Raiders of the maid who crossed the Red Mansion

"I'm sorry..." The man lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the face of the woman across from him, not even daring to look at his own strange shadow reflected in the glass.

"Understood." Li Hui opened the bag, took out a 50 yuan note, and pushed it to the middle of the table, "The money for my meal, goodbye."

He got up, opened the chair, and passed by him, not even in a hurry, everything was so peaceful, the calmness made the man startled, he couldn't help but whispered to Li Hui's back, "Xiaohui?"

Li Hui stopped and turned her head slightly: "Your down jacket is still with me after dry cleaning last time. I will mail it to you later."

After speaking, she raised her head and walked lightly, leaving behind the couples of men and women who were sitting facing each other or cuddling side by side, and said sweetly and politely to the waiter who opened the door for her, "Thank you."

Isn't it lovelorn? What a big deal?Looking at Shen Jianwen's eyes, he thought he was going to slap the table for questioning?Howling?Or splash the drink in his face?

I haven't dated for more than a month, and the IP of QQ is displayed in this city, but I lied that I was on a business trip outside the company's parking lot. I saw him smiling and getting into a girl's red Audi A4, and I was mentally prepared. up.

Both of them are from remote small towns, and Li Hui knows the hardships of staying in this big city.Who said that men can't be fragile, realistic, and bow to reality?

For an opera girl who graduated from a technical secondary school and sang for three years before becoming a supporting role, with a monthly salary of more than 20 to her death, she gave up the opportunity to save [-] years of struggle. It is a fool, and Shen Jianwen has always been very smart.

Li Hui was thinking like this, and she couldn't tell whether it was joy or grief, open-mindedness or suffocation in her chest. She laughed unconsciously, attracting passers-by's attention, and her lips curled up in response, letting the neon lights turn the light-colored The lip gloss is fresh and translucent.

What's wrong with falling in love?Isn't it a waste of one year, one month and four days of youth?I'm only 22 years old, I still have a lot of youth, I have a chance to fall in love, what's there to cry about?

Li Hui raised her arm, wiped her eyes vigorously, and got into the subway passage.

After pulling out the key and opening the door, a pungent smell of smoke came to her face. Li Hui hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, slapped her hands hard, and heard an ethereal and mournful singing voice coming from the room:

All my life, I have been a boudoir companion with poetry and books,

Form a close relationship with pen and ink.

I once remembered that the chrysanthemum poem won the first place,

Begonia fights fresh.

The new decree of Yihongyuan Bank of China,

Xiaoxiang Museum discusses old articles.

A lifetime of painstaking effort into words,

Now it is, the memory is not dead and the ink is still fresh...

"Tingting, Tingting, are you cooking something? You don't even know if it's burnt?" Li Hui shouted inside, kicking off her shoes in a hurry.

Liu Tingting is a drama idiot, once she enters the state of "Sister Lin", she forgets about both. When she finishes singing "Burning Manuscripts", the whole house will be burnt down!

Li Hui was about to rush into the kitchen when she realized that the lingering white smoke was not coming from the kitchen, but from... Liu Tingting's room?

The door of the room was ajar, and Li Hui rushed in without thinking.

Liu Tingting was not in the room either, the door leading to the balcony was open, the curtains were billowing in the wind, and there was an ethereal and desolate sound, like a song from another time and space.

Li Hui lifted the curtain and plunged out. Flames were rising from an enamel basin. The window on the balcony was closed tightly. In the thick smoke, she saw Liu Tingting wearing pajamas, barefoot, sitting Beside the basin, humming a tune, tore off pages of paper with his hands, and threw them into the fire.

Li Hui hurriedly fetched a basin of water from the laundry sink, poured it down without thinking, only heard a "chi", the fire went out, and the skirts and trouser legs of herself and Liu Tingting were completely soaked.

"What are you doing, burning manuscripts like Daiyu? You are too involved in the drama!"

Finally heaved a sigh of relief, Li Hui threw the bucket on the ground, and was about to turn around and reprimand Liu Tingting.

The two are roommates and belong to the same theater. Although Liu Tingting is three years older than Li Hui, she has a master's degree in Chinese opera and is already well-known in the Yue opera circle.

Liu Tingting is very talented and hardworking, but she is a drama addict and a lover. Apart from singing and love, she relies on her "personal maid" to take care of all the trivial matters in life. Li Hui is the best candidate to play Zijuan.

"What's the matter with you? Isn't it just..." Li Hui paused, sneered, and said sharply and forcefully, "Are you broken in love? You don't think about food and drink like this, and you don't sleep well, and now you have to burn the house. Man, is it worth it? Do you think he is really your brother Bao? Even if it is brother Bao, he will marry sister Bao in the end!"

