"Sister Lin, sister!" Baoyu knocked on the door for a while before he heard Daiyu's sleepy voice, "… Why are you disturbing me?"
Baoyu laughed, "The garden is full of beautiful flowers. Instead of enjoying such beautiful scenery, you close your eyes and fall asleep. My good sister, it's easy to get indigestion if you sleep too much after a meal. Get up, let's go enjoy the flowers to relieve our boredom. "
After a while, he heard Sister Lin's reply, "Enjoy the flowers? Last night, the wind and rain made all the flowers fall. When I saw them, there were only sad ones. "
He then said, "Come in."
Daiyu seemed to get up and gently opened the door with a rustling sound.
"Where's Zi Juan?"
"I sent her to get something for me." Daiyu let him in. She was still lying lazily on the couch with a handkerchief covering her face.
Baoyu also sat on her couch and said, "You're always so lazy, sleeping after eating, then feeling uncomfortable after indigestion. Get up and talk, don't get sick from sleeping. "
As he said that, he pushed her.
Daiyu closed her eyes and ignored him.
Baoyu took off her handkerchief and pushed her again.
Daiyu closed her eyes and said, "Go find someone else to play with before you come back. Let me rest."
Baoyu laughed, "I'm tired of seeing other people."
Daiyu heard and lazily opened her eyes, "You're tired of seeing other people, but after reading 'Romance of the Western Chamber' so many times, you're not tired of it."
Dai Yu asked again, "Let me ask you, what you said earlier about 'beautiful flowers blooming everywhere' and 'beautiful scenery on a fine day', were those words from the script?"
"Can't it be my usual elegant and romantic words?"
Daiyu sneered at him, "How can a 'silver spear head' write such a good article?"
Baoyu tickled her, "You're always making up stories about me, then what are you calling this?"
Seeing that Daiyu couldn't hold back her laughter, he said, "This is an essay from the Peony Pavilion. Good Younger Sister, you don't know, I originally thought that 'The Romance of the Western Chamber' was a romantic tale, but unexpectedly the Peony Pavilion was even less vulgar, full of lingering fragrance, a notch better. "
Daiyu said, "It really is from the Peony Pavilion. That day I happened to hear someone singing in the Pear Fragrance Courtyard. I stopped to listen for a while, and then I heard, 'So beautiful purple and brilliant red blooming everywhere, like this all turned into broken wells and ruined walls', and 'A fine day and beautiful scenery can't resist the Heaven, whose courtyard is this pleasure?' I stood under the flower, suddenly I did not know where the Heaven was, and my heart was filled with bitterness. It's a pity that the world only knows how to watch a play, unable to understand the feeling. "
Baoyu was taken aback. Suddenly, he heard her sigh, "… You're right. The Romance of the Western Chamber is not as good as the Peony Pavilion."
"Who's not lying?"
Daiyu suddenly stopped talking. After half a day, she sighed and did not continue.
Baoyu saw that Daiyu was suddenly very emotional and knew that she probably did not want to talk about it, so he changed the subject and asked, "Why do you say it's not as good as the Peony Pavilion?"
They began to talk about 'The Romance of the Western Chamber'. Daiyu suddenly became very talkative. She seemed to have forgotten that half of her previous sigh. Unexpectedly, she imitated Xiangyun and began to talk loudly and loudly.
"Is' The Romance of the Western Chamber 'any good? Compared to those bullsh * t stories like 'a young general wearing a white horse and a silver helmet is full of heroic spirit, even if he has a wife, on the battlefield, beautiful female generals and enemy princesses all insist on marrying him', 'The Romance of the Western Chamber' is a new book. Naturally it's a good story. But compared to the Peony Pavilion, 'The Romance of the Western Chamber' loses by a notch. The loneliness of a girl's boudoir, 'The Romance of the Western Chamber', is three times less than the Peony Pavilion. The purity of the love between life and death, 'The Romance of the Western Chamber' also loses by four points to the Peony Pavilion. It's just that when we talk about it, the love between the two is exquisite and the passion between the two is not inferior to that of the Peony Pavilion. "
Baoyu clapped his hands and scratched his feet in agreement. He laughed and said, "Good Lin Meimei, tell me! Where did you hear those vulgar stories about 'white horse and silver helmet' and 'female generals and princesses'? Where did the passion between the two come from? "
Daiyu realized that she had misspoken. Her face turned red and she did not want to say anything more.
Baoyu hurriedly begged her, but she did not say anything more. She also seemed to be angry. She just sent him away and said, "If you tell even the slightest bit of what I said to an outsider, I won't talk to you again!"
