Lucky Star Gao Zhao

Chapter 473 This Is Me

Gao Zhao naturally thought: I am who I am, different... Mrs. Gao Family!

Not to be happy with things and not to be sad with things is what I want to do, but I can't do it.I just wish that this life will not be in vain, cherish my family, cherish the people around me, and then have my own flesh and blood in this life, and the family will live happily!
No matter what you think of me or what you think of me, I am still me, but if anyone says something nasty to me in person, I will naturally be angry, and if outsiders want to bully me, I will definitely return it.

So don't expect me to be magnanimous, and I don't want to be a host in a temple.

This is me, I have been a human being in two lives, and I have not had a good time in the last life. In this life, I will be a passionate, high-spirited and courageous lady of the Gao family.

Gao Zhao spent the winter solstice and Laba happily and sweetly, and then the Chinese New Year was about to begin.

Gao Wenlin was worried about this year's New Year's gift, every family sent it in advance, and the gift was very expensive, Gao Cui went to his niece's house and said that your parents were worried about the New Year's gift.

Gao Zhao said: "Scatter all the gifts you received and reassemble them, wouldn't that be enough? Who would go to other people's houses to ask you what you gave Master Gao? Why don’t you just slap your face swollen to look fat, and find ways to collect money to give others some gifts, these three methods.”

Gao Cui rolled her eyes when she heard this, and said that I went out, turned around and left.

Gao Zhao followed to the door and saw his aunt went to the main room, and came back after a while, and then said dejectedly: "Your father disagrees, saying that it is unreasonable to others, although others don't know, but you know what you are doing. .”

Gao Zhao shrugged, she could guess what her father would say, so she didn't come up with this idea in front of him.

She took out the money given by Mr. Jia when she went out last year. She spent some this year, but she also saved some. Anyway, there are still more than 100 taels.

"Auntie, these are saved by me, and they were given by Mr. Jia on the way to Songshan last year. I won't talk about why you gave them to me. You give them to my father for me, just say that I don't want to explain the reason, anyway. The money was given by Mr. Jia, so leave it to your parents for the annual gift, I am still the daughter of my parents' family, so don't be polite to me, even if you are married, don't be polite to me."

Gao Cui didn't understand what her niece said, anyway, if she had money, she went to the main room with the money.

Gao Wenlin listened to what the elder sister said to his daughter, took the bank note and looked at it, feeling bittersweet and ups and downs in his heart.

The daughter thought that he didn't know why he went out last year. Indeed, Gao Wenlin didn't know when he first went out. After the son and daughter came back, the son quietly told him that the elder sister went out to make money.

Gao Wenlin didn't sleep that night. Although his daughter didn't mention the money, he pretended not to know, but he knew in his heart that his daughter would not keep the money for his own use.

Jiang took a look at the banknote from the master, and was surprised, "Where did Zhao'er get the money? If Xunsheng gave it to me, then I can't accept it. If the princess finds out about it, what do you think of our family?"

"No, let's use these as an annual gift."

Seeing that the master had made up his mind, Mrs. Jiang didn't say much, and put away the bank notes.

This night Gao Wenlin didn't sleep until half the night, and his heart was wet.

Gao Zhao didn't go to sleep until midnight, because today he received a letter from his senior brother. Today's letters are not only paintings, but also poems. The poems are all famous works, and Gao Zhao can still understand the meaning.

For a while, Gao Zhao read a lot of poems by famous masters. He can't compose poems, but he can still copy poems.

Along with the letters came copybooks, so Gao Zhao was very busy even if he didn’t go out during the day, which Jiang was most happy to see, because his daughter was busy practicing copybooks at home every day, and Gao Wenlin sometimes looked at her daughter’s practice. I felt that my writing had improved a lot, and I praised my apprentice in my heart.

Gao Zhao sighed, it is usually said that love makes people’s brains hot, but it’s my turn: love makes me work hard, study hard, and try not to write too ugly, otherwise I will feel so ashamed!

The verse that my brother sent me today is: Lang rides a bamboo horse to make green plums around the bed.

How did Gao Zhao know that the allusion of childhood sweetheart came from Li Bai's poem, how many girls in the previous life knew the three hundred Tang poems by heart?Even now she doesn't know who wrote this poem. In ancient times, no one dared to teach the little lady these love poems. Gao Zhao would not ask his parents with poems, and no one is a daughter in modern times. Some people will show the letters between lovers to their parents.

So Gao Zhao only knew that the elder brother used this poem to express his feelings, so are they childhood sweethearts?Gao Zhao was very proud of it.

Gao Zhao buried her head in thought, of course she didn’t want to compose poems, but to copy poems. She couldn’t find very beautiful ancient poems about love, so she could only search for them from the Book of Songs and Chu Ci collected by her father, but she didn’t dare to write poems. I asked my father the meaning of the specific verses in the Book of Songs, anyway, I guess I almost copied them.

For example, tonight, Gao Zhao copied a poem that she was very familiar with at first glance, and she also felt that it could represent her strong and unrestrained feelings. The love poems in the Book of Songs that are familiar to ordinary people.

Shangxie! I want to know each other with you, so that I can live forever.There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder in winter shakes, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to you!

Others don't know that when Gao Zhao first watched a TV series and knew this ancient poem, she felt that the girl in the poem had a decisive momentum, with the unrestrained and enthusiastic emotions of a girl.

Gao Zhao envied this kind of devoted emotion, and in her previous life, she also longed for someone who would allow her to devote herself so confidently and boldly to all her passionate love.

So she copied down this poem and handed it to Dai Qiu, but there was still a sentence in her heart that she didn't copy down, that is: if one day in the future, if you don't have the heart, I will sleep.

Gao Zhao, who was tossing and turning, didn't go to sleep until midnight, and Wu Changliang, who was about to go to bed, received a letter and didn't sleep all night.

Looking at the poem copied by his junior sister, he could feel that the girl's love in the poem was full of vitality.

Wu Changliang suddenly understood very clearly what attracted him to his junior sister. It was the vitality in his body. It was always the kind of spring when the earth revived, the grass broke through the ground, and the branches sprouted, that kind of stretching hard, that kind of pushing upward .

The reason why he likes to watch his junior sister run is because his inner desire is to exude this kind of vitality in the running of his junior sister.

Prince Wu and the princess learned that the son's house was always lit, and after sending someone to check, they received a letter from the eldest lady. They were curious and tried to find out what was written in the letter. After reading it, the couple looked at each other.

Consort Wu: I seem to know why my son fell in love with Mrs. Gao so quickly.

Princess Pingwu: This daughter-in-law is a bit shy, and my son can't stand it.

But when she saw what the son-in-law wrote to her, she couldn't stand it anymore.

The heart is about love, but it is not called love, it is hidden in the center, and when will it be forgotten.

(End of this chapter)