The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 38 The Crying Sister Lin
Jia Huan's heart moved, he likes the new and dislikes the old, this is human nature, no matter the ancients or the modern people, they all like to seek new novels, it seems that there is really a market demand for new dramas.

This is indeed the case. The entertainment industry in ancient times was quite scarce, and opera was one of the few entertainment projects that both tasted and tasted. However, the ancients were very strict in creating scripts, unlike our current fast food online. Move for a while.

It is precisely because of the long creation cycle of scripts that a drama is often sung back and forth for many years until people are tired of listening to it and no new dramas have been released. Therefore, it is difficult to satisfy the appetite of the audience with the update speed of ancient counterparts.

However, just because the audience has been in a state of unsatisfied hunger for a long time, the market demand for scripts is extremely strong. Once a good drama is known to the world, it will immediately be popular and popular all over the country, such as "The Palace of Eternal Life" and "Peach Blossom Fan".

Seeing Jia Huan's face beaming with joy, Jia Tanchun asked curiously, "What is Brother Huan thinking about?"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "I was thinking about a new play I heard in Dongfu yesterday called "Liu Hun". It's quite interesting, but it's too sad. I wonder if Sister Lin has heard of it?"

Lin Daiyu stared blankly at Jia Huan for a while, her eyes turned red, she lowered her head and wept silently.

"Eh?" Jia Huan was a little dumbfounded. He had heard about this crying man, but he didn't expect him to be so crying. Could it be that he was made of water?

Jia Tanchun also had a look of astonishment, he obviously didn't understand that Lin Daiyu was so well-behaved and suddenly cried.

"Why is the girl crying? But you don't feel well?" Zijuan was obviously anxious, and said angrily, "It's all the third master's fault, it made Miss Lin cry so well, her cough should be better, what should I do!"

Jia Huan couldn't help being dumbfounded, what the hell, is this none of my business?
Lin Daiyu held back her tears, coughed lightly and said, "It's none of Brother Huan's business. He didn't know that this play was written by the old man for his dead mother." After speaking, the tears flowed down again.

Both Jia Huan and Jia Tanchun couldn't help but suddenly realized that this "Leaving Soul" was actually written by Lin Ruhai for Jia Min. No wonder this man was crying, it turned out to be a sad thing.

Lin Daiyu's tears kept pouring out like a faucet turned on, and Jia Tanchun, Zijuan and Ping'er couldn't persuade her no matter how hard she tried.

"Oh, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have urged you to come to Brother Huan to be stubborn, but you have caused so many tears for no reason. You are not in good health. If you cry for good or bad, it will be my fault!" Jia Tanchun smiled wryly.

Lin Daiyu held back her tears when she heard the words, shrugged her shoulders slightly and sobbed: "I have a tendency to cry, and I am more caring than others. Why do you want to hug the girl, cough, cough..."

Zijuan quickly stroked Lin Daiyu's back and advised, "Miss, don't cry."

Jia Huan frowned, hearing the coughing sound, Lin Daiyu was obviously suffering from a shortness of breath, whether it was bronchitis or asthma, if the latter would be troublesome, he asked, "How long has Sister Lin been suffering from coughing?"

Lin Daiyu came back at this moment, and when Jia Huan asked about her illness, she couldn't help but feel warm, and replied: "Brother Huan asked this, and I can't answer it. Anyway, I have been taking medicine since I can remember, and it hasn't stopped. I have invited many doctors to make prescriptions, but it doesn't work. When I was three years old, a monk with a scarlet head came. They wanted to make me a monk, but my parents naturally refused. See crying."

Jia Tanchun heard the words and said: "Sister Lin, don't cry anymore."

Lin Daiyu shook her head and said, "That monk is crazy, and his words don't match his words, so what he said can't be true!"

Jia Huan said with a smile: "It's better to believe what you have than not to believe what you don't have. As the saying goes, it takes ten years to smile. Sister Lin will laugh more and cry less in the future. Maybe the illness will be cured."

Jia Tanchun also said: "No, Sister Lin should smile more, by the way, didn't you say that you also want to ask Brother Huan to draw a portrait of you, shouldn't you draw you crying?"

Lin Daiyu's cheeks fluttered immediately, and she stretched out her hand to pinch Jia Tanchun's mouth: "Okay, you girl Tanchun, come to make fun of him again, carefully I will tear your mouth!"

Jia Tanchun grabbed Lin Daiyu's hands and said with a smile, "You are not my opponent."

Although Lin Daiyu was a little older than Tanchun, she was weak and her strength was not as strong as Tanchun's, so she was restrained to death, and when she got anxious, she shouted: "Brother Huan, help me quickly."

Jia Tanchun laughed and said, "You're in a coma. I'm Huan'er's real sister. You're just a cousin. If you want to help, you're helping me."

