Love in the Red Chamber

up.By the way...a bunch of radish heads were born, and they surrounded him and Daiyu to call them parents.

However, in his heart, it seemed that there was still something he hadn't let go of.what is it?

The person next to the pillow suddenly turned over, buried his head in his neck, moved his little nose, and went back to sleep on his own.Looking at Daiyu's sleeping face, Jia Baoyu couldn't help laughing. He kissed his wife's cheek, and then hugged Daiyu's arms tightly. Without the slightest sleepiness, his dark eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dark.

In the early morning of the second day, Daiyu was still asleep, but Jia Baoyu got dressed early.A stone blue belt inlaid with white jade and precious flowers is tied around the waist, a black Tang scarf is worn on the head, covering the thick hair, and a pair of Wutou boots with Ruyi flow cloud pattern are on the feet, simple and yet demeanor.

He looked at the sun outside the room, then at his sleeping wife, couldn't help but smile, and then began to self-examine.Did she toss too much last night, why does Mao'er look so tired?With the heart of being a virtuous husband, Jia Baoyu ordered the maids to take good care of Daiyu, and asked the kitchen to make some bird's nest, yam soup, etc., and left the house this time on horseback.

He has come to this White Horse Temple again, it has been a long time, and he can still clearly remember what happened in the temple that day.He came today not to revisit the old place, but for a person.

Bypassing the crowded hall, he came to a side room where some spiritual tablets were placed, and he knelt down facing one of them.After meditating for a while, he took out a seminal vesicle from his waist, stared at the little thing for a long time, and suddenly his face straightened, and he opened the sac with determination.The exquisite kit was very monotonous, without any spices, only half of the long and bright red nails, he took it out gently... He held it in the palm of his hand, treating it like a treasure.

"Qingwen..." whispered the name that made his heart hurt, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts flew far away.

Time flies, and now only the cold ashes and tablet of the slim beauty remain.He originally buried her in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but Qingwen's brother and sister-in-law didn't care about her, and there was no one else in the family, so the grave was left unattended, which was not good after all.After going through several twists and turns, he placed her ashes in the White Horse Temple. With the enlightenment of Buddhism, she thinks her soul will be at peace.

"Qingwen, I'm here, I'm here."

"..."

"Are you okay? I haven't been able to see you these years. Can you...can you blame me?"

"..."

"I don't think you will, you are so kind and love me so much..."

"..."

The voice echoed in the empty room, Jia Baoyu was only echoed by the air and the faint sound of footsteps coming from outside, his heart felt sore.

She was the person he owed the most in his past and present life. He owed her his heart, his love, and his life.It's just that things have come to this point, he can't get her back no matter what he does, her voice and smile are still clearly emerging in his mind, but her presence is gone.No one knew the pain in his heart, even Daiyu, he kept it a secret without mentioning it.Let those pasts turn into sharp knives, cut his heart with a knife, and then savor the pain to his heart's content, this is punishment, his punishment to himself.

"I'm married to Yan'er, Qingwen, look, I finally have the ability to protect the girl I love! It's just... you left too early." The voice became lower and lower, and the eyes became darker.In his previous life, he boasted that he cherished flowers, and in this life, he also carried the seeds of passion. It's not that he was unmoved by that bold and flamboyant woman, but he was ruthlessly strangled by him at the moment of emotion. He can only give it to one person, the one he loves the most.

But the more so, the more guilty he felt.He killed her, and he couldn't even repay her love. He felt that he had walked into a dead end, and the further he walked, the less he could see a way out.

"Qingwen, what should I do, what should I do with you..."

"Baoyu." The door of the room opened suddenly, and the familiar soft words of Wu Nong rang in his ears. Jia Baoyu was taken aback, and turned his head to look embarrassingly.

The visitor wore a light blue double-breasted gown with wintersweet pattern embroidered with hundreds of butterflies, paired with a jade-colored cloud bat pattern dark flower crepe embroidered lotus pattern pleated skirt, and a moon-white ermine embroidered butterfly play peony sea pattern cloak over it. Flying cloud bun, wearing a red gold filigree inlaid gemstone flower hairpin, and a pair of begonias dotted with emerald green steps, earrings inlaid with coral, and a pair of suet white jade bracelets on the slender wrists, the whole person looks fresh and refined .

As if being caught and raped by his wife in bed, Jia Baoyu's eyes flashed a look of embarrassment, his cheeks were slightly red, and he murmured: "Browner...you, why are you here?"

Daiyu glanced lightly at the memorial tablet in front of Jia Baoyu, then looked at him coldly, with complex and distant eyes, which made Jia Baoyu flustered and uneasy.

"I didn't know that there is still someone living in your heart. Qingwen...hehe..."

