The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

Chapter 121

Although Daiyu refused to say anything, Baochai had a pretty good idea of ​​what she was doing, so she didn't ask any more questions. Return gifts from relatives and friends you may meet are also prepared.

On the day of offering incense, the people of Jia's mansion were divided into two groups. Jia Zheng took people to Qingxu Temple to have a sacrifice, while Baoyu and Jia Yun drove Jiamu's car all the way out of the city.

Because Xue Pan was studying in the Lin Mansion, he would not go home for eight out of ten days. Aunt Xue originally sent Xiang Ling to serve in the Lin Mansion, but Xue Pan said that she should work hard and not indulge in the love of her children. Ling was sent back again, and Aunt Xue asked Xiangling to live with Baochai, just in time to leave the city, so she took her out together.

Who knows that Xiangling came here temporarily, she has no place, and she is not like an ordinary girl. After thinking about it, Li Wan can only let her go with a few nurses. Sit with me and Yaner."

Xiangling heard that sitting with Daiyu was like picking up a treasure. As soon as she got in the car, she said happily: "Miss Lin, I read all the books you gave me last time. They are really good books. I used to know nothing. Now I actually wrote a few poems myself, if Miss Lin doesn't dislike it, can you take a look for me?"

Why did Daiyu refuse?Xiangling happily took out the poem manuscript, and Daiyu was about to take it, but Baochai took it from the side first, and said in his mouth: "The car is shaking like this, and you still read these words, and you will get dizzy for a while, I don't care about you. "

Xiangling hurriedly said: "Then I will read it to Miss Lin."

Baochai reluctantly agreed. Xiangling carefully unfolded the poem and read a poem. Daiyu said: "If you are not in a match, practice the quatrains first. I think your poem seems to be a battle of words." , a little bit reluctantly. Besides, you blindly use those ugly words, but you don’t know that seeing the truth in ordinary life is the best. Have you read Wang Mojie’s famous sentence "The desert is solitary, the long river is full of sun"? This' The two characters "straight" and "round" are so common, but they are unique among ancient and modern poets."

Xiangling said: "I've only read a few dozen songs, and my favorite line is 'The cold pond reflects the decaying grass, and the high pavilion falls and the sparse trees'. I haven't seen what Miss Lin said."

Baochai said: "This sentence 'ying' is not good enough, and the word 'falling' is not bad, but this sentence is too sad. I like his previous sentence 'the sky is far away in autumn, and the sound of the sound returns to Hong'."

Daiyu laughed and said, "She doesn't even have the style to write poems, so you ask her to scrutinize the words. Isn't this a waste of money? You still boast that you have read so many books that even the most basic I don’t even know how to compose poetry.”

Baochai looked at her and said with a smile: "I don't understand, please tell us about the talented woman Lin, what is it like to write poetry?"

Daiyu said: "You want to coax me to talk about it, but I won't talk about it. I will talk about it when Xiangling and I are alone. After Xiangling has learned it, I will compare you."

Xiangling believed it was true, pulled her sleeves and said: "Miss Lin, let's say it now, I hear the same everywhere, and besides, I can't compare to Miss Bao."

Baochai smiled and took her hand and said: "I can still settle accounts now, but I can't write poetry long ago. You have such a heart, and she is such a good teacher and teacher who is unprecedented and unprecedented. In a few months, you will be better than me." I'm much better, don't be self-effacing." Said while looking at Daiyu out of the corner of her eye.

Daiyu stomped her feet and said, "If you don't hurt me a few words a day, you will be bored?"

Baochai said with a smile: "Obviously I want to praise you several times a day, but how come it hurts you when it gets into your mouth? Now a good man can't do it, alas!" Daiyu couldn't talk to her, so she had to force her hands, and the two fought and fought, watching Xiangling unconsciously laughing beside her: "The two girls have such a good relationship."

When the two heard Xiangling's words, they looked at each other and smiled, and they stopped fighting. Daiyu sat down next to Baochai. Whatever is difficult, quatrains are up to you to say, up and down four sentences, the intention is even. Rhythmic poems are just the beginning, succession and combination, and the middle inheritance and transformation are two pairs, flat tones, false and real. If there are really strange sentences , even the level and the truth are wrong—the first thing is to have a neat idea, and once the idea is made, it doesn’t matter if the words are old and new, and the rhythms are in conflict.”

Xiangling suddenly said: "It's strange that I read these poems. Some of them are neat, and some don't match at all. It turns out that this is the truth." With the appearance of dancing with feet and feet, he smiled and said, "I'm also an idiot."

Daiyu said: "What is the meaning of the word 'also'?"

Baochai put her arms around her shoulders and said, "When I woke you up in the morning, you still only cared about cuddling with me. You insisted on going to sleep for a while, until the whole house got on the bus, and you dragged me out in a hurry. , When I got in the car, I looked slumped again. Sometimes I said I had a headache and I asked you to rub it, and sometimes I said that my stomach was uncomfortable and I asked you to scratch it. As a result, when Xiangling talked about poetry, you were elated. Why do you have a headache? People who get up early and get up late forget, aren’t they crazy?”

Daiyu cast a sidelong glance at her, turned her foot inward, and stepped on Baochai's foot.

Baochai's complexion remained unchanged, and she smiled again: "If you like poetry, I'll write a sentence, you listen."

Daiyu just listened intently to her shocking words, but Baochai coughed a few times, and while Xiangling was in a trance, she pressed her lips to Daiyu's ear, waited for a while, and then keep silent.

