Red Mansions Are Floating Clouds

People dressed as servants from big households are inquiring about a person—a noble son with a round face and snow skin, whose surname is Jia and whose name is Baoyu.

Baoyu paused, and looked down at his hands holding the bowl. Those hands had been cracked due to chopping wood and making a fire, and they were rougher than the hands of the lowest cook in Jia's mansion at that time.

The senior brother walking beside him obviously didn't hear those words, seeing that Baoyu didn't keep up.Then turn back and urge him.

Smart as Baoyu, how could he fail to guess who would persevere to find him after he disappeared for such a long time?

For a while, Baoyu almost wanted to go up and ask them, how is Daiyu doing now.But it seemed that roots had taken root under his feet, and he couldn't utter half a sound.He just stared blankly at the two boys walking away, and said as he walked, "I've searched this temple five times, maybe the master of Jia's mansion has already left the capital!"

When Baoyu heard this, he felt as if he was burning inside, and his heart was so painful that he couldn't help but bend down.The disillusionment I once thought was so naive and ridiculous at this moment, starting from the age of seven.Until now, ten years of love has not disappeared in time.It's just hidden in the deepest part of my heart, so deep that even Baoyu himself thought he had seen through it.

Seeing Baoyu clutching his heart and falling to the ground, the brother was so frightened that he hurriedly carried him back to the small temple.The temple villain was so poor that he didn't even have the money to hire a village doctor, but the abbot made a bowl of soup with some unknown herbs and poured it down for Baoyu.

A serious illness, Baoyu survived by luck, and since then became taciturn.

Gradually, the servants who often went to various temples to find people disappeared without a trace.Perhaps Daiyu also thought that he had left the capital early in the morning.

There is no calendar day in the mountains, and the year is unknown when the cold is gone.

More than ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and Baoyu looked as old as four or fifty years old at this time.When I went out for alms, I was always chased by urchins and called "Old Bald Donkey".

Suddenly one day, the gate of the small ruined temple was slammed, and a person shouted: "Excuse me, please. I want a bowl of water!"

When I opened the door to look, there were 30 to [-] people outside, and the leading masters were riding tall horses with distinctive saddles and bridles, obviously of extraordinary origin.

The monk who opened the door was startled, and hurriedly let them in.

There are many people in the small room, only the leading masters entered the room and the rest of the servants sat on the ground outside the courtyard.

Baoyu found the big leaf tea in the temple, made a pot, took the bowl as a teacup, and sent it in.

At first, a chubby young man was wearing a blue dress embroidered with gold, silver and folded branches of flowers. The ring finger on his hand was made of top-grade jadeite. The head of water was very good.

Baoyu lowered his head and served the tea one by one in silence, not daring to look up at their faces - if they felt offended, maybe the temple would suffer.

Several people were sitting there with a big face, no one took the tea bowl from him, only one person took it with both hands and said: "Thank you."

Baoyu trembled when he heard the words, and looked up, the young man had a pair of sword eyebrows and looked heroic, but the more he looked, the more he looked like a person—— Daiyu.

Su Yichen was holding the tea bowl and was about to drink, but saw the monk who was passing the tea standing in front of him without moving. He looked up calmly, the monk had tears in his eyes and trembling lips, as if he was about to say something, he couldn't help it. He raised his eyebrows strangely.

At the side, a young man from an unknown family put down the bowl after taking two sips. Seeing that the monk was so impolite, he dared to stare at Duke Ding, and immediately scolded, "What are you looking at! Get out of here!"

Baoyu came back to his senses, clasped his hands together, bowed, and retreated.

Su Yichen was thoughtful, but the others all teased and said, "My son is as beautiful as a flower, even the old monk is dumbfounded!"

Hearing this, Su Yichen laughed and cursed a few words, threw down five taels of silver, and all the people came out in a file, got on their horses and roared away.

Baoyu didn't know when he stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the direction they left, holding a string of Buddhist beads tightly in his hand, murmuring, but he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

In the evening, Su Yichen returned to Duke Dingguo's mansion with a full load of prey, and went to Cong Muxuan to pay his respects to his mother before changing clothes.

When I entered the room, I happened to see my little sister, Nannuan, sleeping on the kang with an embroidered sheet in her hand. Her maid jumped up in fright when she saw someone coming in, and was about to wake the girl up, but she saw that it was not the lady who came in, so she I breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Yichen quietly walked to the edge of the kang, stretched out his hand and pinched Nanna's nose, and Nannua was woken up in a short while, waving her hands, and complained in a daze: "What kind of smell is this! It smells so bad!"

Su Yichen laughed, went out to hunt all day in the city, and didn't wash his hands when he came back, what do you think it smells like?

After such a fuss, Su Yichen completely forgot about the strange old monk that Su Yichen was going to tell his mother about as a western scene.

That day Baoyu went to bed very late, and he had a very strange dream, in a haze, he went to water a small grass under a big rock by the river, the grass was different from others, Although it has not bloomed, it is extremely beautiful.

Baoyu seemed to realize something in his dream, and suddenly there was a monk beside him, and the Taoist smiled and said, "Do you understand now? Speaking of this life, Fairy Crimson Pearl should die in tears to repay your kindness of irrigation. It is only because she and the Sansheng Stone that shields her from the wind and rain are the fate of husband and wife of the third generation, so when the Sansheng Stone goes down to the world, your fate will be disrupted, and this should be changed."

Baoyu nodded in ignorance, and the monk sighed beside him: "Fool, fool! You have experienced enough in this life, so come back to the heaven with us!"

——At the age of 34, Baoyu died in his sleep and was buried on the hillside behind the temple.