Under the winter night, Xiangling's dark and dazzling eyes shine like stars, and she is indifferent and quiet, rarely showing a happy look.
Jialan is a very special existence to Xiangling.
As a girl who was taken away by human traffickers since she was a child and has experienced all kinds of life, self-isolation is actually self-protection.
She longs for friendship, but never dares to expect it.
Therefore, she is a strange thing in the Grand View Garden.
Being in such a magnificent garden, Xiangling didn't feel the slightest joy of being among a wealthy family.
The only thing that made her happy was that the tranquility in the garden was enough to ease her restless heart.
Despite this, she still looked at him with aloofness. Even with Baochai leading her, she never dared to have deep friendship with others.
So when Jia Lan, a person who could read her heart, appeared, she was a little flustered, feeling both excited and scared.
Finally, I have someone with whom I can share my secrets, and who is also willing to listen to me.
What's more harmful is that if Nuo Da's secret falls into the hands of others, will his life become unstable again?
Fortunately, Jialan did not disappoint her.
"How have you been this year? Have you studied poetry?" Jia Lan asked.
Hearing the topic of studying poetry, Xiangling's originally smiling face suddenly became vivid, like the winter snow melting and the branches turning green again.
"Yes! I learned it! Miss Lin is a very nice person, but she is a bit strict. She asked me to read Wang Mojie first, then Du Gongbu, and then Li Qinglian. I am relatively dull, but now I can read Li Qinglian..."<
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When it comes to studying poetry, Xiang Ling immediately feels a little overwhelmed with joy and shares every detail of studying poetry with Jia Lan.
Jia Lan said with a smile: "After reading the poem a hundred times, the meaning will become apparent to you. What Aunt Lin said is correct. Just don't feel bored because of it."
"No, no!" Xiang Ling shook her head repeatedly: "I think learning poetry is a very happy thing."
Xiangling began to chat with Jia Lan about every detail of her poetry learning process.
Dai Yu gave concise and concise guidance. She was thinking about poems no matter when and where she was, even when she was sleeping. Every time she came up with a new sentence, she immediately wrote it down and waited for it to be given to her the next day.
Daiyu asks for advice.
Obviously, for her, it is such a pleasure to be able to learn poetry.
Jia Lan listened with a smile and felt Xiang Ling's joy. Yu Linglong, who had always been picky, had to praise him: "This person's nature is peaceful and self-sufficient, which really coincides with the natural principles of heaven and earth."
"What a pity..." Yu Linglong sighed, "With this kind of fate, this girl will definitely have a bad life..."
Recalling that the monk in the original work also had a very poor evaluation of Xiang Ling's life destiny, Jia Lanqi said: "Since Xiang Ling is a born genius, why is Xiang Ling like this with such a talent?"
I have to say that this is the most anti-traditional thing about Red Mansion. People with immortal status such as Keqing and Daiyu will not die well. Jia Baoyu, the waiter of Shenying, is not even half like a waiter of Shenying except for his weird temperament.<
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In the end, it was Jia Yucun, Lai Shangrong and others who lived well.
Yu Linglong was left speechless by Jia Lan's question. She paused for a moment before replying in a perfunctory manner: "How can it be explained clearly in just a few words when the road is full of obstacles and the vast road is vast?" p>
"Isn't it your intuition again?"
"..."
This time Yu Linglong stopped talking completely.
After a while, a soft hum came.
Keqing smiled softly, and Jialan also showed a smile. But deep in his heart, he still retained a sense of solemnity.
The way of heaven, the way of heaven again...
Although in Yuqiuyi Jialan tried to talk about the way of heaven with Qin Zhongliangyong and discussed some social changes caused by the natural changes in the Little Ice Age, these all came from the scientific common sense of Jialan's later generations. As a materialist, the former
He has absolutely no doubt about this.
But the world in Red Mansion is not Jia Lan’s original future life. There are immortals in this world.
That Lihentian might be where the heaven is.
There are also Zhang Laodao and Ma Daopo. What Jia Lan is worried about is that once the variable of the mysterious side is added, many things will become unpredictable, including all the countermeasures he said in Yuqiuyi will become like a joke.
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Jialan really knows too little about the mysterious side.
So whether it was Miao Yu or Yu Linglong, Jia Lan never took it lightly.
In this deep thought, Xiang Ling finally finished her thoughts on studying poetry.
Jia Lan responded promptly: "That's good. Move more and walk more. It's better than being bored in the house alone."
"Yeah!" Xiangling said happily.
"Seeing that your health is better than before, I feel relieved. It's getting cold, so go back."
The two said good night to each other. Jia Lan watched Xiang Ling go back, then turned the lantern. He did not go back along the path he came from, but walked straight to the pine forest behind him.
When a figure in the pine forest saw Jia Lan walking straight towards him, he suddenly swayed uneasily, was in a dilemma, and made a rustling sound.
Jia Lan didn't say anything, just took off his jacket and covered the other person, and then asked: "It's such a cold day, Qingwen, what are you doing here?"
A large, warm jacket was put on her body, and Qingwen's expression became even stiffer.
Jia Lan looked at the other party in confusion and asked with concern: "Why don't you talk anymore? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She shook her head, but her smart eyes were fixed on Jia Lan, looking very surprised.
Facing Qingwen's inquiring gaze, Jia Lan smiled lightly and looked at her calmly.
"Huh?" Obviously surprised by Jia Lan's attitude, Qingwen thought for a moment before hesitatingly said: "Sir, if I read correctly, is that concubine Xiang Ling who seems to be the eldest brother of the Xue family?"
Jia Lan praised: "You read that right, you are indeed Qingwen. People who have been working as female celebrities all day long have really good eyesight."
"But..." Qingwen looked at Jia Lan, her face hesitant to speak.
That's Xue Pan's concubine!
It really surprised her so much that she didn’t even know how to speak.
Jia Lan raised the lantern, looked at Qingwen's troubled look, and suddenly laughed.
"You don't think I'm having a tryst with her, do you?"
Qingwen glared and denied, "Of course not, it's just... Master, if others see this, I'm afraid something bad will happen."
Jia Lan's eyes met Qingwen's for a moment, then he moved back slightly: "I know what you mean, so I just stood far away and didn't dare to come any closer."
The conversation through the soul seemed to be very long, but in reality it was less than a minute, so Qingwen actually saw nothing, only the way the two looked at each other across the bridge, and nothing else.
It didn’t happen either.
Seeing that Jia Lan's tone and demeanor were not unusual, Qingwen felt a little relieved.
At this time, she said "Ah" and raised her right hand, and then she remembered that she had been holding something in her hand.
A perfect candle made Jia Lan immediately happy.
Qingwen pursed her lips and snorted.
Jia Lan looked at Qingwen with soft eyes.
He knew that Qingwen must have been worried that her lantern and candles were about to burn out, so she chased after her alone.