He was not afraid of a woman's scolding, but he was afraid of a woman's crying. There was really no logic in dealing with this little girl. Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, tell me, what poem would you like to listen to?"
Xiao Yushuang clapped her hands and said happily, "I knew it, Lin San, you are a good person. Then I will force myself to do something. Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon, one of each. "
Lin Wanrong glared at her fiercely. Xiao Yushuang playfully stuck out her tongue. Perhaps she felt that her request was indeed a little too much, so she said, "Alright, alright, you can just recite any poem. I am just testing you."
Lin Wanrong looked at the garden. It was late autumn, and the leaves were falling. Looking at the Fragrant Hill in Beijing, it should be covered with red maples at this time. A hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes as he recited softly,
"The red leaves are rustling in the evening, a ladle of wine in the pavilion.
The remnant clouds return to the Taihua, the sparse rain passes through the middle.
The colors of the trees follow along the pass, the sound of the river goes far into the sea.
Arriving at the Emperor's Hometown tomorrow, I still dream of a fisherman and a woodcutter. "
This poem was not very neat in terms of antithesis, but it had a profound meaning that was very suitable for Lin Wanrong's current lonely mood.
"Arriving at the Emperor's Hometown tomorrow, I still dream of a fisherman and a woodcutter …" Xiao Yushuang repeated in a daze. She suddenly looked at him and said, "Lin San, are you homesick?"
Although this girl was young, she was very smart. She could see through the worries in Lin Wanrong's heart. Lin Wanrong looked at her and said with a smile, "I was just reciting it casually. Second Miss, you must be joking."
Xiao Yushuang smiled and said, "So you are so capable. But that day when I saw you writing the Three Character Classic from memory, why can't you write it?"
Lin Wanrong found it funny and could only say, "Second Miss, I don't really like things like the Three Character Classic from the Book of Songs. The words in my hometown are not written like this, and we don't use a brush."
Xiao Yushuang nodded and said, "I see. If that's the case, then my unintentional action will attract a great scholar to my Xiao Family. Hee hee, when the time comes, Mother and Elder Sister will definitely praise me. "
After spending some time with Miss Xiao, other than her occasional temper, she was pretty good. Lin Wanrong laughed and teased, "I'm not a genius, I'm just trying to make a living here."
After chatting for half a day, Xiao Yushuang was still sitting on the ground. From the looks of it, the injury on her butt wouldn't recover for a while.
The Second Young Miss frowned and said, "Lin San, I can't move right now. Can you not leave first and accompany me for a while? Aren't you good at telling stories? Why don't you tell me a story? I love stories. "
Lin Wanrong was also thinking that if he found a maid to help her right now, then he might not be able to hide the fact that he beat up the Xiao Family's Second Young Miss. Never mind, he would accompany her for a while and wait for her to settle down before leaving.
Lin Wanrong closed the door and walked back to her side to sit down again, saying, "Alright, tell me, what kind of stories do you like to listen to?"
The little girl's face was full of excitement, "I like all kinds of stories. It's been a long time since someone told me a story."
Lin Wanrong felt strange and asked, "Did anyone tell you a story before?"
Xiao Yushuang nodded and said, "That's right, when I was a child, it was Mother who told me a story. Later, Mother was too busy, so I pestered Elder Sister every day to make her tell me a story. Later, Elder Sister also became busy, so there was no one to tell me a story. "
Xiao Yushuang unconsciously lowered her head, a trace of sadness flashing across her face. Lin Wanrong thought about it and understood. It must be because Lady Xiao and Lady Xiao were too busy and neglected Xiao Yushuang's feelings, causing her to unknowingly become unruly and headstrong. Thinking of this, he unconsciously felt a trace of sympathy for this little girl.
Looking at the little girl looking at him with eager eyes, Lin Wanrong didn't know what kind of story to tell her. The Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood? The Black Cat Sheriff King Kong Calabash? The Meteor Garden Crayon Shinchan? The last time Lin Wanrong told his little sister a story was more than ten years ago. At that time, the two of them were still young, so he couldn't remember what he told her.
"Lin San, what kind of story are you going to tell me?" Xiao Yushuang saw that Lin Wanrong didn't move for a long time and hurriedly asked.
"Oh, okay, I'll tell you the story of Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Yingtai." In a moment of desperation, Lin Wanrong thought of some classic dramas. He didn't care if it was appropriate or not, and just casually told her a story.
The little girl curled up her knees and clasped her hands on her knees. She placed her head on her hands and tilted her head to look at him attentively, listening to him tell this story that would be passed down through the ages.
Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Yingtai was probably the earliest romance drama in China, and the effect was unparalleled. When the little girl heard that Ma Wencai forced Zhu Yingtai to her death and that Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Yingtai became a couple, her face was already covered in tears. She hatefully said, "This Ma Wencai is really a bad guy. Liang Shan Bo is also a fool, how could he not see that Zhu Yingtai is a girl? "
Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "It's precisely because he couldn't see that this story could be passed down through the ages. If he could see it, then it would have become a happy ending and wouldn't have been so widely spread. "
Miss Xiao wiped her tears and glared at him, saying, "You blockhead, how can you still laugh? I'm about to be angered to death by that Ma fellow. "
Xiao Yushuang was indeed a kind girl. She was too engrossed in the story, so much so that she was deeply dissatisfied with Lin Wanrong's mischievous smile.
"They were clearly two people who loved each other, so why couldn't they be together?" Miss Xiao softly asked with tears in her eyes.
"The affairs of the world are impermanent and unpredictable. You're still too young right now. When you grow up, you'll slowly understand." Lin Wanrong knew that this little girl didn't have much experience, so he hurriedly enlightened her. At this time, when he was talking to Xiao Yushuang, it was as if he was talking to his own little sister, natural and intimate.
The little girl snorted and puffed out her chest, saying, "Who said I'm young? After the new year, I'll be seventeen. My mother said that when she was my age, she had already married my father. "
Speaking of marriage, the little girl's face couldn't help but turn red. Lin Wanrong chuckled twice and didn't say anything.
"Lin San, the stories you tell are very nice. From now on, tell me stories every day, okay?" Miss Xiao looked at Lin Wanrong and asked with her beautiful and innocent big eyes.
"No way." Lin Wanrong was shocked and hurriedly jumped up. It was fine for him to tell a story, but if he told stories every day, wouldn't he become a fairy tale king?
"Why not?" Xiao Yushuang's face showed a look of grievance. She pouted and said, "I've already been beaten up by you. Can't I just listen to a few stories from you?"
After this little girl's unruly temper was gone, she was very lovable. Lin Wanrong felt a little apologetic because he had beaten her little butt, so he said, "I'm a servant of the Xiao Family. How can I tell you stories every day? If word gets out, people will gossip."
"Now you remember that you're a servant of my family? How could you forget when you were beating me there? "The little girl pouted and rebuked him.
If the little girl spoke ill of him, it would be fine. However, Lin Wanrong had chatted with her for a while, and the two of them gradually became familiar with each other. Naturally, he wouldn't care about her rebuke. He could only smile bitterly and said, "Then let's put it this way. I can only tell you one story a day at most, and when I'm busy, you can't disturb me."
As long as he pretended that he was busy, this little girl wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Lin Wanrong laughed a few times.
The little girl wasn't as sinister as him. She hurriedly nodded and said, "Don't worry, I understand. When you're busy, I won't disturb you."
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