The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 91

The night was like water, and the sound of insects rang out in the early summer night, chirp, chirp, chirp, Jia Huan used to love to listen to it, because there was an indescribable sense of tranquility, but today he was inexplicably irritable, holding a copy of "Mencius" in his hand, and couldn't read it anyway. Finally, he had to close the book, took out a flute from the drawer, opened the curtain and walked out.

Ping'er was embroidering a round lotus fan, and when he saw Jia Huan walking out with a flute, he couldn't help being a little surprised, and said softly, "Where are you going, Third Master?" After speaking, he stood up to light the lantern.

Jia Huan hurriedly said: "Sister Ping'er, don't be busy, I just went for a walk in the yard."

Hearing this, Ping'er asked with concern: "Do you want a servant girl to accompany you?"

"No, I'm a little tired of reading, I want to be quiet." Jia Huan walked out of the yard after finishing speaking.

Today is the last day of March, the sun has passed, and the early summer is approaching, the sky has no moon but stars.

Jia Huan sat down on a stone bench under a garden tree, looked up at the starry sky in a daze.Calculating carefully, it has been half a year since I traveled to the world of Red Mansions. Time flies so fast. It was not until tonight that Jia Huan stared at the galaxy above his head so seriously for the first time. In the ancient times without all kinds of pollution, the stars seemed to be brighter, but the sky was darker and deeper.

People today don't see the moon in ancient times, but this moon once shone on the ancients. The ancients are like flowing water, and the bright moon is like this...

So is the starry sky in my original world the same as the starry sky I see now?Maybe it's not the same, I'm just a passerby wandering in the parallel world.

Death is never the end of a person, but oblivion is. When no one in this world remembers you, your traces will be completely erased in the world, as if you never came.Jia Huan has not forgotten his parents, relatives and friends in the original world, and I believe they have not forgotten himself, so it is inevitable to miss them!

Jia Huan has never been a sentimental person, but today Tie Hu aroused this melancholy, recalling those people and things in the previous life, those little things.

Jia Huan didn't know what that boy Tiehu was going to do, but it was obvious that he was doing it with his life, so resolute and straightforward, maybe when the sun rises tomorrow, he has disappeared in this world, just like he disappeared in the original world. The grief and longing of relatives and friends can only be calmed and forgotten by time!
Jia Huan sighed softly, lowered his head, and gently placed the bamboo flute between his lips. A piece of "The Wizard of Oz" sang quietly in the night.

Today, Jia Huan suddenly asked Jin Shu to come back and take away 120 taels. Ping'er didn't know what happened, and she was very sensible and didn't ask too much, but she knew that something must have happened, and the third master's performance tonight also just confirmed this point.

The timbre of the flute is originally bright and jumpy, and it is suitable for playing joyful and joyful songs. The song "The Wizard of Oz" is too quiet and dusty, with a touch of sadness in its beauty and distance, which is very refreshing, so it is more suitable for playing with a deep and thick pipe flute. However, Jia Huan just uses this song to express his mood at the moment.

At this time, a lantern was winding towards Jia Huan's yard, and stopped near the gate of the yard, standing there listening intently, as if petrified, with tears in his eyes, obviously resonating with the melody.Such a sentimental woman, besides Lin Daiyu, naturally there is no other choice.

The sound of the flute gradually weakened, and finally the night fell silent. Lin Daiyu couldn't help but shed two tears, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe off the marks on her cheeks.Zijuan, who was in charge of lighting the lanterns beside him, had long been used to it, and thought, this song is too sad, could it be played by Third Master Huan?
At this time, Lin Daiyu had already tidied up her appearance, moved lightly into the courtyard with lotus steps, quietly came behind Jia Huan, and called softly, "Huan'er!"

Just as Jia Huan was in a daze, he was startled suddenly, turned around and saw Lin Daiyu standing behind him at some point, under the dim light, but his eyebrows were like Dai in the distant mountains, and his eyes were like autumn waters as gods, with tears streaming down his face, and the rims of his eyes were slightly red, indescribably charming.

