before.
Jia Lian stepped forward, reached out and patted Jia Cong on the head:
"Second brother left in a hurry on his trip to Gusu and didn't have time to bring you some good things. Let's do it next time. I'll remember it next time."
Seeing Jia Cong's big eyes suddenly filled with smiles, Jia Lian asked again:
"Where are you going?"
Jia Cong hurriedly replied:
"Brother Huan just came to see my father. When we were leaving, he said that he would take me and Lang Ge'er to play on the street. I had just changed my clothes and came out, and he was waiting for me outside the second door."
Jia Lian immediately understood: Jia Huan! What a good boy! So it’s you who came here and stabbed me in the back!
Jia Lian and Jia Cong walked outside the second door together, and sure enough they saw the legendary Jia Huan.
In the original book, the counterpart to Jia Baoyu, who is "elegant and charming", is Jia Huan, whose "character is trivial and his behavior is rude".
But the problem is that Jia Huan in front of me doesn’t look obscene.
It is estimated that Mr. Cao is wearing colored glasses, or he deliberately wants to give this "bad boy" a facial expression.
This eleven or twelve-year-old boy is tall and thin, and has a pretty face.
Jia Lian thought about the "rich, rich and handsome" Jia Zheng who was in his forties, and then thought about the gorgeous Aunt Zhao in her early thirties, and felt that it was impossible for Jia Huan to look like the little Yakuza.
The genes are there.
After all, there is no such thing as plastic surgery these days, so there is no chance that a couple will "change their heads" for 4,000 years and give birth to a shockingly ugly baby.
When Jia Huan saw that Jia Cong came out with Jia Lian, he was slightly startled, but he still hurried forward and saluted Jia Lian.
Jia Lian signaled him to excuse himself and asked:
"Aren't you three going to class later?"
Jia Huan lowered his head and said:
"On the way to class, I just went out for a stroll on the street to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones."
Jia Lian thought to himself: This kid's lies just come out of his mouth. There are ready-made pens, inks, paper and inkstones in school and at home, so why do they go to the street to buy them themselves?
So he asked again casually:
"Have you just met the eldest master?"
Jia Huan still lowered his head:
"I've already gone to ask Ann."
Jia Lian: "Just saying hello?"
Jia Huan wiped his nose and refused to admit it: "Isn't it just to say hello?"
He secretly glanced at Jia Lian, but Jia Lian just looked at him.
While we were talking, Jia Lan also came.
Jia Lian saw that Jia Lan was slightly older than Jia Cong, but more mature and stable than Jia Cong. He thought it was because he lost his father when he was born and grew up with his widowed mother, so he waved and let the three of them go.<
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At the end, he also told me:
"Be sure to ask someone to follow you when you go out on the street."
Jia Lian now finally understands that in such an environment, if you want to grow into a white lotus? It's impossible.
The Jia family is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.
He left the east corner gate and walked back with a heavy heart. When he passed by the entrance of Jia Mu's courtyard, he heard the melodious sound of the guqin coming from the courtyard.
Jia Lian was very concerned at this time, so he stood and listened for a while.
The sound of the piano is sometimes loose and distant, sometimes misty and cold.
Jia Lian didn't know what the song was, but the lingering sound reminded him of deep mountains and valleys, old trees and cold springs, quiet mountains and autumn sounds, the moon is high in the woods, distant pines blowing in the wind, cold stone streams, deep and quiet mountain dwellings, and trees.
Fusu can indeed make people forget many worries.
He was listening intently when someone laughed and said:
"Second Master Lian is here, but he won't go in?"
Jia Lian looked back and saw that it was the maid in Jia Mu's room, so she waved her hand and said:
"I won't go in to say hello to the old lady."
The maid smiled and said:
"The old lady went to Qingxu Temple to offer incense today."
Jia Lian also smiled:
"Why didn't you follow me to serve me?"
The maid lifted the tray in her hand slightly, and inside was a bowl of bird's nest:
"The old lady gave me to Miss Lin, and my name was changed from Parrot to Zicuckoo."
Jia Lian said "Oh" and was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered what Lin Ruhai had entrusted him with and asked Zijuan:
"Is Miss Lin here?"
Zijuan pointed towards the courtyard: "Isn't that the one who plays the piano?"
Daiyu was playing the piano. When she saw Jia Lian coming in, she stood up to greet him.
Jia Lian returned the gift:
"My uncle wrote a letter a few days ago saying that he has been promoted and will soon take his family to Yangzhou to serve as the salt censor of the Huaihe River. He asked me to take more care of the girl.
Daiyu lowered her head and said nothing, then said after a while:
"Didn't you say you would pick me up and take me to Yangzhou?"
Jia Lian understood Daiyu's unwillingness to rely on others, so he comforted her and said:
"My uncle has to settle down in Yangzhou and the officialdom must be stable before he can come to pick up the girl. Besides, this is the girl's grandmother's house, which is the same as my own."
Daiyu sighed:
"Although Liangyuan is good, it is not a place to live for a long time.
As soon as I settled down, my aunt warned me not to mess with Baoyu.
Sure enough, as soon as we met, he went crazy, threw the 'psychic gem', and made grandma anxious. Isn't it my fault?"
Jia Lian was also filled with emotion at this time and sighed:
"There has always been trouble wherever there are people. If you avoid it here, it will be the same there."
Seeing a guqin placed on the table, he stepped forward and tried to pluck the strings with his hands.
I only heard a "zheng" sound, clear and distant, with endless aftertaste, so I plucked the seven strings in sequence from bottom to top.
Huh? Such a familiar tune!
Jia Lian became very interested, so he started from bottom to top again, and only plucked the five lower strings in sequence.
Yes! That’s it!
He then moved from top to bottom, plucking the five strings on top in turn.
No, it seems to be the other way around.
So he changed the five strings to be plucked from bottom to top.
Ha! That’s it!
So he connected the ten notes together and dialed them again.
Daiyu watched from the side, looking at his technique, it was obvious that he didn't know how to play the piano, but the tunes he played casually were simple and exciting, adding an unexpected majesty to the quiet and melodious nature of the guqin.
Qiyun.
The smile that appeared inadvertently on Jia Lian's face was obviously intoxicated with joy, and it actually made Daiyu's face feel hot again.
But I heard him singing in a low voice along with these ten notes:
"The sea laughs, and the tide surges across the Taiwan Strait."
Daiyu said softly "Yeah".
Thought: In front of these ten bold and powerful words, are my poems about spring and autumn no longer pretentious?
After those ten notes, Jia Lian obviously couldn't play anymore, but he continued to sing:
"Follow the waves, just remember the present.
The sky laughs, and there are tides in the world. God knows who will lose and who will win.
The mountains and rivers are smiling, the misty rain is far away, and the waves have wiped out the beauty of this mortal world.
The breeze smiles, as if it is lonely, and there is still a lingering evening glow of pride.
The common people are smiling, no longer lonely, and the pride is still smiling foolishly."
After singing, I sighed:
"It's a pity that I can't play this song."
Daiyu asked softly: "What's the name of this song? I'll write the score."