Alternative Telling of Dream of Red Mansions: Cherishing Spring

Chapter 24
Lai Yi'er looked at her coldly, seeing her mourning, gradually couldn't bear it, hugged her shoulder and coaxed: "I said something wrong, don't cry, if you want to get angry, hit me."

Into the painting should not him, slowly turned his back, just walk.Lai Yi'er's heart was cold, but she saw Ru Hua stood still, and said quietly: "Give up, Feng Ziying hasn't come for several days."

"He will definitely come again, don't worry." Lai Yi'er was overjoyed when he saw that Ru Hua had changed his mind. He hurried up a few steps, grabbed Ru Hua and said, "He is here, you should find a chance to talk to him, and you must say it." Lai Yi Er sighed, "Actually, you don't know that the marriage between your girl and Feng Ziying is impossible in nine out of ten cases. On the surface, Jia Zhen agreed to Master Feng's marriage proposal, but secretly revealed that person's life experience to the Feng family. Rumors are spreading like this, how can you get married? Now Master Feng probably knows it too, and looking for you is just a proof, do you understand?"

Entering the painting, I was startled when I heard it, and she shed tears early, just staring stupidly.Lai Yi'er originally wanted to lighten her psychological burden, but seeing that she was silent, she thought about what to say, so she stood there and said, "I'm leaving."

Ruhua's face was sullen and he didn't respond. He waited for a while, and finally went back with a sullen head.

Ruhua stood there, the wind made the leaves rustle, she felt cold, completely cold from inside to outside.There was like a big lump of ice in her heart, and the water that melted from the lump of ice seeped into the nearest blood vessel, but that hard piece was not easily softened, and firmly resisted her heart.She has always been a person who doesn't need to make any claims, and doesn't put anything on her mind, so she is as relaxed as cotton wool.But now Lai Yi'er insisted on cutting open her chest and stuffing things into it, and Ruhua hated him so much that she would die if she hated him.However, hatred is also short-lived. He is her future reliance. If she can't defeat him with her own hands, and then seek credit from others, this credit cannot be obtained.

I didn't sleep well all night in the painting, and it was only after dawn that I made up for it.The next day when I woke up to see Xichun, she was amazed at her composure, greeted her naturally, fetched water to wash her hands, and everything was as usual.After finishing her work, she went to Ningfu to help Xichun bring a message to Jia Zhen.Every time she sees Jia Zhen, she feels timid in her heart.This thin man with fine lines at the corners of his eyes, as long as he fixed his eyes on her, he felt unable to move in the painting.After seeing Li, she just wanted to finish talking quickly and leave.

"The girl said, congratulations to the uncle for staying in Beijing. She is meditating in Xuanzhen Temple, so she won't come back to receive the family banquet."

Jia Zhen was wearing a homely shirt, leaning on the blue satin pillow and smiling slightly, playing with the snuff bottle in her hand against the light, looking very relaxed.Ruhua had never seen him so happy, so it was a bit strange.After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but Jia Zhen stopped her from behind: "I'm going to the temple this afternoon, is there anyone else in the temple?"

Ruhua smiled and said: "If you go back to the uncle, there are only me and the girl in the audience."

"But—how did I hear..." Jia Zhen smiled and waved her hand, "Forget it, you step back, and it's not your turn to talk about your young lady. I'll ask her myself."

I heard that Jia Zhen is going.Entering the painting, he boldly asked, "Master, are you going to Xuanzhen Temple today?"

"Why! Can't you go?" Jia Zhen suppressed her smile and stared at her, "What kind of servant is there, you dare to interfere with me!" When Jia Zhen didn't smile, the wrinkles on her cheeks and nose grooves became deep, With a majestic breath.

Entering the painting, he didn't dare to respond, and when Jia Zhen's seizure had passed, he respectfully withdrew.Holding the cold sweat on the palm of his hand, he went to Rongfu to visit Daiyu who had been ill for a long time.

After listening to Ruhua's description, Xichun knew that Daiyu was terminally ill, so she put down her scriptures and rushed back to visit her. This was because Jia's mother specially asked her when she was dying: "Your sister Lin is too weak, and I can't find anyone right now. Please, take care of her for me, she is well, even if I see her mother under the Nine Springs, I have a clear conscience."

The old ancestor had tears in his eyes. She had never begged anyone in her life. Now that she begged her, Xichun knew that she had to try her best to fulfill her request, so she always cared for Daiyu.She asked Ruhua to call a car, but Ruhua said hesitantly, "Master said he would come to Guanli in the afternoon."

"He comes to his, I go to mine, he can't find me, so naturally he will come."

"What about Master Feng?"

"He?" Xichun was stunned, and smiled, "Of course he is too, it doesn't matter if you wait a while." Seeing what she said, Fang fell silent, and hurried to get someone to set up a car, and rushed all the way to Rongguo Mansion went.