Looking at Liu Tingting, who was sitting wet and curled up on the ground, Li Hui was really emotional. The good sisters in the room for several years were dumped by men one after another within a few days. This "fate" is really dumbfounding.

Maybe some people would sneer proudly, and no one would be able to pass by with a snot, but Tingting is different.

Tingting's boyfriend is a well-known young student in the Yue opera circle. Since Li Hui joined the Yue opera troupe, he has played Jia Baoyu and co-starred with Liu Tingting in "Dream of Red Mansions". He is a "stage couple" favored by the industry, the media and the audience .

Just like "Sister Lin", Liu Tingting's whole body and heart are on this "Brother Bao".

But just a week ago, "Brother Bao" was kicked out by an entertainment website, secretly dating a young female artist who has recently become popular in the entertainment industry, and suddenly, such things as "stage couples are divided between labor and Yan", "Brother Bao's world does not have sister Lin", gossip The news was overwhelming, and the man was even under the spotlight. He readily admitted to his "new relationship" and emphasized that there has never been a "stage couple". He and Liu Tingting are just good partners.

Is it a good partner?so good!

In Li Hui's view, a man's unfeeling is not a bad thing for a woman.Sometimes women are emotionally indecisive and need a ruthless man to push them.

Sure enough, in the past week, Liu Tingting has shown nothing special except for being sad and depressed. She did not expect to make such a dangerous move today!

Facing Li Hui's accusation of hating iron and steel, Liu Tingting just lowered her eyebrows and smiled palely.

Seeing her good sister like this, Li Hui's heart softened again, and she wanted to speak harshly to destroy her illusions, but now she could only squat down and pull her, "Let's go, go in and change clothes first, you'll catch a cold if you're drenched. "

The talented, sentimental and sensitive Liu Tingting, like Sister Lin, is a sickly and frail body.

It's a pity that Liu Tingting didn't move no matter how much Li Hui urged her.

Although there was no fire in the basin, she still mechanically tore off the book in her hand one by one and threw it in.

Li Hui was annoyed by her half-dead look again, and grabbed the book with her hands: "What is this?"

Liu Tingting finally regained some vitality, and rushed to grab her, but was easily avoided by Li Hui. Before she played the role of Zijuan, she was born in Wudan.

With the light leaking from the room, she quickly flipped through a few pages, and immediately became speechless. The "Sister Lin" in front of her was indeed "burning manuscripts". This is her love diary, full of records, all It is the sweet mood and happy time between her and "Brother Bao".

Li Hui couldn't help stomping her feet and gritted her teeth: "Very good, it will be clean after burning. Let's start from the beginning. I am young and you are beautiful. There are many good men in the world!"

She rushed into the kitchen, found a box of matches, turned back to the balcony, lit it in front of Liu Tingting, and moved the diary to the flames.

The sudden red fire seemed to scare Liu Tingting. Her lifeless eyes revealed a look of fear and eagerness, and she shouted: "No!" She rushed over to snatch the diary.

There is always attachment, and there is always reluctance. If even it is turned into ashes, love will die completely.

"Why keep it? That kind of man is not worth torturing yourself for him!"

"No!"

Amidst the shouts, Li Hui was relentless. In a blink of an eye, the diary was burned, and the flames rose violently. The despair in Liu Tingting's eyes became more and more intense.

No matter how much she snatched it, she still couldn't reach the diary in Li Hui's hand. Seeing that her hard work and love were about to be burned, she suddenly jumped up desperately and pushed Li Hui's shoulder with all her strength. Bundle.

thump—

Li Hui only felt a muffled sound coming from the back of his head. It should have hit the concrete railing of the balcony. He didn't feel any pain. It was just a feeling of dizziness, which quickly filled his mind. Following his vision and hearing, he quickly get blurry...

Liu Tingting's figure swayed and disappeared before her eyes, and she heard her last panicked cry: "Xiaohui! Xiaohui! Where have you been? Don't scare me..."

Jia Mansion, Grand View Garden, Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Zijuan sat alone on the porch, fanned the fire with a cattail fan, and Daiyu's medicine was boiling in the silver hanging pot.

The wind blows from outside the bamboo forest, the branches and leaves are swaying, rustling, vaguely sandwiching the distant singing and playing music.Even though during the national mourning period, they dare not make publicity and Baoyu is ill, but most of the people there are still satisfied.