Jia Huan laughed and said, "You guys make trouble. I won't help anyone. I just watch from the sidelines. When you get bruised and swollen, I will draw you and hang them on the wall."

As soon as this remark came out, Ping'er, Shishu and Zijuan couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing coquettishly, but at this moment the door curtain was lifted suddenly, and Aunt Zhao, who was dressed like a magpie, walked in swayingly, and when she saw the scene in the room, she immediately groaned exaggeratedly: "It's so lively, Tan girl, Lin girl, are you also singing a big show?"

Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun blushed immediately, and quickly withdrew their hands to salute: "Aunt!"

Aunt Zhao had just come back from watching a show in the East Mansion, she drank a few glasses of wine, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were full of glances, she seemed to be in a good mood, she smiled and said: "Don't be too polite!"

After finishing speaking, she stepped forward to hold Lin Daiyu's hand affectionately, and said, "Look at how beautiful girl Lin is, she looks like a fairy descending from the world, and I will be very happy to walk around more in the future!"

Lin Daiyu stood with her head bowed in embarrassment, and Jia Huan also couldn't laugh or cry. The brain circuit of this cheap old lady has always been strange, and God knows what she is thinking at this moment.

"Auntie is so well dressed today, where did she come from?" Jia Huan broke the silence.

Sure enough, as soon as this dress was mentioned, Aunt Zhao immediately became elated again, let go of Lin Daiyu's hand, held the skirt and swayed it left and right, and said with a smile: "It looks good, I spent ten taels of silver to make it. Miss Lin, do you think this dress looks good on me?"

"It's pretty good!" Jia Tanchun said insincerely, and Lin Daiyu nodded her face.

Jia Huan coughed lightly: "It's good-looking, but...would it be too vulgar...too flashy? It's a bit overwhelming, but it won't show your beauty, Auntie."

Lin Daiyu almost burst out laughing, Jia Tanchun hastily turned his face away, so as not to be overwhelmed.

Aunt Zhao gave Jia Huan a proud look and said, "Huan'er, how old are you? What do you know? I'm the icing on the cake."

Jia Huan nodded and said, "Yes, yes, the icing on the cake, Ping'er, make a cup of tea for Auntie to sober up."

Ping'er: "Uh... the servant girl will go now."

Aunt Zhao didn't seem to understand the teasing in Jia Huan's words, and even smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. Ping'er brought tea, and she drank it grandly.

If Jia Huan knew what Aunt Zhao was thinking at the moment, she would be speechless again.

At this time, Jia Tanchun moved a stool for Aunt Zhao to sit on, and the latter became more useful immediately, and Shi Shi calmly sat down and said, "Tan girl, what are you talking about so lively just now?"

The servant quickly said, "The girls are talking about portraits."

Aunt Zhao's eyes lit up, and she rolled a dissatisfied look at Jia Huan and said, "The evil of the maggot heart, I promised to draw a picture for Wei Niang last time, but I haven't drawn it yet."

Jia Huan spread his small hands and said: "It's easy to get a portrait, but you have to be free. From the first to the fifteenth day of the new year, your old man goes out to eat, drink and watch the theater every day. There is no shadow in the early morning. How can you let the child paint?"

puff……

Lin Daiyu finally couldn't help laughing, Zijuan and others couldn't help laughing, but Jia Tanchun couldn't help but dare not laugh.

Aunt Zhao's face became hot: "Stinky boy, which pot can't be turned on and which pot to carry, now I have time, can I draw?" After speaking, she tugged at the hem of her skirt in a showy manner. She has carefully dressed up today, and she is very confident and satisfied with her outfit.

"No problem!" Jia Huan quickly fetched the easel and started painting on the spot.

It was the first time for Lin Daiyu and Zijuan to see Jia Huan's own painting, so they stood behind and watched curiously, while Aunt Zhao became a little nervous when everyone was staring at her.

Jia Huan waved the charcoal brush and began to draw in a rustling manner. He saw a lifelike Aunt Zhao slowly appearing on the paper. All the girls were amazed. Lin Daiyu was also full of admiration.

About half an hour later, Jia Huan finished the painting and was in the process of revising and polishing. Lin Daiyu stood a little numb. Seeing that the painting was finished, she walked around for a while. Unknowingly, she walked to Jia Huan's desk.

"The Palace of Eternal Life...is this a drama?" Lin Daiyu looked up at Jia Huan's back in surprise, then lowered her head and continued reading, unexpectedly she was soon attracted.

"Sister Lin, what are you doing?" Jia Tanchun noticed something unusual, walked to Lin Daiyu and asked in a low voice.

Lin Daiyu was fascinated by it, she couldn't help being startled, patted her chest and hissed softly, Jia Tanchun became more curious, looked at the manuscript paper in Lin Daiyu's hand, and gradually became fascinated.

(End of this chapter)