The transition of every season,
Always relied on the continuous rain.
Spring rain after spring rain,
Like smoke,
Enveloped the entire capital for a long time.
She opened the window,
The cool and sweet rain slightly dampened her manuscript.
Lin Daiyu prepared two manuscripts, one to write a script,
The other to write a novel.
Luster was the same as the Central Plains. Drama was the entertainment of the palace and the people, old and young,
Therefore, it was widely spread.
But in terms of far-reaching influence, there was no novel.
Limited by the genre of drama,
Limited by the form,
Limited by the content of expression,
It went deep into the darkness,
Unrestrained, the ability to show the entire world was far inferior to novels.
Novels, on the other hand, could be shown one by one from the top to the bottom.
Whether it was the script or the novel, she had already decided,
The protagonist,
Was poor Mabel.
When the little girl was alive,
She was humiliated and damaged. After she died,
She still had to bear the infamy.
When Mabel was alive, they had only met a few times and could not help this child in anything.
Until now, only this pen could seek "justice" for her in the illusory world.
When she raised the pen, a burst of cold rain blew into the window again.
At a glance, the world outside the window was shrouded in the misty rain, misty.
Faintly, there seemed to be singing again.
She remembered that the last time she raised the pen in anger, it was in the land of cloud osmanthus.
After so many years, she still remembered Sanjie's face. She remembered that under the willow tree, on the Li River, it was misty, like today's misty rain. She and her best friend were forever separated by heaven and earth.
At that time, she also had nothing. She dragged her sick body, only a simple pen, and only a resentful heart:
In the dark clouds in the sky, it was full of the cold wind of the dynasty. In the human world on the ground, there were man-eating demons everywhere.
That was called, the pen was like a knife, the heart was like iron, piercing through the dark clouds and turning into lightning.
Thinking of Sanjie, thinking of her "Immortal Song", she shook her body and suddenly became clear-headed.
All of a sudden, she truly understood the difference between the Divine Sect and the Confucian Sect.
The Confucian Sect relied on the entire imperial court.
For example, Lord Zhao and Lord Gui. Whether it was Lord Zhao, Lord Yang, or any other lord, whether it was an honest official or a corrupt official, as long as they were still under the imperial court's rules, no matter what kind of talented person they replaced, even if it was Lord Dog, they would still have to collect taxes in the end and transform into Lord Zhao and serve Lord Dog.
If the old system was not overthrown, even if the dynasty was changed, the human world would still be the same.
As for the Divine Sect, the Divine Sect relied on clear rules and precepts. It relied on powerful force to enforce rigid dogma, thus forming a rigid framework in the entire society and completely imprisoning people's thoughts of traveling day and night.
If the thoughts of the entire society were completely confined, how could they be afraid that these invisible prisoners would not kowtow to the Divine Sect and offer land and incense money so that they could go to heaven?
No wonder she kept thinking of the Freedom Song when she heard what Uncle Bard and the others said a week ago.
What was on the other side of the imprisonment?
It was freedom.
The freedom that Qingqing said, "Do whatever you want, go wherever you want", was just right for the situation in Taisi Land.
The song in the rain soaked through the rain, it was the same song as when Mabel was hanged in front of the church.
This child's life, from fragments, gradually formed under her pen.
The girl's name was not Mabel, but Mashu.
Mashu was born in a small noble family, and was the youngest girl in the family.
Her family had long been in decline, and in order to pay for some unnecessary expenses, they even had to borrow money from everywhere.
Because they could not afford the dowry of the few daughters in the family, and because they gradually could not pay the incense money, they could not pay the taxes, and could not pay the taxes.
So, as a loyal believer in the Divine Sect, the family sent their youngest daughter to the monastery as a nun who served God for life in exchange for reducing the family's burden.
But Mashu was a free bird. She used to spend the whole day weaving a colorful garland for herself. She loved the colorful world and loved the beautiful life. She didn't want to be sent to a poor monastery.
What's more, her family couldn't afford the money. She was sent there for free, and she had to serve God for life. What was waiting for her was only a lifetime of poverty and labor.
But she didn't have any choice.
According to tradition and according to the law of the Divine Sect's precepts, underage children were sent to the monastery without their own consent.
She was tied up and sent to a nunnery.
Life in the nunnery was as Mashu expected.
Inside the walls, there were only damp stone corridors, dim lamps, narrow and fenced prayer rooms, uniform black robes, long silence, muddy bells, and the melancholy and numb faces of her "sisters."
Praying, working, studying the scriptures.
At dawn, before the roosters crowed, they had to get up and work.
It wasn't until the sun had set and he dragged his exhausted body back that he had a little bit of clear soup and fruits in his stomach.
The only exception was when they knelt in front of the statue of God, the girls could secretly look at the colored paint on the statue that was different from their black robes.
Life was full of endless punishments.
Once, a nun took off her black robe because of her beauty and was dragged away by the older "sister" who was in charge of them.
In the end, the nun was dragged back naked with bloodstains all over her body.
Mashu became more and more afraid and could not bear such a life. She loved the sweet air, missed the dinner at home, missed her parents and brothers and sisters, missed the sunny threshing floor on the road, missed the sheep returning at dusk, missed the mist rising on the grass in front of the villa in the country in the early morning. Winding paths led to secluded places, young boys and girls talking about love.
She ran away again and again.
She was caught again and again, punished by kneeling, fasting, whipping … The punishment was getting worse and worse.