She pushed him out and closed the door.
Baoyu pondered the word 'outsider' for half a day. Suddenly he was stunned for a moment. Unable to contain his joy, he said in a daze, "This is our private conversation, how could I let an unrelated person know …"
"Second Master, what unrelated person?" It was Xue Yan and Zi Juan who came together. They saw Baoyu standing in front of Lin Daiyu's door. The door was tightly shut and he was muttering to himself. They hurriedly called out to him.
Baoyu came back to his senses, but did not answer. He asked, "What did Miss Lin ask you to do? Why didn't you leave one in the room? Just now your Miss Lin fell asleep after eating, but no one advised her to digest the food. "
Zi Juan said, "There, it's not this! I really couldn't carry it by myself, so I called Xue Yan to help. "
The two of them were carrying a wooden box.
"What is this?" Baoyu curiously looked at it and was about to reach out to open it. Lin Daiyu heard him and opened the door. Seeing that he was about to touch the box, she suddenly opened the door and shouted, "Don't touch it!"
Baoyu hurriedly retracted his hand. His joyous mood was reduced by 60% by this shout.
Daiyu did not look at him and called for Zi Juan, "Put the box next to my bed."
After Zi Juan and Xue Yan carried the box in, she slammed the door shut.
Baoyu could not help but feel sad. He thought, "Ever since my sister returned to the residence last year, her temper has become more and more strange. Sometimes she is good and sometimes she is bad. She is used to studying alone and ignoring me. Sometimes she seems to have distanced herself from me. I, I … "
He thought for a long time and felt sad. When Zi Juan and Xue Yan came out, he told them to pay attention to Daiyu and not sleep after eating. Only then did he dejectedly leave.
However, Zi Juan saw him leave and thought that they were quarreling again. She went back to Daiyu and advised, "Miss, if you are angry with Second Master in your heart, it's okay to say it out loud. If you hold it in, sometimes you are good and sometimes you are bad. It is not good for anyone. "
Daiyu sat on the bed and was in a daze. After a while, she said, "Do you think I am angry with him? I am angry with myself. "
Zi Juan was stunned and wanted to say something, but Daiyu said, "Good sister, you go and rest. I will be alone for a while. "Zi Juan could only leave and went to rest with Xue Yan.
After they left. Daiyu opened the box and picked up a notebook. She had a complicated expression. She first threw it on the ground and then picked it up again. She threw it away and picked it up again. After two or three times, she finally gave up and opened it.
She read, "My life is unworthy. I do not regret giving up my scholarly position."
She criticized, "It does not make sense at all." Then she sighed.
These were the notes left behind by her uncle, Lin Ruoshan. There were seven or eight books in total. They were thick and recorded what he had seen and heard in his life. Only a few of them were written in classical Chinese. Most of them were written in vernacular like storybooks.
Lin Ruoshan was worthy of being a young Grand Scholar. His literary talent was outstanding. When he wrote about his life, it was better than many storybooks and moved people to tears. When he commented on books, it was sharp like a needle.
But these notes did not seem to have been written by her uncle alone.
There were many different handwriting and fonts. From time to time, there were a few sentences that were very different from her uncle's. There were also comments in the pages.
There were about a dozen people's handwriting scattered here and there. It was just that her uncle's handwriting was the main one.
Besides, there were many comments and books that Daiyu had never heard of before.
But …
Daiyu looked at the cover and saw her uncle write: "Only by not marrying can you live a few more years! Those who carry on the family line are beasts! "
These words included the vast majority of people throughout the ages.
She glanced at the line and felt angry, amused, and frightened at the same time. No wonder father said that her uncle was a first-class prodigal son. Bastard.
On the cover of each of her uncle's books, there was a line of comments from her uncle. After reading this rebellious and unfilial comment, Daiyu knew that this book was most likely a record of marriage or comments on books related to marriage.
A girl from a big family like her should not read these.
Daiyu thought.
Some time ago, she read the Peony Pavilion in her Uncle's notebook, read those vulgar stories in her Uncle's notebook, and then she read the Western novel called 'Romeo and Juliet' with a flushed face. She was delusional, and even talked about these stories in front of Baoyu; it was already bad enough.
If she read anything else, would it be good?
But she could not control her hands.
Finally, she thought: Uncle is no longer here. If I don't read it, who will know what is written in these notes? The words were dusty and no one read them. It was the most tragic.
She flipped to the first page and saw that it was written: "How many Du Liniang through the ages? Poor world's few dream plums."
When her uncle wrote poems, he never paid attention to the rhythm and was unrestrained. He only cared about expressing his own feelings.
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