When Xichun meets Daiyu, she is secretly shocked that she is even more ill than what Ruhua said.The small wing room at the back of Baosha is dimly lit, and smells strongly of traditional Chinese medicine, which does not stop after menstruation.Daiyu was lying on the bed, the thick silk was pressing her down, and she couldn't see anyone if she didn't pay attention. She was already thin, and now she is even thinner. Lying on the bed doesn't seem to take up any space, and she may disappear at any time.Daiyu woke up and saw her coming, struggling to get up.Xichun looked at her carefully, Daiyu's face was small in the first place, her cheeks were so thin that she was so sick, her face was only a small bluish-white patch, supported by Zijuan and Xueyan, she was about to collapse, her eyes still had A small cluster of light like a flame, like the sparks of a candle, only blows to the ground when she sees someone who is eager. Most of the time, she seems to have no strength to open her eyes. Let’s just talk on the bed.” Seeing that Daiyu was coughing non-stop, she turned around and told Huahua: “You and Zijuan hurry up and stew the blood swallow that I brought. use."

Ruhua and Zijuan agreed to go, Daiyu forced a smile and said, "Why should I eat blood swallows, it's better to die."

Xichun watched her gradually shed tears and said, "My sister, it's only been two months, why are you so sick!"

Daiyu smiled and gently raised her hand to wipe her tears, saying: "Baoyu can't come back. I had a dream last night. When I saw him again, it seemed that we were no longer in this world, and we didn't know each other." It took a long time to have the strength to say the next sentence, "Sister, I have made up my mind. On the way to Huangquan, I want to drink Mengpo soup."

"Sister, don't talk nonsense."

"Why are you talking nonsense, sister, you are not me, how can you know my suffering, these years, I have been obsessed with him enough, I am exhausted physically and mentally, and even my tears seem to be drained, I am dead, I don't want him to answer I vowed to become a monk, I just want him to forget me and find someone else to live in peace and joy!" Daiyu said, touching her heart, her throat was sweet, she leaned forward, Xichun only Seeing that her face turned pale for a while, even more pale than before, she was terribly shocked, and just about to call out, she heard Daiyu vomit blood.Xichun wiped it with a handkerchief, but she couldn't get enough of it. In a blink of an eye, one of the handkerchiefs turned red, and Daiyu vomited blood. Xichun was so frightened that her hands and feet went limp. It was as if all the blood had been vomited up.

Xichun looked at her lifeless face, and cried out in panic for a moment: "Sister Lin, brother Bao, he will come back, we will definitely let him come back, you have to hold on, sister Lin, how can you bear to let him come back to see you?" I don't see you."

Hearing "Baoyu", Daiyu's pale lips moved slightly: "It's God's will, I hold grudges forever!"

"No!" Xichun shook her head desperately, and shouted to the outside of the house, "Falling into the painting, Zijuan! Call the doctor quickly!"

Ruhua and Zijuan came in separately when they heard the sound, and immediately turned to find the doctor when they saw this.Xichun stayed with Daiyu, and held her hand without daring to let go for a moment. This room was not as cold and gloomy as the original Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and Daiyu was often sick, making her even more lifeless. Xichun lay beside her bed, It feels like the two of you are locked in a cage and covered with black cloth. No matter how you scream and resist, the outside world has nothing to do with you.

"Sister..." Xichun felt that Daiyu was awake and was touching her hand, so she bent down to listen to what Daiyu had to say. "You don't have to worry about me, let's go. After the old ancestor died, no one will help me. They want me to marry someone else now, I would rather die! I can go home and leave here after I die. Sister , you don't have to be sad for me."

The more Xichun listened, the more sad she became: "Forcing you to marry!" She asked in amazement, and she saw the bright tears in the corners of Daiyu's eyes slowly sliding down her hairline and gradually disappearing.Of course she knew that what Daiyu said would not be false, these people could do anything, in order to keep their precarious positions, what could they not sacrifice?Yuan, welcome, explore, everything is like this.What is a Daiyu living under the fence?Marrying is a good way to say it, and it is likely to be sent to the person they need to flatter as a concubine. Naturally, this is also a kind of selling.

"I am determined to die, they can't control me, what is not in life?" Daiyu raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and smiled, "Even tears."

"Yes, even tears." Xichun stopped crying, she laughed sadly, "Sister Lin, you are right."

On the way back to Xuanzhen Temple, it began to rain inexplicably, Xichun looked up to see the fine lines of rain overlapping and repeating.Because of the shock she experienced just now, her heart became as calm as water.In Daiyu's body, she proved that life is a wounded flower, blooming in full bloom with a lingering posture, and in the end it always makes people end up sad.

The road was quiet, only the sound of the car dealership, which rang from far away to the very far end.

