Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Chapter 20 [020] Once I knew Yunxian until I was a child, there was blue silk on Furong's head
Jia Chen pointed to the wall, and said with a light smile:
"I'll fly up with you on my back."

"Ah?" Lin Daiyu opened her shiny cherry lips in shock, widened her eyes, and asked in disbelief:

"Brother Chen, are you joking?"

Looking at her cute and cute appearance, Jia Chen smiled gently and said:

"I'm serious, you climb on my back and hold me tight, and I'll jump onto the wall with you on my back."

Lin Daiyu was still dubious, she wanted to refuse, but Jia Chen had established a solid and reliable prestige in her mind, even though she didn't quite believe that Jia Chen could do it, she still wanted to give him a chance to try.

"Okay, Brother Chen, I'll try it with you, but don't force it." Lin Daiyu said, walking behind Jia Chen.

Jia Chen squatted down, feeling a pair of small hands gently resting on his shoulders, and then, the two small hands slowly closed along the shoulders to the side of the neck, and finally crossed and clasped together.

At the same time, the nephrite jade Wenxiang on the back is getting closer and closer, and finally it is tightly attached to the back.

Jia Chen supported Lin Daiyu's legs firmly with his hands, and asked, "Are you hugging tightly?"

Lin Daiyu nodded slightly, her delicate chin lightly touched Jia Chen's shoulder, and said softly:

"Hold tight."

"Okay, let's take off!"

After finishing speaking, Jia Chen lunged forward, kicked his hind legs, and ran five or six steps away, then stepped on the wall with one foot, and then stepped on five steps with both feet in turn, jumped, and landed on the top of the wall in a half-squat.

In the process of jumping like flowing clouds and flowing water, Lin Daiyu felt the whistling wind in her ears, and everything in her field of vision suddenly changed from the perspective of looking up to looking up.

When Jia Chen stepped up the wall for a few breaths, Lin Daiyu looked over Jia Chen's shoulder with some dizziness, and could see the blue sky and white clouds at an angle of elevation.

Her heartbeat quickened suddenly, and Lin Daiyu was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes, letting the spring breeze ruffle her bangs and temple hair.

Jia Chen tilted his head to look, and found that her eyes were closed tightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was a little scared.

At this moment, Jia Chen felt that his body was heavy, as if he was carrying the whole world on his back.

"Hold tight, I'm going to jump!"

Jia Chen gave a warning, jumped down and landed firmly on the ground.

The moment she landed on the ground, Lin Daiyu's lily bun was scattered, and her hair like a waterfall flew up, and then gently scattered on Jia Chen's shoulders. lingering.

Jia Chen tilted his head and saw that Lin Daiyu still had her eyes closed tightly, her breathing was a little short, and a fragrance like orchids and musk deer came out from her mouth and nose, which gently brushed over her ears and penetrated into her heart. It was soft, itchy, and touching. , soul-stirring.

Jia Chen said softly:
"Sister Lin, open your eyes, we've already turned over the wall."

Lin Daiyu slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, and then took a long breath.

Jia Chen asked with a smile:
"Sister Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Daiyu had just recovered from her shock, and said in a trembling voice:
"I'm fine. I was just a little scared just now. I almost thought I was going to fall to my death."

Jia Chen comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you well."

Lin Daiyu's heart warmed, her eye circles were red, and she wanted to cry.

Except for what my father said, no one has ever said that she should be protected, including Jia Baoyu who came to pester her every day.

Seeing that Lin Daiyu wanted to cry again, Jia Chen joked:

"Okay, don't cry, your hair is all messed up, if you cry again, people will think I'm bullying you."

Lin Daiyu was taken aback when she heard the words, the sourness in her nasal cavity was diluted a bit.

She raised her hand to touch her hair, and found that the hair tie that tied her hair was unraveled, and all the hair was scattered.

"Why did it fall apart? Oops, the maids used to help me comb my hair. Now I don't have a mirror. I can't see the top and back of my head. I can't make a lily bun. I'll tie my hair up first." Bar."

The reason why Lin Daiyu was so nervous was that in ancient times, people paid great attention to their appearance and etiquette. Their hair was disheveled and their skirts were opened to the left, which was the only way to dress up for barbarians who did not follow education.

Moreover, in traditional customs, most of the shrouds worn by the deceased are on the left lapel to indicate the difference between yin and yang.

If a woman goes out in the middle of the night with disheveled hair, she will really be mistaken for a female ghost.

In Dazhou, regardless of men or women, disheveled hair is a sign of neither self-respect nor respect for others.

Jia Chen laughed and said:

"Let me help you restore your hair."

Lin Daiyu asked in surprise:
"Can you still comb girls' buns?"

"Well, I've looked at your lily bun several times, and I've already seen how this kind of bun is done." Jia Chen smiled lightly.

Lin Daiyu was slightly startled. Unexpectedly, Jia Chen could make a lily bun that even he thought was complicated after reading it a few times. What an astonishing talent and comprehension is this?
Although Jia Chen had good intentions, Lin Daiyu wanted to refuse because men and women could not accept each other, but after thinking about it, Jia Chen even took his hand, and it was not impossible to let him touch her hair.

"Okay, then there will be Brother Lao Chen." Lin Daiyu bowed to her body.

Jia Chen pointed to the stone pier under a willow tree nearby, and said:
"Come on, sit down and I'll brush your hair for you."

Lin Daiyu nodded obediently, and sat down on the stone pier gracefully.

Jia Chen combed her smooth hair, and danced his fingers through the hair, as deftly as a butterfly piercing through flowers, and soon formed a lily bun.

"Okay!" Jia Chen spit out two words calmly, but Lin Daiyu was startled.

"It's so fast! Brother Chen, you just watched it a few times, and you can make a lily bun so quickly, faster than when Xueyan and Zijuan combed my bun together."

Jia Chen smiled lightly and said:

"An insight into the world is knowledge. I just observed more carefully and saw through the structure of your bun."

In an instant, a faint red glow appeared on Lin Daiyu's cheeks.

Jia Chen said that he observes more carefully. Does that mean that he has carefully observed himself many times?

Lin Daiyu is a girl after all, and she will naturally feel shy after being watched carefully by a boy many times.

If it was someone else, Lin Daiyu would still feel disgusted and disgusted.

But Jia Chen is different. Lin Daiyu trusts him a lot, and also admires and loves him a little.

Of course, this kind of love is only the kind of intimacy a child has for a playmate, and it does not mix with the desire of men and women.

Jia Chen stretched out his hand towards Lin Daiyu, and the sunlight shone on Jia Chen's face through the willow branches swaying in the wind. The light and shadow flickered, flickering, making his childish but handsome face more three-dimensional and vivid.

After a little hesitation, Lin Daiyu put her small hand on Jia Chen's palm, and stood up with Jia Chen's pull.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Jia Chen smiled, but did not take Lin Daiyu's little hand.

Because passing through this secluded and deserted lane, there is Ningrong Back Street in front of him. There are many pedestrians coming and going on the street. Considering that this era still pays attention to the defense of men and women, he does not want to make Lin Daiyu feel uncomfortable.

Lin Daiyu felt a little lost when she found out that Jia Chen didn't hold her hand, but she also understood that Jia Chen was thinking of herself, and soon, the sense of loss turned into wisps of warmth.

The warmth of being cared for and cared for.

After bringing Lin Daiyu home, Jia Chen made her a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Lin Daiyu asked curiously: "What kind of food is in this egg? It's so red, I don't think I've ever eaten it before."

(End of this chapter)