Zijuan couldn't help feeling sad, thinking of that year, he just joked that sister Lin was going back to the south, Baoyu was so anxious and crazy, as if he couldn't live without her sister.

Up to now, Miss Lin was lying in it, almost breathing a sigh of relief, but he was busy making some "golden marriage".

Thinking of this, Zicuckoo gritted her teeth hard to keep her tears from falling.As long as I show a little clue, I am afraid that the person inside will be unable to live immediately.

Alas, Baoyu lost his psychic jade, so he became insane, stupid, and the family decides to marry Miss Bao. He may not know what happened, and he may not be willing?

Zijuan excused Baoyu again, feeling even more desolate.Even if the brother has a sister in his heart, and the sister has a brother in his heart, so what?

Miss Lin is afraid that it will only be these few days. It's a pity that she has no parents, no brothers and sisters, and no one to make decisions. Apart from her thoughts and illnesses, how can she be as good as Miss Bao?

The more Zijuan thought about it, the more bitter she felt, and finally couldn't hold back the tears rolling down, and the drops fell on the silver hanging, and immediately turned into a wisp of light smoke.

This sound made her wake up instead, and heard intermittent whispers, like little girls talking under the window.

"I really want to go over there and have a look, is it so lively?"

"I won't go. Anyone with a discerning eye in and out of this garden knows that Baoyu pretends to be our girl and married Miss Bao instead!"

"Oh, I didn't say that, looking at Miss Lin's body and appearance, she doesn't look like a blessed person..."

"That's right, even Sister Xueyan has gone there..."

Zijuan was shocked when she heard this, dropped her cattail fan, dragged her skirt, ran over in a panic, pointed at the two little girls sitting on the railing, and scolded at the top of her voice: "This matter started from the old lady, and everyone kept it a secret. Look at the girl, it’s okay for you to chat your teeth here, if you hear a sentence in it, this, this is still alive?"

Seeing that the usually gentle and amiable sister Zijuan was furious, the two little girls also turned pale with fright, and quickly shut their mouths tightly.

It's a pity that it was too late, I only heard a "wow" from inside the room through a window, I don't know if it was crying or vomiting.

Zijuan panicked, quickly left the little girl behind, slapped open the curtain and ran into the house, Daiyu was already half body outside the window, her hair scattered, covering her face, and there was another big puddle of bright red in the copper basin beside the bed. of phlegm and blood.

"Girl! Girl!" Zijuan rushed over, picked up Daiyu, let her lean in his arms, and kept calling.

However, Daiyu's complexion was as pale as paper, she rolled her eyelids, and gasped intermittently, so there was no way she could answer her.

"Quick, quick, tell the old lady!" Zijuan pointed at the little girl who was standing on the ground, at a loss, "I'm afraid that the girl will die..."

Her throat was choked up, and she couldn't speak any more except hugging Daiyu.

Daiyu's nursing mother, Nanny Wang, was old and sick, and Xueyan was "borrowed" there again, helping Miss Bao to worship. In the huge Xiaoxiang Pavilion, only myself and two or three little girls were left. Why not call it Zijuan? Out of ideas.

But the little girl cried "wow", "Sister Zijuan, go back now, I, I dare not..."

Seeing Daiyu in her arms who was only breathing out but not breathing in, Zijuan had no choice but to grit her teeth, lay Daiyu flat on the bed, tuck in the quilt, and told the little girl, "Take care carefully, I'll go back to the old lady! "

After Zijuan hurried out, the two little girls just stared at Daiyu, trembling with fright.

Instead, Daiyu fanned her eyelashes slightly, her eyeballs slid a bit, sighed loudly, called "Zicuckoo", and struggled to sit up.

The little girls were busy helping Daiyu up, and took a soft pillow for her to lean on.

Daiyu reluctantly rolled her eyelids, scanned the room, and asked feebly, "Where is Zijuan..."

The little girl didn't dare to answer truthfully, so she only answered vaguely: "Sister Zijuan went to get some things outside, but the girl wants water?"

Daiyu shook her head weakly, put her hands on the bed, sat up slightly, and pointed to a red lacquered wooden box on Duobaoge, "Bring me this."

The little girl quickly fetched it and put it on the edge of Daiyu's bed. Seeing her nod her head, she opened it for her. Inside were stacks of old and new poems written in ink, and she said worriedly: "Girl, don't bother to read it now." Are these?"

Daiyu smiled indifferently, "Go and start a pot of fire."

The little girls saw that Daiyu's mind was clearer than before, and she seemed to have more strength, so they were all happy, "Miss, do you feel cold? How about some more clothes?"

