Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 74 Write a song for me
  By the time they sang the chorus, the women's tears had rolled down like broken pearls. They just covered their mouths with handkerchiefs desperately for fear of making any sound and disturbing Jia Cong.

Daiyu, Yingchun, Xichun and other motherless children were particularly touched, and their eyes looking at Jia Cong became softer and closer.

When the song ended, Jia Cong's face was filled with tears. He had forgotten how many years he had not shed tears.

Baochai was so sad in her heart that she didn't care about anything else. She hurriedly walked over to wipe away his tears and said softly: "Cong'er, although my aunt is gone, there is still me... we sisters love you. I think my aunt is under Jiuquan." , I must be smiling when I see how well you are doing now."

Jia Cong was an adult after all, so he quickly controlled his emotions, took Baochai's handkerchief, wiped it randomly, put it directly into his arms, and said with a smile: "Let the sisters laugh." Baochai rolled his eyes at him and said with a smile. When he took it, he knew how to get a bargain.

"The love between mother and child is natural, how ridiculous it is. Brother Cong, it's really hard for you to write such a good song. Isn't it true that the spring flowers and autumn moon are ruthless? The love that comes after spring and autumn is silent, you How can you write such good words?" Tan Chun sighed.

Everyone nodded. The tune was not only fresh, but also natural and beautiful. The lyrics were simple and full of true feelings. It really describes how I miss my mother.

Daiyu had already burst into tears, and everyone was relieved for a long time before she recovered. She looked at Jia Cong with tearful eyes and said, "Brother Cong, what is the name of this song?"

"got you."

"Good name." Everyone praised.

"Brother Cong, can you go to my room and sing to me again?" Daiyu asked with tears in her eyes. Everyone knew that she loved her late mother deeply. Now that she is living in Shenjing, her longing for her mother must be even more intense. They all advised her to Jia Cong agreed.

Jia Cong said: "It's okay to sing, but Miss Lin can't cry anymore to avoid harming her body."

Daiyu nodded.

Everyone said goodbye, and Jia Cong accompanied Daiyu back to the room.

Now Daiyu lives in the penthouse next to Jia Mu's upper room. Although it is a penthouse, it is quite tall and spacious.

Rhododendrons and snow geese had already followed.

"Why is the girl crying again?" Zijuan hurriedly supported her. Xue Yan hurriedly went to carry the washbasin.

"It doesn't matter, I'm happy today. You can pour Brother Cong a cup of tea." Daiyu said with a smile.

Jia Cong entered Daiyu's boudoir for the first time and saw that the walls were covered with large bookcases containing thousands of books. On the bookcase was a pair of newly written purple-ink mud-gold clouds and dragons, which read: Green Window The bright moon is there, and the ancients in history are empty.

Jia Cong praised: "Miss Lin is indeed very talented in literature."

Daiyu smiled and said: "It's far worse than you."

Jia Cong looked at her with a pointing look, a little confused, and said: "The girl is too modest. Just with the many books in the room, she is already above the world."

"What's the use of having too many books? They can only be read into a dog's belly." Daiyu snorted.

"Hey, I just promised not to mention this, and you bring it up again, don't you respect your credibility?" Jia Cong said hurriedly, women really can't afford to offend.

Daiyu rolled her eyes at him and snorted before letting him go.

"Brother Cong, where did you learn these skills? Let's not talk about writing poems. Let's consider you enlightened. But this melodic skill cannot be mastered without long-term study. Don't say that it was taught by my grandfather. Yours." Daiyu said curiously.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "If I said that a fairy daughter came down to earth to teach me, would you believe it?"

"Bah, there's no formality. I don't know why Sister Bao... hmph." Daiyu spat.

Jia Cong smiled dryly and said, "What do you mean by this, girl? Sister Bao and I are gentlemen's friends, as gentle as water."

Bah, Daiyu sneered and said: "It's as light as water, I think it's just as light as wind."

Jia Cong's heart thumped and he said bravely, "I don't understand this."