When Xichun got out of the car, she saw a horse at the entrance of Guanguan. She thought it was Feng Ziying coming.Jia Zhen is here.

Jia Zhen stayed in the quiet room and waited for Xichun. No one knew what complicated emotions he had for this quiet room. He would be both painful and happy when he came here!The person he hates the most lives and dies here.Now this man's daughter also came here to meditate in the same posture as her father.He won't forgive either.Since it is inconvenient for Xichun to be punished with death for her sins, let her accept another form of punishment.

Jia Zhen still had a smile on her face, which was rare, since Keqing died, he never smiled so comfortably.The sound of footsteps outside the door made him happier—Xichun was back.

She is close to his happiness!

As Lai Yier expected, Feng Ziying came to Xuanzhen Temple again, and when he entered the painting and saw him, his heart jumped with fright, and he smiled to socialize, knelt down and blessed him: "Master is auspicious."

"That's all." Feng Ziying glanced at her and said calmly.His face was a little blue, his brows were frowned, his expression was haggard and rigid, he stared at the courtyard door for a while, and asked silently, "Is your girl in there? I saw a horse at the door, could it be that there are visitors? "

"Master Hui, our uncle is here, and the girl just went in to talk to him. It seems that Master Si will have to wait for a while."

"Oh!" Feng Ziying replied absent-mindedly, as if something jumped by in his heart, he couldn't see what it was, he was just surprised.He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Ru Hua, and saw that she was wearing a moon white tight-fitting satin jacket and a white silk skirt, the corners of her mouth were always raised slightly, looking gentle, her face was slightly freckled, very fair and elegant.Feng Ziying looked at her, feeling a pain in her heart for no reason, thinking of Xichun, a girl of hers with such a good looks, needless to say, Xichun's demeanor, such a pure and pure person, has such a miserable life experience.God's will tricks people, it is too cruel.

"Into the painting, how long have you been with your girl?"

"Master Hui, ten years, I entered the mansion at the age of six."

"That's what she grew up with..." Feng Ziying fixed his eyes on the painting, but his eyes didn't seem to be looking at her, as if he was looking at the long and strong relationship between her and Xichun.

Ruhua unconsciously trembled all over, she knew that what should come still came.

"You come." He said to Ru Hua, and turned to the side door as he spoke.Under the shade of the tung tree, the sunlight is as thin as a gossamer, and it sneaks into the shade of the tree. He lowers his head and looks at his shoes. The shoes are embroidered with two butterflies wearing flowers. film.

Ruhua struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally he smiled and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

With Feng Ziying's back facing her, she couldn't see his expression, but felt that his voice was dry and heavy than her own.Like someone who has been walking at night for a long time, the muffled sound of feet falling on the sand.

"Her background." He said it very clearly, very quickly, as fast as a knife cut, and he was determined not to give himself a chance to refute.

Ru Hua bit her lip, she was afraid that she might not be able to speak out.There was darkness in her heart, as if she had fallen asleep, and she wished she would not wake up and face the truth.This is the best way, she will not betray Xichun, and she can keep Laiyier alive.She thought of Yi'er, and then thought of Xichun, the two choices were like a tiger and an antelope wrestling, running forward, she couldn't cry out for either one.

"you say!"

Ruhua was taken aback, and raised his eyes to see the man who was still facing away from him, he stood upright, his aura was too strong for her to resist.She was flustered, but this panic was not without unspeakable sobriety, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: What has Xichun given me these years, I am just her slave!I humbly called her a girl and worked carefully for her. How much did I get?
The division between master and servant is like the division between monarch and minister, and there is also a small golden temple between her and her.Why!She is destined to be a servant!

Yes!At this moment, she recognizes the relationship between each other, and it is just the light and shadow on the treetops, the dewdrops on the tip of the grass, and the short stay and warmth do not mean that they depend on each other for life and death.

"Master!" She said in a low voice but clearly, "Girl, she is the daughter of our old man and grandma."

The word "climbing ashes" made Feng Ziying tremble.Why, he felt that his heart was icy cold, and then even his eyes became icy cold, like a rainy night, and his tentacles were wet.He is no stranger to this kind of thing, and they talked about it in private, laughing and talking about it.

However, they are all wicked people, seeing others suffering but not seeing their own suffering, this matter is related to oneself, it turned out that such a profound shame is like a rock avalanche, and gravel hits the head one after another.

He collected himself, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and glanced at the words on the handkerchief——If you are in a cold mood, I hope you will take care of it.In an instant, the ice and snow in his heart became transparent: Xichun's vigilance to emotions is like a beast that suddenly wakes up early in hibernation, she had expected this day, and engraved this reminder early in the morning, so that he would be prepared.And how can he be considered as well prepared, he followed all the way, always guessing her thoughts, everything was expected, but he didn't expect the unexpected.

"Go back." He waved wearily and said, "If you see her, don't say you saw me."