The more it was like this, the more she wanted to escape.
Mashu's stubbornness gradually became famous throughout the nunnery.
In the damp and dark stone corridors, the nuns began to whisper about her.
Some even began to admire her.
With a little affection, they called her "Mashu the little freckled". She wasn't stingy with her last syllable. She lengthened the freckles and pronounced them as "cute."
Her liveliness, stubbornness, and youth attracted the attention of the nunnery.
One night, when she was thirteen years old, she was called to the nunnery's room.
Mashu came back in a daze. She clenched her teeth and locked herself in. But, in private, everyone knew what happened to her.
After all, this was not a rare thing among the nuns in the nunnery.
People no longer talked about her and no longer called her "Mashu the little freckled".
Because after she was taken to the nunnery's room several times, her belly gradually swelled.
People knew that she was going to die.
Every pregnant nun was dealt with in this way. The baby was taken out, and the nun was locked in the basement or stoned to death.
Mashu knelt in the prayer room for a day and a night. She already knew her fate from the scripture.
She planned her last escape.
"The cold wind blew, and the cold rain fell. A pregnant nun had a hard time disappearing beyond the walls. "
Lin Daiyu stopped writing and watched the first half of the story come to an end.
Mashu's last escape, under more careful planning, and with so many past experiences, she finally succeeded. She disappeared outside the walls and went to the outside world that she yearned for.
Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Miss, a gentleman is here to visit you."
What kind of gentleman could be let in by Hathaway? Lin Daiyu was stunned.
She was surprised to see that it was Ernest, whom she had seen at the revolutionaries' place before.
Ernest used to be a very bright and lively young man. He always looked like a gentleman. But today, when he came to see her, he seemed a bit haggard. Even his hat was crooked.
"I'm sorry, I just came back from Abat. It's not very polite. Crémont is the queen's cousin. I asked him to help me find your address. "
He whispered: "I'm looking for you because of a personal matter."
*
Mashu finally escaped from the nightmare of her life.
She ran all the way, hungry and thirsty. She repeatedly begged the people on the road for help, but they all looked at her with cold and fearful eyes.
She was rejected again and again.
In desperation, she came to a famous local charity house and wanted to donate some food to the woman who was known for her gentleness and kindness.
But the eyes of the servants and the hostess were cold, fearful, and disgusted.
They looked at her nun's dress and belly and closed the door.
When she was desperate in the wilderness, a young man appeared. He took the initiative to help her and sent her back to the home she had been longing for.
Back home, her mother and sister looked at her big belly and bruises. They hugged her and cried.
Her father and brother brought her delicious food and drink and asked her to have a good rest.
Inadvertently, she spilled the soup. The dog that licked the soup twitched and finally stopped moving.
In a panic, she buried the dog and made an excuse that she accidentally spilled the soup.
Then, her mother and sister brought her bread again.
She scattered it to the bird.
The bird foamed at the mouth and died.
She heard her mother and sister praying:
She blasphemed against God.
She violated the commandment.
The child is guilty. Please forgive her, forgive her. She is willing to atone for her sins with her life.
She saw the way her father and brother looked at her.
Coldly. Fearfully. Disgusted.
Exactly the same.
Exactly the same as what?
She finally remembered. It was the same way her sisters in the convent, the priests, and the Abbot looked at her.
She trembled and ran away from the family.
However, she found that she had nowhere to go.
Everyone looked at her the same way the priests looked at her.
"It was dark, there were no stars, no moon. It was raining.
It was as if the world was a damp and dark monastery that never saw the light of day. "
Seeing this, Ernest let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he turned his face to the side and covered it with his hand.
Daiyu saw that a part of his sleeve had been ripped open.
"I will help you publish the novel." He said in a muffled voice under his sleeve.
She heard his choked voice.
He took the initiative to use the relationship between Crémont and the Empress to find this place, hoping to take a look at her manuscript. He said that his family had the means to publish the novel.
Daiyu knew that, but he just wanted to see the Mashu she wrote.
"Mabel" escaped from the monastery of God, but did not escape from the monastery of Society. She was afraid that there was a knot in the young man's heart that could not be untied.
And her novel magnified this sorrow even more.
"You will succeed." As he spoke, he pressed down his hat, took up the manuscript, and read the line under the heading: "The Social Monastery." He was about to turn around.
Lin Daiyu looked at his back and called him: "Wait a minute."
She handed over the last page: "You missed a page."
*
Mabel's funeral was dishonorable. There were no blessings, no dignity, no family to send her off.
A lonely grave was left alone in the cemetery.
Only a name was coldly engraved on the tombstone.
The old man who was guarding the cemetery was smoking and muttering: "Everyone is buried here. God, the underground world is dirty."
He shooed his sobbing mother away. "Hey, if you want to go, then go quickly. Don't bring the white flowers. Unclean people are not allowed to be sacrificed with flowers of holy color. "
Holding a bunch of withered yellow flowers in her hands, she walked to the grave of her rebellious child. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and exclaimed, "Hey, look!"
The old man impatiently shouted: "What are you shouting for!"
But he also opened his eyes wide.
In front of the tomb of the most infamous nun, there was a large bouquet of fresh white flowers, still wet with dew.
"Who put this?" The old man and the mother were puzzled. They looked around, but there were only crows and thorns. In the distance, a faint black silhouette walked away. It seemed to be a young man wearing a top hat.
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