Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 181: Taste the precious jade and relieve the sorrow of the parrot
Chapter 181: Taste the precious jade and relieve the sorrow of the parrot
Ever since Jia Lan left home, Jia Baoyu has become the center of the Rongguo Mansion again. Except for the occasional oppression by Jia Zheng, the devil, in his studies, his life is not too smooth.
Only a very small number of people will really care about Jia Lan. For most people, without Jia Lan, at most, they will lose some daily conversation topics, and their lives will not change much.
In the eyes of the people of the Jia family, Jia Lan is like the white moonlight, which can be seen from a distance but not played with. Jia Baoyu is like the moon in the water. The water has no permanent shape. Although it is also impossible to grasp, you can at least reach out and try to catch it.<
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Especially after Jia Lan stood up for Qingwen and caused most of the servants around Baoyu to be punished, all the servants broke their heads and tried to get in.
It’s almost been a year, and Mr. Bao’s little boy is not yet full.
Entering Daiyu's study, Jia Baoyu was full of interest. He just liked staying with Lin Daiyu.
He has a brilliant nature and does not shy away from men and women because of his age. On the contrary, after Daiyu's health got better, her temperament became more and more beautiful, which made him prefer to go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Just looking at Daiyu's clear spring-like eyes, I feel that she is full of spiritual beauty and refreshed.
He saw the copybook that Daiyu had put on the surface to cover up the manuscript. On it was Du Fu's "Xiao Zhi":
The weather, people, and sun are urging each other, and at the winter solstice, the sun brings forth spring again. The five lines of embroidery are added with weak threads, and the blowing of the Jia and Liu Guan moves the floating ash.
The shore is waiting for the willows to grow soft, and the mountains are cold and the plum blossoms are about to bloom. The clouds and things are not different from each other, and the country is different. I teach the children to hold the cup in their hands.
"Sister Lin's handwriting is so good! Duan's handwriting is really like her, like a pearl of fairy dew!"
When it comes to chasing girls, Baoyu does have a huge advantage. When it comes to Pan Lubenxiaoxian, Baoyu will win 70% of 100% of them at once, and the remaining second word should be the same.
I have to say that when it comes to flattering girls, like Jia Lan, who is somewhat prone to straight male cancer, ten of them are not as good as one Jia Baoyu.
After hearing Baoyu's kind words, Daiyu just glanced at him angrily and said angrily: "I know how to talk nonsense. I know how I write my words. I don't need you to tease me."
"It's really not a joke!" Baoyu was a little anxious and was about to defend: "Sister Lin's writing is circuitous and tactful, and her handwriting in small regular script and silver hooks is sharp and rhymed, and has an ancient charm. Why is it bad?"<
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Baoyu's words were truly sincere and not an embarrassment. After Daiyu got better, her wrists were not only mellower, but her writing force was also stronger, and the words between the lines were gradually different from her past graceful and weak style.
Jia Baoyu just doesn't like reading, but he is quite proficient in elegant things such as poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he can tell the clues at a glance.
After listening to Baoyu's compliments, Daiyu couldn't help but laugh a little. She covered her mouth with her handkerchief and spat: "You are so talkative, why don't you write a few words? I just want to see if your handwriting is as good as the person's handwriting."
After saying that, she took out a new piece of paper and put it aside and flattened it with a paperweight, looked at Baoyu with her eyes, and made a greeting look.
Baoyu groaned, took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands clean. With Daiyu's permission, he picked up a pen from the desk and wrote on the paper seriously.
Daiyu took the opportunity to turn around, hid the manuscript, and then turned back to look at Baoyu's writing carefully, but she saw that what he wrote was Mr. Wuliu's poem of the four seasons:
Spring water fills the surrounding areas, summer clouds are full of strange peaks. Autumn moon shines brightly, and winter ridges show beautiful solitary pine trees.
In just twenty words, a vivid picture of the scenery of the four seasons is outlined.
Jia Baoyu's temperament does not reveal anything, but follows his nature. He has always liked Tao Yuanming's poems, and like Tao Yuanming, he also likes to place his feelings on mountains and rivers.
The ancients said that the reason for being happy is to be unified.
Jia Baoyu's temperament wrote Tao Yuanming's poem, and every stroke can capture its charm. Daiyu couldn't help but nod her head: "Fresh and elegant, not out of vulgarity, this word is a perfect match for this poem."
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Baoyu was also quite satisfied with his words. After hearing Daiyu's praise, he felt as refreshed as drinking a glass of honey water on a hot day. He said excitedly: "I told you, Sister Lin, you understand me! Look at this
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Baoyu, who was in high spirits, was about to continue talking when his eyes suddenly glanced somewhere on the desk. He was stunned for a moment and even stopped mid-sentence.
What did he see?
A very peculiar painting, with only a single color on it. At first glance, it is very different from traditional paintings. It can even be said to be a completely different form of expression.
What is painted above is the gate of a mansion. It looks quite impressive, but it can be seen from the painting that it is somewhat dilapidated. The word "Lin Mansion" is written on the plaque above the gate, and there is a line of small words in the small left corner.
Jia Baoyu had sharp eyes and quickly read the fine print. Suddenly, he felt bad all over. He was mumbling and speechless, and his face was changing all over.
Daiyu saw the change on his face, followed his line of sight, and her eyes changed slightly.
That's a "sketch", Jia Lan said.
The thing painted on it is most familiar to Daiyu. It is the old house of her Lin family in Suzhou, where she lived when she was a child...
The painting was painted by Jia Lan, and the small characters read "Jia Lan painted it in Suzhou in a certain month of a certain year".
Daiyu didn't know what to say for a moment, and the atmosphere quickly became depressed.
"Idiot! Idiot!"
Jia Baoyu woke up from the embarrassment and turned back to see Daiyu looking at him with a slightly worried look, and his heart suddenly warmed up.
Ah~~~(Aria) Sister Lin is still worried about me.
He was in a daze, with a slight smile on his lips, his eyes blank, thinking to himself.
Seeing his appearance, Daiyu felt slightly relieved, and then she changed into an unhappy look: "You idiot! Why are you so dumbfounded? You're stupid!"
Jia Baoyu was completely awakened by Daiyu's coquettish shout. He didn't say a word, but just smiled stupidly at Daiyu.
Sister Lin is still worried about me!
Looking at Daiyu's angry expression, Baoyu became happier the more he thought about it.
If Jia Lan were around, he would definitely sigh, this person is not only the best licker, but also the Ah Q among Ah Qs.
"Idiot! Idiot!"
The parrot screamed again.
Daiyu glanced outside, but when she saw Ling Guan teasing the parrot and making a face at herself, she couldn't stop laughing and said to Baoyu: "Look at your appearance, even the bird says you are a fool.
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Baoyu chuckled and said, "That guy is always a liar, why should I be angry with him?"
After saying that, he turned back, took a few steps forward, and asked loudly to the parrot: "Do you think this is it or not?"
The parrot was startled for a moment, then spread its wings and fluttered in the air a few times, shaking its head and saying: "There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."
After Jia Baoyu heard this, he was stunned. He pointed at the parrot, then looked back at Daiyu, then clapped his hands and laughed.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Sister Lin, I didn't know you could even teach the drunkard's poem!"