Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 31: I have to meet Lingguan again in the small courtyard. After sitting and chatting, I feel depressed.
Chapter 31: I have to meet Lingguan again in the small courtyard. After sitting and chatting, I feel depressed.
The courtyard that Jia Mu rewarded Jia Lan was behind the Hucao Office not far from Diecui Academy. It was a small quadrangle with two entrances. The main entrance was just a barbarian gate used by ordinary wealthy households. There was a gate inside to block the view of outsiders.
The tall screen wall was built, and there was a small platform in the middle of the courtyard, which was originally used to place military drums.
The aesthetic style of the first and second generation Rong Guogong can be seen inside and outside this house: simple and practical.
At this time, Jia Qiang had already led people to clean up the inside and outside of the house. Waiting under the corridor in front of the main house, the young official stood behind Jia Qiang handsomely, somewhat avoiding Jia Lan's sight.
"Brother Lang has been running around all day today. Besides, all the academicians of Diecui Academy in Guancheng are talking about tomorrow's monthly exams. Brother Lang, let's have a good rest. I have to go back to revive the old lady of Xifu. No.
Sorry to bother you."
Jia Lan was about to invite Jia Qiang to have dinner before leaving. Unexpectedly, Jia Qiang's words were perfect, so he stopped trying to stay and just handed her over and thanked her.
This courtyard faces east to west. At this time, we can see a ray of setting sun above the overlapping green peaks. It is a magnificent scenery.
Jia Lan sat down at the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the main room, looking at the sky and meditating. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps approaching, and the senior official walked over with a bowl of tea in his hand.
"Master, please have tea..."
Lingguan's voice has the tenderness of Wu Nong's soft language, and has obvious characteristics of a troupe. It is clear and open, and his words always sound like he comes from the Jiangnan water town.
Jia Lan looked up at Ling Guan, and saw that she was standing next to him pretending to be calm, with a neither salty nor bland look on her face. Unlike most of the servants Jia Lan had seen in Rong Ning's Second Mansion, there was no expression on her face.
There is no respect for the nobles that has been formed through years of teaching from the high-ranking family.
You can even think that she is a little arrogant, as if most artists have unique personalities.
Jia Lan can understand Yuanchun's appreciation and care for senior officials. He thinks that little girls are very good, but they can't serve others, so they need to be taught by a good teacher for a few years, and then find a good future for her. This can be regarded as the end of Yuanchun's view.
A fate of drama.
Lingguan was a little surprised when he saw that Jia Lan took the tea he brought calmly and didn't mind his rudeness at all. He felt that this person was indeed different from what he thought.
Jia Lan took a sip of tea and found that the senior official was becoming more and more reserved. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. He knew that she was a sensible person, and the quarrel in the middle of the day today could only be attributed to the sudden love.
One-sided love, for Lingguan.
"By the way~" Jia Lan suddenly remembered something, stood up and took a box from the kang in the back room, took off the lid and handed it to Ling Guan.
"The food customs in this northern country are very different from those in Jinling. I want to read a book tonight and eat a few steamed buns to cope with the situation. But I can't make it difficult for you. Here are some snacks brought by the government, including lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake. Osmanthus will win.
Cake, plum blossom cake, I don’t usually eat it very much. If you like it, you can use it to satisfy your craving. Let someone take you to an inn in the city tomorrow and order whatever you want.”
Various snacks are neatly placed in the food box. Li Wan specially ordered Suyun to order them in advance at a shop specializing in Jiangnan fruits in Shenjing City. Everything is beautifully styled and attractively presented.<
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Children usually like sweets. There is a saying that this originates from ancient human nature. The ancients thought that sour food may be immature; bitter food may be poisonous; only sweet food may be edible. Sweetness brings
Happiness, over time, forms body memory.
Ling Guan was no exception. The moment he saw Sweets, Jia Lan could clearly feel her spirit wavering, and the pretentious expression on her face was about to collapse.
"Thank you, thank you, sir!" Lingguan stuttered and took the food box, turned around and left, seemingly to eat on the porch outside the door.
Jia Lan said with a smile: "Where are you going? Just sit here and eat!"
"Oh." After a brief moment of embarrassment, Lingguan returned to his usual personality. He sat down gracefully, picked up a piece of crystal clear plum blossom cake, and took a bite. It was sweet but not greasy, moderately soft and crispy, and filled with a unique aroma.
For the first time, Lingguan showed a satisfied expression in front of Jialan.
The senior officer opened his eyes and saw Jia Lan looking at him jokingly. His pretty face immediately turned red and he gave Jia Lan an annoyed look.
Jia Lan laughed and took another sip of tea. Suddenly he remembered something and asked Ling Guan if there was no shortage of people in the troupe without her?
"Young master, I don't know. This time, Uncle Qiang went to Jiangnan to buy. There are three Xiaodan including me, so it's not a big deal if I am missing one. At worst, I can just buy another one from outside."
Jia Lan curiously asked Lingguan about his past days in Jinling.
The young official's face was a little cold: "There's nothing to say, it's just training anyway. Even in the first month of the year, you can't relax a little, otherwise you will get a beating, and you will have to have an empty stomach for several days... How can you have a mouthful in a year of great hunger?
You should be satisfied with a half-full meal."
Jia Lan sighed, and after a moment asked if he had any family members.
The young official's face became even colder: "I am originally a descendant of a criminal official. I have been a member of the entertainment industry for generations. My parents are also actors. There is nothing to think about. I and other people are all inferior to the sky. Once they arrive in the world,
At the end of this life, like the fall of morning dew, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust."
"Hey..."
Jia Lan sighed sadly, this is what Mr. Yushan calls "cannibalism".
However, perhaps even Mr. Yushan did not expect that. He thought that all of this would disappear as an old system was abolished, but it did not.
No matter when, society always discriminates downwards and flatters upwards.
Actors such as Lingguan are undoubtedly the most special group in ancient society. They are actually the remnants of classical slavery. Their social status is even lower than that of domestic servants, so Jia Qiang can legally "purchase" these people.
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Moreover, this kind of purchase transaction process has complicated regulations, and once the transaction is established, "draw a black line on the contract with pen and ink, call it a river, and within ten years, it will not matter whether you live or die." You have completely lost your personal freedom, and even
Life and death are in the hands of the buyer.
[We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before]
Jia Lan silently recited Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", feeling melancholy in her heart. Many people don't know that from beginning to end, Bai Juyi only had one word for the actor in his heart: "pity". He just finished writing and left after reading.<
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I thought that if I tried to comfort the senior official, I would look even more inferior.
What kind of role should I play to tell her? What can I say?
Jia Lan was a little disinterested for a moment, "You go and eat while I read."
After a pause, he said "I'm sorry" to the ignorant Ling Guan, then picked up a copy of "Shang Shu" and stood on the porch, reading it silently under the light of the setting sun.
Although he didn't understand why he had to say sorry to himself, Ling Guan was born to be very sensitive to sounds. Looking at Jia Lan's back while studying, his eyes gradually became complicated.