"Understood!" Ru Hua hurriedly bowed his head in response.

Xichun left Ruhua alone and entered the courtyard, stepped into the room, took a look at Jia Zhen, turned around and closed the door, sat down smoothly, and said politely to Jia Zhen, "What do you want?"

The door opened, and a beam of light came in.It was bright in the room, and Jia Zhen's eyes lit up. He looked at Xichun carefully, and saw that she was wearing a moon-white embroidered fur jacket, with an ermine vest, a bun with a cloud on her head, and a red gold plaque on her hairpin. There are no flower decorations, and a honey-colored embroidered cotton skirt is tied under the waist. She is very elegant and tall. Although she looks cold when she sits down, her face is radiant and her eyes are full of sparkling eyes.

He couldn't help but be moved, Xichun's beauty was something he had to admit, but it was a good thing, because Xichun was beautiful enough, so he had the capital to use her to negotiate terms with others, like a song hundreds of years ago: " There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. Once you look at the city, you will look at the country. You don’t know the city or the country? It’s hard to find a beautiful woman.” If Mrs. Li hadn’t been amazingly beautiful, how could Li Yannian talk to the emperor about her? Conditions, and then rely on her to obtain a lifetime of glory and wealth.

Although Jia Zhen tried her best to restrain her smile, she couldn't help but feel a little proud when she saw her. Although he didn't have an arrow in his hand, Xichun was still like a rabbit that couldn't escape.

"I'm here to talk about your marriage." Because of his certainty, he seemed leisurely.

Xichun glanced at Jia Zhen, knowing that there must be something to say, she turned her face away without saying a word, stood up and lit the sandalwood on the small table under the window.The cigarette rose thinly, Liang Jiu Xichun looked away from the cigarette and looked out of the window.

The Xuanzhen Temple has double eaves and overlapping corners, and the four-horned spirit beast stands proudly, looking up at the sky. The afternoon sun splashes down from the clouds and sprinkles all the way to the flowers and trees in the yard. The green leaves and white flowers are golden, A large stack of shadows tangled on the ground and wall.Xichun was disturbed and empty.

"I accepted the marriage of Marquis Wuqing's family for you."

Xichun's expression was in a trance, as if she heard it, but didn't seem to pay attention.Staring into the distance, hesitantly said: "Marquis Wuqing!" She suddenly remembered that Mrs. Wuqinghou Chen Gong's wife had appeared when Jia's mother was at the funeral, and that short time together, socializing.He couldn't help but frowned and said to himself: "It's just a coincidence."

When Jia Zhen heard this, she smiled and said, "A one-time fate is enough. It is a fate to meet thousands of miles away. Mrs. Chen Hou likes you very much. You are so lucky!"

"Blessing! Thank you for telling me!" Xichun spat at Jia Zhen.How old Wu Qinghou is is known to everyone in the court.He wants her to be his concubine!But I still have the nerve to say it in a high-sounding way.Thinking of a moment of discouragement, the world turned too fast, and I was lamenting the fate of others a while ago, but now it is my turn.

"The person I'm going to marry..." After a while, Xichun stared at him, and suddenly smiled calmly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Jia Zhen also laughed: "The person you want to marry is Feng Ziying, and the person you want to marry is also my good brother Feng Ziying. How could I not know? But you don't have to count on it, the Feng family has divorced the day before yesterday."

With a single word, Xichun felt as if struck by lightning, but she was indifferent by nature, her emotions and anger were invisible, even though her heart was shaking violently at this moment, she was unwilling to lose a little in front of Jia Zhen: "Thank you for coming to tell me." Xichun Trying to keep her tone steady, she continued, "Even if—the Feng family divorces..." Xichun squeezed her hands and said, "I don't want to be married to Marquis Wu Qing." Then he turned and opened the door, "Please go out. "

Having said so far, Jia Zhen didn't bother anymore, and didn't say much, Shi Shiran straightened her clothes and stepped out.

Xichun insisted on holding on with one breath, and only collapsed on the chair when he walked away. Looking at her hands again, they were already dripping with blood. She used too much force just now, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

Xichun fell to the ground with no blood on her face. She wanted to hold the door and stand up, but she had no strength at all. She swayed for a while and still fell to the ground, her whole body twitching like she had typhoid fever.

She stared out the window blankly, her eyes empty and numb.There should still be sadness and resentment, why are they gone?The sun shines outside.I just feel like an antelope who has walked tens of thousands of miles, just to reach a place with rich water and grass, but there are too many barren scenes along the way, and gradually lose the illusion of destination.

The Feng family divorced, so Feng Ziying should also know all her secrets. His absence is not as beautiful as she imagined. He just saw her dirty and unbearable, like seeing the mud under the lotus with cold eyes. Zongheng, I don't want to have anything to do with her again.

(End of this chapter)