The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Yingying sighed and said with a complicated expression: "Matchmaker, whenever I see a stranger, I usually get a little angry; whenever I see a guest, I get a little annoyed. But since I met that person, I have become uneasy. . I don’t know why this is happening, and I don’t understand where this emotion comes from.”

The matchmaker gently patted Yingying's hand and comforted her: "Sister, sometimes the emotions in your heart are hard to explain. Maybe it's fate. That person can resonate with you and make you feel close to her. Maybe it's the right person. It’s what you hope for in your heart.”

Yingying nodded and continued: "Thinking of his poem last night, the response was very refreshing according to the previous rhythm. His poetry flows like spring water, making me feel endless beauty and warmth."

She said, her eyes full of longing and love for that person. She didn't know why she was so moved, but she knew that the feeling that person brought to her was unique.

The matchmaker smiled gently and said, "Sister, maybe you have found resonance in his poems, and that spiritual connection makes you feel that he is different. Don't think too much, just follow your own heart. Feel the emotion.”

Yingying nodded, but felt a little uneasy. She doesn't know if she should be brave enough to express her emotions, worried about being misunderstood or rejected.

The matchmaker noticed her hesitation and said softly: "Sister, relationships require courage. If you really like him, you might as well try to express it. Life is short, cherish the moment, maybe happiness is waiting for you ahead."

Yingying stared at the scenery in the courtyard silently, with ups and downs in her heart. She knew what the matchmaker said was right, but the hesitation in her heart made it difficult for her to make up her mind.

In this spring dusk, Yingying's mood is as unstable as the fallen flowers in the courtyard. She longs for happiness, but is afraid of facing unknown results.

She knew she couldn't keep running away, she needed to face her emotions and take the next step bravely. Perhaps true happiness is not far away, as long as you dare to pursue it and express your feelings bravely.

The matchmaker heard Yingying express her longing for her today, and she couldn't help but feel distraught. The young lady admires the scholar, but I admire the scholar's servant. Unfortunately, slaves have their own destiny. If the young lady is destined, she may become a good couple with this scholar, but what about me? Naturally, I will follow the young lady as the scholar's concubine. In this way, I can also get rid of my slave status. I followed Zongdan's brother, he was very nice, but he was just a slave.

When I was thinking wildly, I suddenly saw Yingying's expression and asked with concern: "Sister, what are you thinking about now?"

Yingying raised her head, smiled and said to the matchmaker: "Matchmaker, I am recalling the verses that the scholar recited last night. His new poems chanting the moon are simply more exciting than the palindrome of the brocade."

After hearing what Yingying said, the matchmaker deliberately pretended to be curious and asked, "Really? Are the poems he recited really so moving?"

Yingying nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes! His voice is melodious and catchy, and every word is truly moving. I seem to be brought into the world of poetry, and I am immersed in it."

The matchmaker felt Yingying's excitement and smiled gently and said, "Listen to what you said, that scholar's poetic talent is indeed extraordinary."

Yingying nodded in agreement: "Yes, his poems are full of affection and beauty, which makes my heart move."

She continued: "Especially his new poems about the moon. Those words describing the bright moon are simply more wonderful than the palindrome of the tapestry. He expressed his praise of the moon in poetry, which made me feel a beauty that transcends words."

The matchmaker listened with rapt attention. She knew that Yingying had developed a keen interest in the scholar's poems. "Sister, you are really attracted by his poems."

Yingying nodded, with a hint of shyness on her face. "Perhaps, I can't help but wonder who is willing to go through the trouble to pass on this wonderful poetry to my eastern neighbors and express my deep concern."

The matchmaker heard the longing and nostalgia in Yingying's heart. She patted Yingying's hand gently and said warmly: "Sister, maybe you can convey this feeling to the scholar and let him know how much you like him. and gratitude.”

Yingying raised her head, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes. "But I don't know if he feels the same way about me, and I worry that my feelings will be misunderstood or rejected."

The matchmaker comforted: "Emotions require courage to face. If you really like him, you might as well try to express your feelings. Maybe he is also waiting for your response."

Yingying fell into thinking. She understood that the matchmaker's words were right, but the entanglement in her heart still made her hesitant. "I'll think about it," she said softly.

The matchmaker smiled slightly and thought: "Although I am not as talented as the young lady, I have accompanied the young lady to study since I was a child, and I am still proficient in arts and science. The poems written by Zhang Sheng are indeed considered excellent works. Alas, it's just that I wonder if my Zongdan brother will also have to recite poems and write poems? When will he be able to compose a poem for me? Then, I can be like Yingying, holding that poem in my heart."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Yingying. Seeing her frown, the matchmaker asked softly: "Sister, what's the matter? You look a little worried."

Yingying raised her head and smiled slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile: "Matchmaker, I just remembered a person, a brilliant and talented man. His face is delicate, his figure is handsome, his personality is gentle and witty, and he is very charming. I can't help but praise his talent. Every time I recall the verses he recited, they leave a deep impression on my heart."

Speaking of this, Yingying's eyes seemed to drift away, as if she had returned to the past. She continued: "He is knowledgeable, talented and has great literary talent. He is truly a well-deserved 'One Day Star Dou Huan Article'. Unfortunately, he has been working silently over the years, but he has not received the recognition he deserves. Just like the saying 'Under the Window of Ten Years' No one asked', and no one cared about his talent."

Listening to Yingying's words, the matchmaker couldn't help but feel sorry for this talented man. She knew that Yingying was a delicate girl who was particularly sensitive to outstanding talents. She gently comforted him: "Sister, maybe his talent has not yet been recognized by the world, but I believe that he will not be discouraged. Such a talent will eventually shine brightly."

After hearing what the matchmaker said, Yingying smiled slightly, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Matchmaker, you are right. He will definitely shine brightly, and I believe his future will be even more brilliant."

The matchmaker nodded in agreement and asked with concern: "Sister, you care and miss him deeply. Do you have a chance to express it? Maybe there will be more beautiful stories between you."

Yingying was stunned for a moment, with complex emotions surging in her heart. She knew the matchmaker's good intentions, but she was a little hesitant and hesitant about her feelings. "Matchmaker, maybe some feelings are not so easy to express. I think he may not know how I feel about him."

The matchmaker smiled gently and comforted: "Sister, expressing emotions requires courage and patience. Maybe you can try to interact with him, get to know him better, and let him know your thoughts. Who knows, maybe he is right Do you feel the same way?"

After saying that, I couldn't help but feel something in my heart. In fact, isn't it the same for me? Hey, it's just that I am not as wholehearted as Yingying, but I am hesitant and wavering towards Zongdan's brother. In comparison, I feel a little ashamed of myself.

The two masters and servants had their own thoughts, but suddenly they heard Mrs. Cui Xiangguo calling anxiously outside the door: "Yingying! Yingying! My daughter! What should I do?"