In the dim light of the wind and rain, the candlelight shone through the window.
As the night deepened, Daiyu grew tired of reading. Listening to the sound of the rain outside, she took a nap and slowly fell asleep.
When Zi Juan came in, she suddenly heard Daiyu shouting. She jumped in fright and rushed forward to take a look. She saw Daiyu with her eyes closed, her face full of tears, her mouth carelessly calling out "Father, Mother, Uncle". She knew that Daiyu was having an old dream of Gusu.
Ever since she stayed with the Jia family for a long time, this was a common situation.
She was about to wake Daiyu up when she saw Daiyu wake up on her own. She opened her eyes and slowly sat up. There were still traces of tears on her face, her expression was blank and sorrowful. After a while, she asked Zi Juan, "Do you think they will be happy for a day?"
Zi Juan did not know who "they" were and could not answer.
Daiyu was still unhappy, "How many days will I be happy for?" She then said, "Zi Juan, bring me a pen and paper."
After a while, Xi Ren sent a servant to ask, saying that Baoyu saw that the light was still on and asked if Sister Lin was asleep.
Zi Juan looked at Daiyu who was still writing and quickly advised her to stop. Daiyu did not answer and did not stop writing. It was as if she was possessed. As she wrote, if she was not crying, then she was in a daze. She picked up a few western books and notes, quickly skimmed through them and picked up the pen again.
Zi Juan had no choice but to ask the servant to wait for a while.
After a while, probably because there were too many people, the noise alarmed the old lady. Yuan Yang also sent someone to ask.
Zi Juan could only urge her again.
When Daiyu heard the old lady's question, she picked up the pen, kept the paper and ink, and went to rest.
After that, the situation lasted for about half a month. Daiyu even refused to write poems. She did not eat or drink and only focused on writing. She would write secretly and did not even tell Baoyu. Xueyan teased Daiyu by saying, "Miss is writing an eight-part essay", which made Daiyu angry for a long time.
Because she did not listen to advice and often stayed up late, she coughed a few times. The old lady suspected that she was seriously ill and was so anxious that she almost called a doctor.
Although he attached great importance to it, his writing speed was slow. It's late spring and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Daiyu finally stops. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief with one hand and pushed the pen away with the other. She was in a daze and let out a long sigh. "Forget it, forget it. From now on, I can forget it!"
Zi Juan coincidentally brought in a bowl of porridge, upon hearing this, she teased: "What do you mean by 'forget it'? Miss, you don't want to be the top scorer anymore? "
Daiyu cast her a glance; with her hands behind her back, she stood up and said with a laugh, "If I become the Zhuangyuan, you will be the first to be my disciple. With such a loud voice, it's perfect for opening the way for me every day. "
When Zi Juan saw her teasing, she knew that she had "recovered". Putting down the porridge, he opened the window screen to dissipate the heat and said, "Me? So what if I'm a gong and drum player? I only hope that Miss will not learn from Er Ye Bao's stupor and make me a dull-witted gong and drum player. "
She then looked at the manuscript on the table. "Miss, what kind of great essay did you write?"
Daiyu blushed and quickly protected the manuscript. She did not want Zi Juan to see it. "Good sister, you can't see it."
Zi Juan said, "If you don't want to see it, then don't. Let someone who can see it. I'm just a servant, how can I be worthy. "
Daiyu anxiously said, "How can you say that! What worthy or not, even Baoyu, I won't let him see it. "Her eyes turned red as she said," I only see you as a sister, but you, you say that … "
Zi Juan then said seriously, "Miss, if you know that you're sad, how can I not be sad when I see you not eating or drinking? I don't care, but Miss should think about how anxious Old Mistress was that day. If Miss wants to write something, who will stop you? Just don't delay your meals and rest for the sake of writing an essay. "
Daiyu then understood what she meant. She was grateful for her efforts and agreed with tears in her eyes. She originally wanted to read the manuscript a few more times before putting it down. She took out a small book to cover the manuscript. After she finished her porridge, she followed Zi Juan out for lunch.
When she returned after lunch, the wind was strong and blew away the heat. It was very comfortable.
Daiyu checked the manuscript and was very surprised. It turned out that half of the manuscript was missing.
Daiyu was anxious. Together with Zi Juan, she asked all the servant girls in the vicinity. Only then did they hear a servant girl say that she saw a gust of wind from the direction of Miss Lin's room carrying a few pieces of paper. It blew over the wall and headed in the direction of the East Mansion. In that direction, they still had to pass by a street.
Zi Juan quickly called a few servant girls and planned to send servants to look for it.
Lin Daiyu stopped them and said, "If we make a fuss, I'm afraid we'll alarm the people in the house and disturb Old Mistress, Sister Feng, and the First Mistress. Moreover, there's no name on it, so they won't know that it was written by someone from my boudoir. "As she said this, she went back to her room unhappily and sighed while looking at the manuscript.
Fortunately, Daiyu always had a photographic memory and since it was her own work, she remembered most of it. She picked up the brush and wrote down most of the missing manuscript. However, it was not as good as the original manuscript that she wrote in one go.
After that, her life returned to normal. She read and played, relieving her boredom with Baoyu and her other sisters.
After about a month, the weather was very hot. Daiyu had always been weak and could not even put ice in her room. It was so hot that she did not even have the energy to walk or eat. She only used some things to relieve the heat and took a nap while fanning herself in her room.
Baoyu saw that Daiyu was so listless and was not happy in his heart. Today at noon, he obtained something new and interesting, so he braved the scorching sun and hurried over to relieve Dai Yu's boredom.
He looked at Daiyu, who was sitting crookedly on the couch, fanning herself with her eyes closed. Baoyu quickly took the fan and fanned her while asking, "Where's Xue Yan and Zi Juan?"
Daiyu opened her eyes with difficulty and glanced at him before closing them again. She sleepily said, "Oh, Xue Yan is so tired that she yawns while fanning herself. I sent her to sleep. Zi Juan went to decoct medicine. "
Baoyu's fanning was much cooler than her own. Daiyu said a few words and became a little more energetic. Baoyu said again, "This is good. Good sister, get up, don't sleep too much. Look at what this is. "While saying that, he took out a book from his pocket and presented it in front of Daiyu.
Daiyu's eyes were still closed, but she was still lying on the bed. Covering her mouth with her handkerchief, she yawned and said, "It's nothing more than some 'Peony Flying Swallow' or 'West Wing East Wing'."
Baoyu laughed and said, "Don't say that, at least take a look. I guarantee that after you read it, you won't want to sleep. "
It was only then that Daiyu took Baoyu's hand and took a look.
As soon as she saw it, her expression suddenly changed. Her sleepiness was swept clean. She immediately sat up, snatched the book, and hurriedly flipped through it. "Where did you get this?"
Baoyu saw that her spirit was lifted. He laughed and said, "Is it good? Today I accidentally saw someone reading it outside. After reading a few pages, I was really shocked. It's close to reality, without the least bit of vulgarity. I begged and begged someone to buy it. "
While saying that, he also reminded her, "This is not the West Wing Peony First Class, I'm not afraid of people seeing it. It's just that the story inside is too sorrowful. Although it's true, I'm afraid you can't read it too much. It won't be good if you get hurt. "
Seeing that Daiyu was still staring at the book, Baoyu laughed and said, "Speaking of which, I always feel that what's written in this book is very familiar. It's like some family's old story. There's another sentence, 'I'm not afraid of Meimei'. It's very similar to Meimei's writing style. "
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