imperial psychologist

Chapter 583

That night, Bai Ling couldn't sleep, and sat by the bed to keep watch for Nian Nian.

She opened the window and the moonlight streamed in.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of Kawabata Yasunari's "Sleeping Beauty".

That story is also about a flower kiln, which secretly receives old people who are old and no longer have sexual ability.

Berlin heard this story while attending an appreciation class at the Faculty of Letters.

The beauties in their youth lie unconscious on the bed after taking the medicine. When they wake up the next day, they are completely unaware of what happened to them the night before.

The story is absurd, but Yasunari Kawabata's writing is not inferior, but presents a strange beauty.

This is the late work of Kawabata Yasunari. Bo Ling remembers that the teacher of the Faculty of Letters emphasized the author's psychological state at that time, and attributed the morbidity and melancholy in this work to the author's own depression and decadence.

She remembers that in the classroom at that time, the students laughed faintly.Compared with the so-called beauty in literature, the curiosity brought about by this morbidity is more exciting.

Bo Ling thought a lot at the time. Social issues such as the sexual needs of the elderly were discussed in her major classes. Looking at the expressions of other students in the same classroom, she remembered people's shame about sex. And because of sexual repression, more violent compensation is sought in other affairs...

In short, she thought of a lot, but she didn't think about the "Sleeping Beauty" in the story itself.

Perhaps it is because the symbolism of these beauties is too heavy, which makes people ignore their will as individuals;

Or it may be because from the author's perspective, they are too much like beautiful playthings, so that readers will lament the beauty of this young body and their plight...

But she did not put herself into the perspective of these beauties, to reversely examine the author's "I" as a guest.

The beauties in the story are silent, whether to their guests or readers outside the book.

But this is also normal, no one would expect that such a fate would one day fall on themselves or those close to them...

Bo Ling looked at Nian Nian on the bed.

The child kicked off the quilt, and Bo Ling put the corner of the quilt back again.

Nian Nian is only three years old, and she can almost reach Bo Ling's waist with her arms. She weighs about 34 catties in her arms, and she is at her cutest moment.

And every time he thinks that someone in Huzihao will use them for business, Bo Ling feels trembling all over.

She lowered her head and suddenly thought of Xiao Man again. If Xiao Man was still alive, she would be about ten years old this year.

Bo Ling couldn't remember what Xiaoman looked like for a long time, but when she thought about it, she still felt hot in her eyes.

At that time, she was still the pharmacist in the palace, her father and Bai Yi were both medical officers working in the imperial hospital, and Shishi was always guarding and accompanying her.

However, that night she and Bai Yi still dispatched the bodyguards in Yinfengyuan who could not move. Fourteen went through twists and turns, but did not save Xiaoman's life.

Lin Jieyu, who was throwing hairpins upstairs to attract people to have fun, is dead.

And in the final analysis, she was nothing more than a red flower in the Baihuaya, which was destroyed in the turbulence inside and outside the palace... Lin Jieyu was not the only one who was destroyed.

In this troubled world, it seems that no one can guarantee that he can have the last laugh, and no one can be alone.

Bai Ling stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes again. She felt like there was a voice in her heart, wanting to shout why and why, but she herself vaguely understood the answer.

The door of the room suddenly opened slowly, Bo Ling raised his head and saw Ai Songqing walking in lightly.

Seeing Bo Ling, she sighed and whispered, "...you really haven't slept yet."

"Can't sleep." Bo Ling replied in a low voice.

Ai Songqing raised his hand and waved to Bai Ling, signaling her to come over. Bai Ling got up, glanced at Nian Nian, and then followed Ai Songqing out the door.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked.

"I can't sleep either, so I just came to see you," Ai Songqing said softly, "It's also good to chat with you."

Bo Ling looked at her, "Don't you need to get up early to go to the band tomorrow?"

Ai Songqing shook her head, "...tomorrow I will rest, and I don't have to go to Lefang or Liyuan."

As Ai Songqing said, he lit the lamp in the living room with a torch, and the maid on duty outside saw the light, so she walked over to have a look.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two asked her to order two bowls of noodles.

At night, the heat receded, not as hot as during the day, and when it was comfortable, both Ai Songqing and Bo Ling left the house and leaned on the railing of the corridor outside to look into the distance.

Under their feet, the Lanzi shop is still brightly lit tonight.

"Why can't you fall asleep?" Bai Ling asked.

Ai Songqing smiled and said softly, "I tell you, don't laugh at me."

Bai Ling looked at her and nodded.

"I was lying on the bed before, and I was thinking about what you said about Sister Li giving her rice and noodles to neighbors." Ai Songqing's eyes dropped slightly, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, I also understand her."

Berlin didn't speak.

Ai Songqing continued, "When I was young, once my father was going to Beijing with my uncle to report on his work. Before leaving, he asked the children in the family if there was anything they wanted. Our brothers and sisters thought about it for a long time.

"Some girls like Ai Qian asked for clothes, some asked for jewelry, and I also asked for flower ropes..." Ai Songqing raised her wrist, "It's the kind of rope that can be wrapped around the wrist. "

"Yeah." Bo Ling nodded, "I've seen it."

"Flower rope strings here in Pingjing are very cheap, and there are many patterns. If you really buy this with the same money as clothes and jewelry, you may be able to take a cart back." Ai Songqing said with a deep smile, "So my father not only He bought me a large box of flower rope strings, and brought back a lot of pearl flowers and the dyed string here, so that I can weave them myself."

"That's great." Bo Ling said softly, "...and then?"

Ai Songqing's voice was very soft, "They asked for clothes, jewelry, things to wear and wear, and they will not be fresh after a long time. Unlike my flower ropes, which can change patterns every day, and look at the same flower ropes If I don't like it after a long time, I can disassemble it and make another one.

"So during that time, the things I wore on my head and hands were basically the same."

"...Well." Bo Ling nodded, already having a premonition of what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Ai Songqing sighed, "As a result, the other sisters got angry with me, but they didn't tell me, they just stopped playing with me suddenly.

"Later, this incident caused my brother to be scolded, and my wet nurse quickly divided up my flower ropes and sent them to several sisters one by one, and the matter calmed down—but I never saw them a few times later. I have worn it, and no one has been polite or thanked me."

Ai Songqing's expression softened slightly, "It's been a long time, but I always remember it."

(End of this chapter)