The guys neatly cleaned up the messy Dongfeng Building. Jia Lian and shopkeeper Chun sat in the private room on the second floor and discussed the sales strategy of "Jiu Sword Fairy".
At this time, Shopkeeper Chun returned to his usual shrewdness. He crackled the beads on the abacus and flipped through the account books. The smile on his face grew thicker. Finally, he happily picked up the pen and wrote a number on the paper.
, holding both hands in front of Jia Lian:
"Second Master, I have roughly calculated the number first. You can take a look first."
Jia Lian was overjoyed, but his face remained calm. He put the paper in his sleeve, stood up and said:
"If we do this first, there will inevitably be changes later, and we just have to be more careful with Shopkeeper Laochun.
He stood up and left the private room, and shopkeeper Chun quickly followed him out.
Jia Lian suddenly remembered something:
"Is there still two jars of my wine left here?"
"There is only one and a half jars left. Just now, Uncle Xie came down and opened another jar."
"The half jar of wine can be shared among the guys tonight.
Shopkeeper Chun, please open the whole jar of wine, find two more beautiful small wine jars, and put them in for me. I will take them back and give them away."
Shopkeeper Chun agreed immediately:
"Yes! Yes!
The first year there was a small porcelain altar in the Palace of Prince Beijing, with landscapes and figures on it. It was very elegant. It’s just smaller and can only hold five kilograms of wine. Can I use it?"
Jia Lian is worried:
"Both sizes are suitable, take out a few and let me choose."
A dozen exquisite small porcelain altars were placed on the table. Jia Lian immediately spotted a small porcelain altar that was azure after rain, with delicate spring mountains, small bridges and flowing water depicted on it. There was also a goose-yellow porcelain altar next to it.
On the small porcelain altar, a Luan bird is painted freely, which is very expressive.
"Just these two, pack them up and seal them tightly. I want to give them away."
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Returning to Rongguo Mansion, Jia Lian asked Xing'er to send a small goose-yellow porcelain jar to Wang Xifeng, saying that he had got good wine and sent it to her for a taste.
He took the small sky-blue porcelain jar and went straight to the inner house.
When Jia Lian entered Jia Mu's yard, he heard that the plum blossoms were in full bloom in the garden of Ning Mansion in the east. Jia Zhen's wife, Youshi, was a winemaker and invited Jia Mu, Mrs.
, after breakfast, we went to Huifang Garden in Dongfu.
Since Jia Mu and Baoyu were not there, they naturally brought a large group of maids and servants with them, and Jia Mu's garden suddenly became extremely quiet.
Jia Lian walked to the corridor and saw Daiyu's maid Xueyan bringing tea in. He stopped her and asked where Daiyu was.
Xueyan is young, small in stature, and still full of childishness.
She followed Daiyu all the way from Lin's house in Gusu, and was looked after by Jia Lian a lot along the way. She was not familiar with Jia Lian, so she pointed towards the room and said:
"The girl is sad in the house. She has been crying for a long time."
Jia Lian shook his head and sighed:
"Did you quarrel with Baoyu again?"
Xueyan nodded repeatedly:
"No, since we came here, Mr. Bao has always been very close to our girl. During the day, we read and played together. At night, the girl lived in the Bisha cupboard, and Mr. Bao lived on the big bed outside. The two of them stayed together before going to bed.
I have to say a few words.
But since Miss Xue came, she has been running here every day, saying that she wants to see the old lady, and everyone praises her.
Second Master Bao is someone who cannot tell the difference between closeness and distance. He only cares about joking with Miss Xue and neglects our girl. When our girl says a few words to him, he will either say something that makes her sad or throw away his hand and leave.
Although he always comes to apologize and admit his mistakes later, as if he regrets something, but how could he know that even though he just said a few words, our girl would inevitably cry for a long time.
Our girl is different from Miss Xue. She has a mother and a brother, but our girl is alone here. Who can we talk to?
The sadder I feel, the more I miss home, and the more I miss home, the sadder I feel."
Jia Lian thought of the leprosy-headed monk's words and felt unsatisfied:
Little round-faced boy, what do you mean by that? Being the King of the Sea is all that matters, why don't you be more dedicated? Aren't you just relying on the so-called "favor" you had when you watered the flowers in your previous life? You make other girls cry every day, you abuse them
Crazy!
