The bright red sun of a new day rose from the horizon.
The sunlight shone on the little girl's cheeks.
When Daiyu woke up from the bed, she blocked the dazzling sunlight and instinctively called out, "Zi Juan."
No one answered.
Zi Juan stayed in the Jia family. Xue Yan, who was too young, was also left there.
From today onwards, she had to learn to wear her own clothes, wash her own face, make her own bed, comb her own hair, and do everything she could do.
Hearing the noise, Lin Ruoshan had already prepared the water to wash her face and a rough towel to put in the room.
Daiyu stiffened at first. She was not used to the place she lived in. It was a small courtyard with two entrances. It was so small that only she and her uncle lived in it.
After a while, Lin Ruoshan came in to take away the basin. He found the bedding in a mess. Daiyu's hair was disheveled, and she was sobbing.
He hesitated for a while, but still squatted down and gently asked, "Not used to it?"
Daiyu looked at the face that was 70% similar to her father's.
After a long while, she slowly nodded.
Lin Ruoshan smiled bitterly. Daiyu had been a noble young miss since she was young. Even in the Jia family, they had never mistreated her.
That day when Daiyu bid farewell to the capital and left the Jia family with him, her face clearly showed the fear of an unknown life. But she still held on, not willing to let others see it.
What a good child.
He had never raised a child before. She was a girl like snow, like a flower. After thinking for a long time, he scratched his head and suddenly said, "Let's go to the streets."
Daiyu looked up at him in surprise.
In the end, they asked the aunt next door to tie her hair up.
Then they went to the streets.
There was nothing to see on the streets. The ground was paved with stone, and there were vegetable leaves and mud in between. Along the streets, there was a clamor of shouting.
Daiyu wore a veiled hat and followed closely behind Lin Ruoshan.
Lin Ruoshan half-pulled her to prevent others from bumping into his niece.
She was a little uncomfortable. Ever since she was young, she was taught not to be so close to male elders.
But soon, her attention was drawn away.
"What is this?" She pointed at the sparkling and translucent little Sun Wukong.
"This is a sugar figurine."
"What is this?"
"This is tanghulu."
"What is this?"
"This is a pawnshop."
"What is this?"
"This is the Wailing Shop. It's for people to weep at their funerals. "
"What is this?"
"This is a bookstore."
Daiyu soon had a sugar figurine in her left hand and a stick of sugar-coated haws in her right hand. She also had a clay doll in her purse. Around her neck was a grass butterfly made of inferior material but exquisitely made.
"Uncle …" She blushed. "Don't buy it."
Lin Ruoshan pinched the rabbit that Daiyu had glanced at before and was about to buy it.
"Don't you like it?"
Daiyu whispered, "They're all looking at me … I'm not a child anymore."
Lin Ruoshan laughed heartily. The sun shone on his body and warmed him up.
He smiled and touched Daiyu's head. "Okay, okay. Daiyu is not a child anymore. You're a big child now. Do you still want this rabbit? "
The children on the street who were being carried, pulled, and carried by their parents were either eleven or twelve years old. Some of them were still childish. They all looked enviously at the exquisite rabbit in Lin Ruoshan's hands.
Their envious gazes were even warmer than the sun.
Daiyu hesitated for a moment and said in an even lower voice, "Yes."
She thought in her heart, Lin Daiyu, you're really childish. What's there to be proud of when children are envious of you?
But she couldn't help … feeling a little proud.
"Hey, why are you crying again?" Lin Ruoshan was a little embarrassed.
Daiyu wiped her tears and said, "I'm tired."
"Then let's go to the bookstore in front and rest for a while. You've loved reading since you were young. Let's go there and pick some books. "
Daiyu had never been to the bookstore before. When she arrived, she saw a few people wearing long gowns. They were putting on airs and talking to the owner of the bookstore while picking books.
When they saw the uncle and nephew come in, one of them saw Daiyu. He frowned at first, then turned his head away.
Lin Ruoshan let Daiyu pick the books.
Daiyu looked at a few serious books first. They were all books she had read since she was young. They weren't interesting.
Seeing her like this, Lin Ruoshan pulled her to the side and said, "Since those things are not interesting, why don't you take them to the hospital? "Why don't you take a look at these?"
Daiyu looked at the titles of the books. They were all about strange legends. There were also a few books like "The Peony Pavilion", "Investiture of the Gods", "The Biography of True Jade", and so on. Among them, she also saw a "Golden Tortoise Dream" and a "Golden Tortoise Dream Continued".
She frowned. Half of it was because she was guilty, and the other half was because she was reserved. She immediately turned around and said angrily, "I don't want to read these."
Lin Ruoshan heard her and laughed. He called the shop owner, "Get these books, here, here, pack one of each."
Daiyu heard him and said, "I don't want to read them. Why should I spend so much money?"
She didn't realize that her tone had become much more casual.
Lin Ruoshan smiled and said, "Daiyu doesn't want to read them. Uncle will."
When the shop owner replied, those who were wearing long gowns and looked like scholars started to argue loudly, "How did Miss Yin die? She and Mister Li were in love, and they were well-matched. They were a good couple. They even gave birth to two young masters. There's nothing to be picky about! "
Another said, "That Miss Yin is too proud and arrogant. You think she's perfect. I don't think they are a good couple. "
Another person said, "Alright, let's not talk about this' Golden Tortoise Dream 'anymore. Don't put your faces on each other because of a fake person."
The last one snorted and said, "It's just a plaything. It's just a novel. How can it be compared to Dao? I don't know who wrote that 'Golden Tortoise Dream'. Let's not talk about the parts that are distorted. Even if the author is experienced, it's just a low-class novel. In a book, the author should be a literate person, but he wrote this kind of novel that humiliates the educated. Ridiculous. "
Daiyu didn't want to bother with this stinky man, but when she heard this, she suddenly laughed coldly and said, "This' Mister Dao ', I have a question. If Mister doesn't read such 'low-class' novels, how would you know the parts of this book that are distorted? Could it be that Mister can predict the future? "
When that person heard this, his face turned black. Under the mocking gazes of others, he snorted, "What would a woman who shows her face in public know!"
Before Daiyu could speak, Lin Ruoshan blocked in front of her and mocked, "What would a rotten scholar who shows her face in public know!"
Lin Ruoshan's words were interesting and vicious. After that, the few scholars were choked by him until they couldn't say anything. They could only watch them leave. "You, you …" for a long time.
Daiyu laughed until she covered her face.
When they returned to their residence, the sun was already setting.
Daiyu's body was originally weak. She was tired. She was still holding the half-melted sugar figurine in her hand and couldn't walk anymore.
Lin Ruoshan carried her on his back.
"Uncle, I can walk by myself."
"Okay, okay, you can walk, you can walk." He lifted Daiyu up a little.
The sun was setting, and the shadows were long. The two shadows, one tall and one short, combined into one.
Daiyu was lying on her uncle's back. She suddenly remembered that when she was very young, her father also carried her like this.
Lin Ruoshan felt that his shoulder was slowly becoming wet.
He didn't know how long she cried, but the child on his back fell asleep.
When they arrived at their residence, the sun was about to set, and the stars quietly appeared.
Daiyu found that the sugar figurine in her hand was actually stuck to Lin Ruoshan's back.
Her uncle was so silly that he didn't notice at all.
Haha. Haha.
She cried again. Then, like the stars in the sky, she quietly revealed a tearful smile.
That night, Daiyu fell asleep. She had a dream.
There was no golden jade grain that was difficult to swallow, no poem that was full of sorrow.
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