While talking, she hurriedly put the coat on Daiyu, but she gently pushed it away, and shook her head persistently, "No, start a pot of fire for me."

The little girl didn't dare to disobey, one of them went to live outside quickly, while the other watched her closely, took out the poem manuscripts from the box one by one, unfolded them one by one, and looked at them one by one, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes rustling. shed tears.

Recently Daiyu cried less and less, and now she was crying again, the little girl was so nervous that she didn't dare to show any air.

After a while, the little girl brought a charcoal brazier and placed it beside Daiyu's bed, and opened the window halfway to let in a little wind.

The room gradually warmed up, Daiyu's pale cheeks seemed to have a blush like blood, it's just that when she was dying of illness for a long time, she suddenly gave birth to such a delicate and charming appearance, which made people frightened.

All the poem manuscripts were taken out and spread out on Daiyu's lap. Under the box were several neatly folded handkerchiefs. Daiyu was stunned for a moment, then slowly reached out to take them out, opening them layer by layer.

The handkerchief is half old, with a few lines of beautifully written lower script on it, and a few ink marks are blurred, as if it has been drowned by water.

Daiyu's neck drooped slightly, her eyes seemed to be scattered, her lips trembled, and she murmured in a gossamer-like voice: "It's hard to get the pearls on the colored thread,

The old traces of the Xiangjiang River are blurred.There are thousands of bamboos in front of the window, and if you don’t know the scent, there will be no stains..."

After singing, he suddenly stretched out his hand out of the window, shook his fingertips, and the handkerchief fell into the brazier.

"Oh, girl!" The little girl only thought that Daiyu was weak due to illness and lost her hand, so she was anxious to grab it, but the handkerchief caught fire in no time.

But Daiyu didn't stop, and threw the remaining two handkerchiefs into the brazier, followed by poems one after another.

"Girl, girl, what are you doing—" The two little girls were so anxious that they were about to cry, but seeing Daiyu's weird behavior, they didn't dare to step forward to stop her.

The tears on Daiyu's cheeks were gradually drying, and there was a bleak smile on the corner of her lips. She watched the handkerchief and poems turn into ashes in the fire, and was blown by the cool wind through the window, faintly transmitted in the distance. Spinning and flying in the festive music, scattered on the ground, on the table, on the bookshelf, some of them float out of the window, like butterflies who don't know where to go.

The last draft of the poem slipped from Daiyu's hands, only to hear the heart-piercing sound of vomiting, a mouthful of blood splashed on the white skirt and silk quilt...

Daiyu's scent left her body, ethereal, and she didn't know where she was going. She only saw the distant plains and mountains, the nearby streams, bridges, and smoke trees, all shrouded in a cloud of mist. Seems like nothing, as real as it is illusory, all are very strange.

She was desolate and desperate in her heart, knowing that she was dead, she just wanted her soul to dissipate cleanly, and write off all her life's love and fate, so she didn't know the direction, let her footsteps be vain, and went straight forward.

I walked forward for an unknown amount of time without feeling tired. The smoke and clouds in front of me gradually thinned and dispersed, and I could vaguely see a blue stone bridge with hanging willows on both sides, and the branches moved with the wind, as if they were holding on to people's clothes reluctantly.

Daiyu thought to herself, could this be the Naihe bridge leading to the underworld?He's not afraid of people, but he looks like a grand view garden. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling another pain in his heart.

When I got closer, I realized that there were two people sitting on the floor at the end of the bridge, one was a middle-aged monk with a mangled head in tattered monk's clothes, and the other was a Taoist priest with half-white beard and haggard appearance, with a walking stick beside him.

The two sat facing each other, drew a chessboard on the ground, placed black and white stones, and were playing chess.

Daiyu wanted to dodge, but she had nowhere to hide.

The monk had already seen her, and just glanced at her, then stood up abruptly, with a face full of surprise, pointing to Daiyu and asking, "Hey, that stubborn stone is still alive, why did you come first?"

The Taoist also waved to her, "It's not time yet, every blade of grass and stone must return together, go back, go back!"

Daiyu heard what they said was weird, and she looked scary, so she wanted to avoid it, but she had long lost nostalgia for the world, she just wanted to pass the Naihe Bridge quickly, and when she arrived at the Yin Division, she wandered around in place, neither entering nor retreating. .

Unexpectedly, the monk chased after her first, Daiyu cried out in surprise, and turned to run away, but he pushed her heavily on the shoulder, her slender body floated up like willow catkins, and unexpectedly fell straight to the bottom of the bridge, and was caught immediately The ever-changing mist engulfs!