He smiled softly and shook the small porcelain altar in his hand:
"I'm just here to cure you Miss Lin's homesickness."
Jia Lian followed Xue Yan into the room, and Daiyu wiped her tears and stood up to greet him.
The two of them had finished greeting each other, and Daiyu half lowered her eyelids, not daring to look at Jia Lian.
At this time, the two of them were so close, but Jia Lian felt in a trance, as if he had forgotten the exact appearance of his first love girl, Lu Wanning, and in his memory, there was only one outline left - a poetic outline.
The Daiyu in front of him was so concrete and poetic that Jia Lian did not dare to look directly at it.
The two sat silently facing each other.
In the end, it was Daiyu who spoke first:
"Brother Lian, I've already written the score for your song "The Swordsman"."
Turning around, he told Xue Yan:
"Bring me the piano."
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Daiyu looked at the snow geese playing the piano and burning incense, feeling worried.
Jia Lian placed the small porcelain jar with azure color on the table:
"Sister Lin, I went back to Suzhou last time and drank a winter wine made from glutinous rice wine.
When I came back, I found a cooking pot, used glutinous rice wine yeast, and added distillation and filtration. The resulting wine was as clear as crystal and tasted pure.
It's a pity that osmanthus and gardenia were not added, otherwise it would have a more Gusu-like flavor."
Saying that, he asked Xueyan to bring a cup to pour the wine.
When the wine enters the cup, the aroma overflows.
Daiyu couldn't help but let out a soft "Yeah" and said in a low voice:
"It really tastes like Gusu."
Daiyu's thin white fingers gently touched the sky-blue porcelain altar after the rain, and wandered back and forth on the carefully traced bridge and flowing water.
Finally a sigh:
"With two more lines of tears, I send them to my hometown.
Now, after all, I am living under someone else’s roof, and whether they treat me well or not depends on their wishes.”
Jia Lian knew that although she was young, she had serious thoughts, so she deliberately smiled and said:
"If I had known I'd make you homesick again, I wouldn't have given you this wine."
Daiyu drank half a cup of wine, stood up and sat down at the piano table, and said to Xueyan:
"Put away the wine jar, lest anyone take it away again."
After saying that, I tried to tune the strings with my slender fingers, looking very attentive.
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The sound of the piano sounded, it was "Swordsman" sung by Jia Lian.
It’s just...it’s very different.
A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, frail and innocent, she played "Swordsman" with a melodious tune, full of affection, and a touch of melancholy and sadness.
Jia Lian laughed at herself: to teach Lin Daiyu to play "Swordsman", it would be better to let her pull up weeping willows.
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But Lin Daiyu, who was concentrating on playing the piano, was obviously extremely sensitive to Jia Lian's smile. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and her fingers stopped on the strings, trembling slightly.
Her eyes were still staring at the strings and she whispered:
"Am I that inferior to others? You all laugh at me."
Jia Lian drank all the wine in the glass:
"Why do you have to compare with others?
What are you doing compared to her?
You are as good as her, can you be better than her in everything?
You are better than her in everything, so what?
When you are angry with others, aren't you the one who is angry with yourself?
Sister Lin, I won’t advise you otherwise, just talk about this song. I don’t understand your fingering, but you can’t bring out the charm of this song.
The essence of this song "Swordsman" is the lyrics, not the music. You are not enlightened."
On weekdays, everyone is wary of Daiyu, fearing to offend the fragility and sensitivity of this orphaned girl from a foreign land. Only Baoyu and Daiyu are closer, and they often have some disagreements, but after all, Baoyu is used to being a coward in front of girls.
Low, where can you be as straightforward as Jia Lian?
Daiyu was angry and burst into tears:
"Baoyu has begged me for this piece of music so many times, but I didn't even play it to him. I just pondered it over and over in my mind and wanted to play it to Brother Lian, but... I got such a comment..."
Tears rolled down her cheeks and hit the strings.
Daiyu pushed the guqin away and said with tears:
"Xueyan, just burn the piano, I won't play it anymore."