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat, and he said hastily, "When did Sister Lin come here? I was shocked. Huh, why are you crying?"

"Don't blame Huan'er!" Lin Daiyu shrugged embarrassedly.

Jia Huan's heart couldn't help being tested again. This sister Lin is naturally charming and romantic, but not tacky at all. It would be even worse if she was older.

"The flute is bright and cheerful. Why does Brother Huan make such a sad sound? Also, what kind of tune is it? I don't think I've heard it before." Lin Daiyu asked curiously.

Jia Huan didn't know how to answer for a moment. Seeing this, Lin Daiyu thought that Jia Huan had something on her mind, otherwise she wouldn't be playing solo in the dark, so she stopped asking and changed the subject: "Does Brother Huan still write "Peach Blossom Fan" now?"

Jia Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "I actually wrote a few."

Lin Daiyu said happily: "Good luck, you ring. Fortunately, I came to ask. Otherwise, I have been hiding it all the time. Bring it here."

Jia Huan smiled, took Lin Daiyu into the room, and took out the three newly written "Peach Blossom Fan" manuscripts. The latter just reached out to take them, but Jia Huan shrank the manuscripts back and said with a smile: "Sister Lin took it for nothing like this, it's not good."

Lin Daiyu was both angry and funny: "It's a pity that you are still a scholar. You are a businessman and vulgar. I don't know how this county's trial leader came to be."

"Naturally, it's based on the real material. That's all, I'm not kidding you, take it away, old rules, don't write annotations!" Jia Huan smiled and handed over the manuscript.

Lin Daiyu took it happily, flipped through it eagerly, and said dissatisfied: "There are only three outs, too few, not enough for me to watch for one night, and you are too lazy, Huan'er."

Jia Huan was a little speechless, Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "Forget it, since you are busy with your studies, you can do it three times, and I won't take your money for nothing."

After Lin Daiyu finished speaking, she took out a booklet and handed it to Jia Huan. The latter took it and flipped through it, and found that there were more than a dozen stereotyped essays on it, with silky handwriting and brilliant writing. She couldn't help wondering: "Is this Sister Lin's masterpiece?"

Lin Daiyu said with a smile: "Brother Huan thinks too much. How can I have this level? This is my father's old work when he started his career in the past. I happened to remember some, so I transcribed it from memory. There may be some mistakes, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I hope it will be beneficial to Brother Huan in the next government and college exams."

Jia Huan was overjoyed, who is Lin Ruhai, the father of Lin Daiyu?That's an imperial examination pass, and he's an outstanding talent, so the level of the article can be imagined. No wonder I feel that my talent is leaking just by looking at the words and sentences.

"It turned out to be Uncle Lin's masterpiece. No wonder, Sister Lin, thank you so much, you really helped me this time." Jia Huan said happily.

Lin Daiyu was very happy to see Jia Huan so excitedly paying attention to her father's article, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "If that's the case, let's give him two peach blossom fans, and he will be Amitabha!"

"It's gone now. I'll find time to write two more in two days." Jia Huan said, sitting down behind the case impatiently.

Seeing this, Lin Daiyu nodded and said: "Okay, if there is no one in two days, I won't listen to it. The little girl will not delay Jia Dacai's study." After she finished speaking, she turned to leave, and suddenly she turned around and asked, "By the way, what song did Brother Huan play just now?"

"The Wizard of Oz!" Jia Huan said casually.

Lin Daiyu recited it silently twice, then turned and left the room, brought her maid Zijuan back to the residence, then began to rummage through the box, and finally found a qin in an old box.

Zijuan was surprised when she saw it and said: "So the girl can play the piano?"

Lin Daiyu said sadly: "I used to learn it for a while, but then I fell behind. Now it's not easy to pick it up again."

Zijuan said with a smile: "When the girl has practiced well, let the maidservant enjoy it."

Lin Daiyu shook her head and said, "I'm afraid he won't be as good as Shang Huan'er. His attainment must have been practiced for many years."

Zijuan heard the words and sighed: "It seems that there is no third master Huan who can't."

(End of this chapter)