Chapter 194: Discussing the storybook in Xiaoxiang Pavilion
In the Xiaoxiang Library, Daiyu lowered her head and was reading a book, but her eyes were not on the book at all. Her eyes were wandering around, and she could not read any book.
If you look carefully, you will find that the roots of Daiyu's ears are as red as the morning glow, cute and lively.
After holding on and reading for a while, Daiyu finally couldn't help it, threw down the manuscript in her hand, and turned her head.
"Why are you looking at me motionless?"
A pair of beautiful eyes, both angry and shy, shining with hope, and the cherry mouth is a touch of red, making Jia Lan unable to take his eyes away.
What is pleasing to the eye, this is what is pleasing to the eye.
"It's up to you to be good-looking."
Daiyu never expected that Jia Lan could be so direct. She was immediately embarrassed and spat: "How come you have become so frivolous after being out for a year!"
Jialan laughed.
Someone once said, "The more you read, the better your appearance will be."
People who have listened will probably retort immediately. Look at the appearance of all those great writers and talented women. To say that they (she) look abstract is already a compliment.
It is true that some people are not good-looking, but they all live out their own beauty.
What is really off-putting are those who brag everywhere: "Grow in undefined places and bloom in undefined forms!"
What is the word of despair? This is what it says.
Saying this is a definition in itself, because only if you have defined something can you know what is not defined.
After all, you are defining others, so why bother pretending to be noble?
These people are worse than Jia Baoyu, the Phoenix Egg.
Jia Baoyu and Jia Lan are truly convinced.
Although Phoenix Egg lives in a magnificent castle in the air and despises the bureaucratic career, he is really bright by nature and loves life every day. He stays with a group of flower-like sisters, enjoying flowers and drinking wine, and is carefree. .
It’s not difficult to have fun, the hard part is to persevere and never get bored.
If you have been facing the same thing for more than ten years, I'm afraid you will feel bored.
But Baoyu is not bored.
They really do come from the bottom of their hearts.
Jia Baoyu was naturally indifferent to material things, perhaps because he was born in a noble family and had little experience with the hardships of life, which led him to pay little attention to material things. He never scolded his maids for breaking a vase, teacup or something.
What does it mean to be born naturally? No matter how genuine and sentimental you are, this is him.
And Daiyu, who corresponds to Jia Baoyu in the original work, is naturally graceful and graceful.
The poems and songs sublimated her temperament, and the structure of the characters in the storybook directly expressed her thoughts, sweeping away the depression in her heart. For more than a year, Jia Lan continued to write letters to share interesting stories on the road with her, which broadened her horizons.
Today's Daiyu is no longer the sick Xizi who is weak to Liu Fufeng, but the Sai Xizi who lives up to her name, sinking fish and falling geese!
After saying what was in her mind, Daiyu immediately turned red. Apparently unable to resist, she covered her face with her backhand and stood up, trying to stay away.
She just woke up and realized that this was the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, where was she hiding?
When Jia Lan saw this, he quickly stretched out his hand to hold her, and finally persuaded Daiyu to come back and sit down again.
Daiyu sat down and then shook off Jialan's hand, scolding: "I haven't seen you for a year, you have no future at all!"
A series of squeamish remarks.
Jia Lan just smiled and walked around to the other side of the desk to look at it. Suddenly he let out a sigh, picked up the manuscript on the desk and read it quickly. He raised his head and looked at Daiyu: "Auntie is really promising. This story has just begun.
Attractive enough, a few strokes, a misunderstanding, what an ingenious idea!"
"Ah!" Daiyu exclaimed and hurriedly came over and reached out to cover the manuscript on the table.
"Don't look!"
"Since there are good stories, why not share them with others? You must know that happiness alone is not as good as happiness among everyone."
Jia Lan drawled his voice: "Aunt Lin, every time I go to a place this year, I write to you as soon as I hear something interesting to share. You can't burn bridges by crossing the river."
"Nonsense! I don't have any!" Daiyu quickly denied it. She retorted with a straight face: "You are acting like a glib person again. I obviously didn't say anything, but you still want to slap me.
Such a hat!"
After saying that, she glanced at Jialan sideways and opened her mouth.
"Bah!"
Jia Lan looked fierce and blushed, and laughed secretly and asked: "Then why don't you show it to me?"
Daiyu was startled, her mouth opened and she didn't know how to answer for a while, but she heard Jia Lan continue talking on her own: "This story begins with the encounter between two brides in a pavilion in the mountains. This seems to be a coincidence.
But it is also destined to cater to the interests of the audience and readers. The following story has many places to play, and it can be like this..."
As she listened, Daiyu couldn't help restraining her expression, listening to Jialan's words attentively, nodding her head in agreement from time to time, and even speaking in agreement.
"Yes!"
"That's right!"
"What a coincidence! I thought so too!"
Now it was her turn to talk nonstop, while Jia Lan listened with a smile.
Until she reacted, Daiyu exclaimed again, and looked away a little embarrassedly.
Jialan broke the silence: "This story is very well written!"
"Really?" Daiyu didn't believe it.
"Really!" Jia Lan nodded vigorously.
When she received a clear response, Daiyu became happy again. Although her smile was very restrained, the two dimples that appeared still directly revealed her inner joy.
Daiyu's character is a bit complicated. She is neither complacent nor inferior, but sometimes she is not confident.
She has been raised in a boudoir all year round, but she doesn’t know that with her cultural accomplishment, it is more than enough to take the Jinshi exam!
Others don't know it, but Jia Lan knows it very well. Daiyu's knowledge is already outstanding and she can serve as a role model for others.
Just look at Daiyu’s poetry, focusing on the basics, reading and insights.
It not only emphasizes self-study, but also pays attention to comprehensive training in reading, speaking, and dictation; it also emphasizes practice and inquiry, and the cultivation of ability.
It has to be said that Daiyu's teaching combines her own ups and downs when learning poetry, forming her own style. For example, she asked Jia Lan not to learn from Lu You, but to learn from Wang Wei, Du Fu, and Li Bai first.
"In my opinion, Aunt Daiyu, you are also trapped in a mental disorder."
Jia Lan's first words aroused Daiyu's curiosity.
"Your story has a fast pace, a compact plot, and the characters have a cohesive relationship. It is a good story no matter how you look at it. Why are you so unsure of yourself?"
"Really?" Daiyu still didn't believe it and asked nervously.
"Is there still a lie?"
Seeing Daiyu still didn't believe it, Jia Lan clapped his hands: "I have decided!"
Facing Daiyu's gaze, he said cheerfully: "I will help you negotiate with a book dealer to publish this storybook."
He raised his hand to signal the surprised Daiyu to calm down, patted his chest, and assured him with confidence.
"Believe me, this story is no worse than "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Peony Pavilion"!"