Daiyu was so uncomfortable being rubbed by her that she couldn't help turning her head and said, "If you don't have any poems, don't delay me as soon as possible. I'm going to talk to Xiangling. You make me tickle like this." After she finished speaking, she saw Baochai One face was flushed thinly. You should know that Baochai's face has become thicker day by day since the two met each other. Daiyu has not seen Baochai's red face for a long time, but now she suddenly sees it. Instead of being surprised, she looked sideways and said, "You...didn't you write some messy crooked poems?" Although Baochai is also a talented lady from a famous family, she shouldn't be so dirty, but Daiyu is used to Baochai She asked too much on the bed, but felt that this matter was quite possible, her face sank, she tapped her finger on Baochai's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "If it's that kind of poem, then don't talk about it."

Baochai's face, which was only slightly rosy, turned red in an instant, and she pushed Daiyu reproachfully, "You're the only one who writes crooked poems! I...I..." She suddenly thought of a very vulgar but very affectionate and sincere sentence just now. When I was about to talk to Daiyu, I thought it was too straightforward to say, so I hesitated for a moment, and was misunderstood by Daiyu. She was anxious and annoyed, and her voice became louder. Ling heard the word "poetry" in her ears, she immediately looked at this side and said, "Miss Bao made a poem? Can you tell me about it."

Baochai blushed even more than the red plum blossoms in the snow, and said with a sneer, "You didn't hear me right, I was talking to Daiyu about Tao Yuanming just now."

Xiangling doubted it, but stopped asking.

Seeing Baochai like this, Daiyu felt more and more that she had made such unspeakable sentences, her pretty face was dark and gloomy, she also moved to the other side, and sat next to Xiangling, Baochai was still sneaking When Daiyu winked at her and whispered to her, but Daiyu just ignored her, Baochai became a little angry that she doubted her own character, and sat sullenly, refusing to speak.

Xiangling didn't know that for a while, the two had already fought secretly for a while, and they were still discussing Wang Mojie and Wen Feiqing with Daiyu, and asked Daiyu and Baochai who they liked the most.

Baochai said: "Everyone has his own merits, so we can't say who he likes the most." Although his face was facing Xiangling, he couldn't help but glance at Daiyu. In the past, I liked it more, and in my life, it would be a pleasure to be as open-minded and open-minded as him."

Baochai sneered and said, "It's fine if he is open-minded and open-minded. If he can't continue to be an official, he is forced to leave, and then he talks sourly about picking chrysanthemums in Nanshan. How dare he be called open-minded!"

Daiyu said: "You have the ability, you write with his interest, and then tell me about his character."

At this time, Xiangling realized that there was something wrong between the two of them, and hurriedly said: "Okay, everyone has their own likes and dislikes, let's not hold on to these little details, come out after a long time, everyone and It's the peaceful ones."

Daiyufang snorted and sat still.

Baochai ignored her, and only asked Xiangling: "I see that your eyes are blue now, did you not sleep well a few days ago? Could it be that you are reading late? The way of poetry is the small section, and the body is the most important thing." , don't just focus on reading and delay your rest."

Xiangling said: "Don't worry, girl, I have always slept with my wife, and naturally I follow her time—it's been a long time, and I haven't finished reading Wang Mojie yet." Then she said to Daiyu: "It's still a good idea to say it." I would like to thank Ms. Lin for her book, I used to want to learn poetry, but I didn’t know where to start, and now I know.”

Daiyu laughed and said, "Is it worth your time to read a little thing? Let me tell you, don't be impatient. Just read these things thoroughly first, and you will naturally have good poems in your pen."

Xiang Ling nodded and said: "Now that I live in the garden, I can often ask Miss Lin for advice."

Daiyu didn't know that she was going to live here, so she suddenly heard something, and was about to ask Baochai, but she held back when she thought of Cai just now, and Baochai also remembered that Xiangling would live in, and she and Daiyu were afraid that it would be a big inconvenience for her and Daiyu. , also took a look at Daiyu, just in time to see Daiyu, when the two eyes met, Baochai was the elder sister, her face softened, and when she waved to Daiyu, Daiyu also showed a faint look of sadness , and moved to Baochai again, but did not return to Xiangling for a while.

Xiangling used to be a little dull, so she didn't pay much attention to it, instead she began to figure out those interesting images there.

Seeing her idiot, Baochai couldn't help shaking her head when she thought of the past, and suddenly remembered that Daiyu was also an idiot, so she stretched out her hand and poked her in the face, saying: "You two idiots will make a couple again, and I don't know if you will be together in the future." What is she going to do for you! If you want me to say that she admires you the most, you should also take her to do things that are less tempting. Poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all minutiae, so teach her how to do it. Live a decent life."

Daiyu poked her, and the knife flew over: "Isn't it vulgar enough for me to bring you? How do you want me to live a normal life? Yes, I know, I will sit down first when I eat in the future." Calculate the price of vegetables today, how much it costs, and when you go to the garden, first look at the flowers, how much you can produce in a year, and how much you can sell——you are happy with me like this?"

Baochai said: "You know that's not what I'm talking about—that's all, you can do as you like, anyway, my brother will never marry Xia Jingui in this life, sister Ling's temperament, no matter how sophisticated people are, if you meet If you find a good-tempered mistress, you won't suffer a lot."

Daiyu snorted, poked her face seventeen or eight times with her finger, and felt even, Fang said slowly: "You won't let me do something, I will do it anyway, go back to Xiangling and ask me to teach her, I will do it." Set a time for her, she is only allowed to read these books in a day, and she is not allowed to think about poetry at night, otherwise I will not teach!"