"Xiao'er, I..." Jia Baoyu didn't know how to explain, he had a lot to say, but he had nowhere to start. "It's not what you think……"

"That's what I think?" Daiyu said as if she was talking to herself, and ignored him. She just slowly took a piece of paper from a maid behind her, opened her lips and read softly: "The hard-won fortune of peace and peace , the moon of Ronggui Jingfang, the day of helplessness, the turbid jade in Yihong Courtyard, I would like to use the stamens of flowers, the scorpion of ice shark... Recalling the past of my daughter's life, gold and jade are not worthy of its quality, and ice and snow are its nature. It is not enough to describe its cleanliness, but if it is a god, the stars and sun are not enough to describe its essence, and if it is its appearance, the flowers and moons are not enough to describe its color... The eyebrows are dark and smoky, just like my painting yesterday; In the silk tent, the young master loves deeply; in the beginning of the letter in Huangtu Longzhong, the daughter's fate is unlucky!..."

After reading an article, Jia Baoyu was very embarrassed, and now he regrets it to death!These two days are the anniversary of Qingwen's death. In a trance, he took out the things he wrote at the beginning and looked at them, but he confiscated them again. Daiyu must have found them when he went to the study.

"Xiaoer, I..."

"What a pure and innocent daughter, what a passionate son! Baoyu, you are like this, where am I?" Daiyu didn't look at Jia Baoyu's face, but said something that shocked him.

It doesn't matter whether he pays homage to the dead or writes a sacrificial oration, it's not a big deal at all, but it's always a bit ambiguous that that person has something to do with him emotionally.

Holding the mentality of stretching out his head and shrinking his head, he simply admitted his mistake and apologized, "Xiaoer, I'm sorry."

Daiyu's previous appearance was actually pretending, she was not such a petty person, she would not care about the dead, and at the same time she also believed in the relationship between them.The reason why she was angry was because she was dissatisfied with her husband's concealment from her, and that they had been married for so long in vain, and he didn't say a word about such a thing.Qingwen, that woman who is somewhat similar to herself, she has always had a crush on, but it's a pity that the beauty is unlucky.

Besides, if Jia Baoyu had really forgotten Qingwen long ago, she should have thought about whether such a ruthless person was worthy of her love.

Sometimes, isn't it his love that she loves?

Looking at Jia Baoyu's disappointment at this time, Daiyu's heart became more and more irritable, and she couldn't suppress her anger and scolded: "Who cares about your apology! I'm sorry, I don't think you know where you are wrong! Idiot! Do you think that I'm mad at you for pretending to be someone else?!"

Jia Baoyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"You...! You're a fool, bastard! I'm your wife! Why didn't you tell me that you have to bear all these sorrows yourself? We are a family, we are one, do you understand! I don't want to share The closest person you share the bed with, keep everything from yourself! Do you just distrust me that much? Or am I a jealous woman who won’t allow you to pay homage to anyone?! Bastard!!” After losing her temper, Dai The jade face is red and the ears are red.

She has always been a gentle and beautiful woman, and this is the first time she has experienced this kind of irritability like an ordinary woman. Jia Baoyu secretly wondered that Daiyu had a temper recently, and at the same time understood something, and felt deeply ashamed.

He seemed to have neglected it. He and she were no longer cousins ​​and childhood sweethearts, but husband and wife, two people who loved each other as one.Some little secrets are harmless, but this kind of thing, anyone who is kept from the pillow will feel uncomfortable.

He didn't have that kind of thoughts on Qingwen at all, although he was tempted before, it was only once.Now there are only remembrances and sorrows, regrets.

Thinking of this, he scratched his head in shame, and smiled flatteringly at Daiyu.Thinking that he is doing well outside, who wants to be a strict wife at home, and will always be eaten to death in front of Xiaoer, just like back then.

"Baoyu, I am your wife." Daiyu slowed down her tone, and said softly, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Jia Baoyu straightened his face and let out a warm smile.Yes, she is his wife, she has the qualifications and hopes to share all the bitterness, sorrow, sorrow and joy with him, and connect with the person who has always been in his heart.

Stepping forward, he took his wife's soft little hand with his right hand, and tightly held the half of the nail with his left hand, and then both knelt down, saying something silently to each other.

After a while, Daiyu said to the spirit tablet, "Qingwen, may you rest in peace."

More words, she is willing to use actions to say.She is the same woman, and she also falls in love with that person. Perhaps she understands Qingwen's thoughts better than anyone else.She is also clear about what happened back then, that woman was wronged, but she stubbornly didn't want him to become an enemy of Mrs. Wang for her.It's just because she wants him to be good and wants him to be good.

Her heart was carefully hidden, but it was so fierce.Even if you are only a girl, you cannot be a wife, and you will never be a concubine.Until the day she went, she also wanted that person to be happy.

Fortunately, she Lin Daiyu can't guarantee anything else, but this, she will definitely be able to.

Then, she gently touched her husband's face and said with a smile, "Qingwen told me that she wants you to be happy."

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