Daiyu saw that he looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and she got angry for some reason. She couldn't help but sneered: "The moon is melting in the pear fragrance courtyard, and the catkin pond is light and windy. Isn't this as light as the wind? Brother Cong, Your literary talent is much better than mine."

"Sister Bao, did you show all this to you?" Jia Cong asked in shock. Seeing that you were still pretending, Daiyu showed a hint of pride in her eyes and said with a smile: "Who do you think you can hide your little tricks?"

Jia Cong had no choice but to beg for mercy: "I beg you, please show your kindness and don't go out and talk nonsense. It's not my fault. But Sister Baochai's reputation is important. If you ruin Baochai's reputation, I won't spare you."

Daiyu felt a little displeased when she heard that he was so attached to Baochai and dared to threaten her, and said: "No matter what you call them, they are all sisters. If you just call me girl, do you look down on me?"

"How dare you do this? It's just that I want to respect the girl and don't dare to ignore her."

"Bah, then why don't you respect your sister Bao?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Sister Bao is different from the girl."

"What's the difference?" Daiyu was a little unconvinced.

Jia Cong was stunned, how could he explain this, so he could only say: "Differences are differences. Girl Lan Zhihuixin naturally understands."

Daiyu snorted coldly and said, "Well, then I won't allow you to call me girl again."

"Then what's my name? Qian'er?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Daiyu's face turned red and she spat: "It's Hu Xin again. You are a little older, so you should call me sister."

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey, Sister Lin."

Daiyu rolled her eyes at him, which made Jia Cong feel relieved. Sister Lin seemed to have grown up and had some feminine charm, and was no longer a yellow-haired girl.

After pondering for a while, Daiyu still couldn't hold back her gossip and asked: "How can you be so bold to write such a poem to Sister Bao?"

Jia Cong had a big head and said angrily: "Why did you talk about me and Baochai? Why didn't you talk about you and Baoyu?"

"Bah, you...you fart!" Lin Daiyu was furious when she heard this, and said: "Baoyu and I are innocent, and we are usually a little better, but because we grew up in the same place and played together, how can I be with you?" Do people secretly form secret relationships and secretly communicate with each other?
  If you keep talking nonsense, if you listen carefully to me...I...I will tell Sister Bao that you bullied me. "

Jia Cong hurriedly raised his hands and surrendered: "Hey, my ancestor, please speak softly and I will know that you are innocent. I am the bad guy and I am not innocent. I am so foul all over my body. Is that okay?"

Daiyu then turned her anger into joy and gave him an angry look, "You know you're just being dirty and dirty."

Jia Cong shook his head helplessly and said: "I promised to sing, but I started talking about such a lot of gossip and you still don't listen. If you don't listen, I'll leave."

Daiyu frowned slightly and said, "What I said is unbearable, does it make it difficult for you?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "That's not true. It's just that Cong has never been good at speaking. I'm afraid I might offend my sister accidentally. I can't afford to offend him."

"Am I such a petty person?"

"How can that be possible? Who doesn't know that my sister is the most generous?"

Looking at Jia Cong's weird look, Daiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. She covered it up and spat: "Brother Cong, you are not honest at all. Whatever, I suddenly don't want to listen to "Understand You" anymore. It's so tear-jerking, why not …”

Jia Cong rolled his eyes, what are you trying to do again?

"How about you compose a song for me?" Daiyu said with a smile: "I won't let you do it in vain. If you like anything in my room, you can take it away and treat it as my thanks to you."

Jia Cong looked around and couldn't help but smile: "I think there is only one most precious thing in this room, but my sister will definitely be reluctant to give it to me."

"Am I so stingy? It doesn't matter if you say so." Daiyu said.

At this time, Zijuan lifted the curtain and served tea and fruit snacks. Jia Cong took the tea bowl, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Sister Lin couldn't guess it? But I think Sister Zijuan must know." After that, Come on, we are professionals when it comes to talking dirty.

(End of this chapter)