Spoilers for The Red Mansion, Daiyu’s mentality is broken

Chapter 15 The parrot reveals the secret
After hearing Shi Xiangyun's inquiry, Lin Daiyu put her hand on her forehead and secretly screamed that something was wrong.

This poem was given to me by Brother Huan, and it is also a reflection of Brother Huan himself.

It's hard to spread this poem, otherwise it might cause trouble to Brother Huan.

The original manuscript of this poem has long been locked up by Lin Daiyu, and she is not afraid of being seen.

However, because I love this poem so much, I often chant it every day.

Unexpectedly, the flat-haired beast listened to him and remembered two sentences.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "Sister Yun, this poem was written by me. It is clearly written by Li Yian, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty. Haven't you read it?"

There was no choice but to use Lin Daiyu's trick to coax her, hoping to hide it from Shi Xiangyun.

Shi Xiangyun's eyes flashed and he asked: "Sister Lin, Li Yian, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty? Sister is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and I have never heard of it. Sister is about to write this poem, and I want to have a glimpse of the whole story."

Lin Daiyu nodded and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Shi Xiangyun pushed Zijuan away and studied the ink himself.

After grinding the ink, Lin Daiyu took up the pen and wrote the partridge in the sky.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but chanted: "The body is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, the traces of love are far away, only the fragrance remains. There is no need for light green and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be shy, and the opening of the painting is crowned Mid-Autumn Festival." The poet is so ruthless, why didn't he see the end?"

Shi Xiangyun stared at this poem, his eyes bursting with dazzling light at first, but after a while, he shed tears in confusion.

This poem is of course a portrayal of Sister Lin herself——

Yes, Shi Xiangyun didn't believe it was written by Lao Shizi, the most talented woman in the Song Dynasty.

However, this poem is not about myself.

Although I am not weak physically, my parents died when I was a baby, and I have been living under the shelter of my uncle's house. It is hard to describe all the dirty things that have happened to me.

Is it not that the body is dull and light, the body is soft, and the traces of love are far away, only the fragrance remains?

And the ambition in my heart, why don’t I have to be light green and deep red, naturally the best among flowers?
Thinking like this, the whole person was actually crazy, but the tears on his face rolled down, making his clothes wet.

Lin Daiyu felt very distressed when she saw this. She quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped the tears from Shi Xiangyun's face.

The two of them had something in common.

Both parents died - well, Lin Daiyu still had a father after all.

They all have no brothers or sisters, they are all alone, and they all depend on others.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the two hit it off and became as close as sisters.

Shi Xiangyun came to his senses and said embarrassedly: "Sister Lin, you are indeed the most talented woman in Daxia. As soon as this poem came out, there will be no more sweet-scented osmanthus poems! Based on this word alone, Sister Lin can even be called the most talented woman in Daxia." The most talented woman in history.”

Hearing what Shi Xiangyun said, Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly and said, "Girl Yun, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. But this poem was not written by me, but by Brother Huan."

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Sister Lin, don't try to coax me anymore, I won't believe it anymore. It's not like I don't know Brother Huan, how could he write such words?"

Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly and said: "In your opinion, if I could really write such words, would I deliberately push it to others? Read this poem carefully again. Are you sure you really understand Brother Huan? ?”

This was not the first time for Shi Xiangyun to enter the Jia Mansion. She had grown up in the Jia Mansion when she was a child.

Of course he knew Jia Huan.

But in her mind, Jia Huan was the wretched boy with crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes. How could he write such words?

However, after listening to Lin Daiyu's words, Shi Xiangyun also had some thoughts.

If I had written such lyrics myself, I would never give them to anyone else.As for Brother Huan, you only need to think about his status as a concubine, and you can probably understand why he looked like that before.

It turns out that Brother Huan is so miserable, but he has great ambitions in his heart.

For a time, Jia Huan's original image of being wretched collapsed, and a new image was quietly established.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but said: "Sister, I never thought that there would be such a great poet hiding in our house. The Tomorrow Poetry Society definitely wants to invite Brother Huan to come. Otherwise, how can we write poetry?"

Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly and said: "Sister Yun, you don't know something. Brother Huan is now disgusted by the old lady because of Baoyu's matter! I don't dare to go to his place to play now, for fear of causing trouble for him."

"We're starting a poetry club, why bother calling him again? It doesn't make the old lady and my wife feel unhappy. They are unhappy, and it will make Brother Huan's situation even more difficult."

Shi Xiangyun said angrily: "Brother Ai has always been a scorpion, and he only knows how to do things that hurt others. Sister Lin, it's actually irrelevant."

"There will still be Baoyu here tomorrow. As long as Baoyu is happy, the old lady and the madam will never take their anger out on Brother Huan."

Lin Daiyu thought about it carefully, and it made some sense.

Originally, Brother Huan was right, but he suffered an unreasonable disaster in vain.

If there is Baoyu in charge, it won't be a problem, and maybe it can make the old lady change her attitude.

Thinking of this, Lin Daiyu said: "Okay, then I will ask a few sisters tomorrow and see what they say."

Shi Xiangyun said: "As long as this poem is presented, they will have no objection."

The two of them talked, washed up and lay down on the bed together.

Shi Xiangyun kept mumbling.

Lin Daiyu had always had trouble sleeping, and she was usually satisfied with only ten sleeps a year.

But now, after getting to know Jia Huan, not only can I relieve the dark emotions in my heart through letters every day.

And she also does a simple version of Wu Qin Xi movements every day, which actually makes her body improve.

Although my sleep is not good now, it is much better than before.

But now that Shi Xiangyun is here, where can I sleep?

I don't know when the two women fell asleep.

When they woke up in the morning, both of them looked not very good.

Lin Daiyu said angrily: "It's all your fault, you girl Yun. I don't know when I was chirping last night, so I couldn't sleep well all night."

Shi Xiangyun chuckled and said, "I say it's mine, and you sleep on yours. If you don't want to sleep, what does it have to do with me?"

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes and said, "You are mumbling, do you think I can still sleep?"

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help laughing.

The two of them had just washed up and had not eaten breakfast when Jia Baoyu had already rushed over in a hurry.

"Are you okay? Let's go there quickly. The sky is gloomy outside, I'm afraid it's going to snow."

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes and said: "Why are you in a hurry? It's not too late to go after breakfast. Every time you write a poem, you fail. It's not that you can't write good poems with limited rhyme, or that you don't have enough time. I blame it for you." You’re shy.”

Jia Baoyu's face turned sarcastic after making some sarcastic remarks.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "Then let's go have dinner with the old lady."

(End of this chapter)