Jia Lu through the Red Chamber

Jia's Mansion, Dailu Courtyard, Dailu Courtyard, which used to be bustling, has been more than half clean since Jia Lu returned home, and it was even more deserted during Daiyu's illness. Send someone to say hello, and all the sisters and Baoyu come to visit and talk.

After busying around for a long time, they all left, and Zijuan was leading the little maid to clean up the melon rinds and fruit crumbs left by the guests.

Babu on the bed, Daiyu stared at the flickering fire in a daze, Daiyu's body and face were timid and weak, after this serious illness, she became even thinner, her pale complexion was no one else's.

Zijuan packed up her things, and seeing this scene, she felt even more distressed, and complained,

"Old lady, why are brothers and sisters here in such a rush? I don't think that the girl is just sick, so how can she stand such a torment? She didn't come before, and now she doesn't know how to come one by one. Really. ..."

Zijuan is not very old, but it is quite ridiculous to act like this old lady.

"Hehe, heh, cough cough cough!" Daiyu laughed and coughed again.

Zijuan took a spittoon and put it under Daiyu, took a cup of warm water to rinse Daiyu's mouth, took a clean handkerchief to wipe Daiyu's hands and wiped the water, lifted the slipped brocade quilt, constantly nagging,

"Don't laugh, girl, she coughed so much, it's the servant's fault again. Girl, it's getting late, and you've been busy for so long, should you rest early?"

Daiyu Yaoyao shook her head, grabbed Zicuckoo's sleeve, and said,

"During the day, I don't have time to read that letter from my father. You bring it here now, and I want to read it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well today."

Although Zijuan disagrees, but she has been by Daiyu's side for so many years, she also knows that although Daiyu usually doesn't talk about it, she attaches great importance to her father who depends on her for life, and it's useless to persuade her.

"understood."

I took the letter and handed it to Daiyu, took out the glass hydrangea lamp, and lit it with wax. The lamp was bright, and it was covered with glass. The light was soft and did not hurt the eyes.

Daiyu opened the envelope, took out the letter, saw the familiar self who somewhat resembled her, her nose sore, and she almost shed tears.

Her handwriting was taught by Lin Ruhai, and I still remember his big hand holding his own small hand to draw strokes of red. The mother also said that her handwriting did not look like the Yan style (Lin's copybook), but was the same as her father's handwriting. It’s just that it’s a bit less strong, and a bit more immature. When she was young, she liked to let her father write a word and write it again by herself, one big and one small, like big hands and small hands, and then she took the paper to show off everywhere. , when listening to the two words of praise from others, I feel triumphant, as if I have won the whole world. Whenever this time, my father stands aside, looking at me helplessly and dotingly, as long as I turn around, I can see him.

In the letter, the space between words is not small. Others may only think that this is just a personal habit, but only Daiyu knows that this is a space left for her. It seems that as long as she picks up a pen, she can write it again and show off. Once, but my father was not there, and I couldn't see him no matter how many times I looked back.

Daiyu covered her mouth with her hand, raised her head slightly, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and fell into her hair.

The flickering candles made a "crackling" sound.

Zijuan raised her head, she was some distance away from Daiyu, and when she raised her head suddenly, her eyes were a little blurred, something seemed wrong when she looked at Daiyu, and asked,

"Girl, what are your orders?"

Daiyu was woken up by her voice, her voice was slightly choked, "It's nothing, you just go about your business."

Although Zijuan felt that there was something wrong with Daiyu's voice, she thought it was because she was coughing too much, so she didn't pay much attention.

Daiyu hastily wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, calmed down, smoothed the letter paper, and read every word.

"My son Daiyu:

I heard that you are critically ill, my heart is burning with anxiety, I can't sleep day and night, I wish I could die

Instead.

I once wondered secretly, I once heard that your mother-in-law loves you very much, why are you sick?

Jia Lu, the fourth daughter of the family, once talked with Xin about your daily life.

Multiple times, I am happy with your joy, sad with your sorrow, and worried about your sorrow.

After careful study, I know that you are in a difficult situation, but I hate Jia's mansion for deceiving people too much.

Jia's daughter insulted you, secretly hated the wrong person she entrusted to you, and regretted not being able to investigate carefully,

It was my fault for being so prepared that you got hurt this far.

Believe in me, talk more about the joys of your body and never talk about the difficulties, I am you

The filial piety, but your heart is my heart, and my heart is also yours. I hope to understand the old father's love for his daughter.

Heart, talk more about the real things to quench my thirst for missing women.

I want to quickly take you by my side, always by my side, but, of course, Jiangnan is also

It is not a safe place, and its turbulence is far better than that of Kyoto, how can I bear you

That is to go out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den.

The old father is also old, and only Ru Er is the only one who can't worry about it.

Countless, without me, the government is still clear and bright, but you have no uncle to take care of you, and no uncle to take care of you.

With the support of his own brothers, the Jia family is not the entrusted benefactor.I have not seen you get married, tied to

Beloved, I don't know until I die!

I have been feeling unwell in recent years. I am afraid of abandoning you and want to find you for you.

One is to rely on it for a long time, but one is that I don’t want to take a continuation, and the other is that the family

My aunt is incompetent, and I can't add one or two brothers and sisters for you. My heart is for Lin's family.

The clan seeks a son who has no father, no mother, good character, good character and pure filial piety to be his heir and to be your reliance

Damn, I don't know your opinion, I hope you don't think about the old father, and the plan for the heir is nothing else,

It's just for you, if you don't like it, you will naturally think of other ways.

I also hope that your heart will be at ease, and for your safety, I endure the pain to temporarily stay with you in Jia's mansion.

It has been three years since my father served as the Xunyan Yushi, and three years is a term. At the end of the year, I will

Going to Beijing to report on his duties, he has asked Lin Fu, the old butler of the house, to clean the Lin mansion. After the end,

Lin Fuhui went to Jia's mansion to inform him that in the future, if you suffer any grievances, you can go back

Home, don't worry about others.When debriefing, the father will also ask the Holy Father for instructions to stay in office

Even if you are an idle official in Kyoto, I only hope to be with you for a long time.

Finally, Yu'er, I miss you very much, take care of yourself, no worries"

"Tick, tick, tick!" Little drops of water smudged the ink.

Father, Yu'er misses you too!

Daiyu saw that every word and every word of her old father was for herself, and she couldn't help crying anymore.

When Zicuckoo heard it, although she didn't know why, she hurriedly coaxed,

"Girl, don't cry anymore, crying too much will hurt your body, please stop!"

The woman who was watching the night outside heard the movement and asked inside loudly, "Girl, what happened!"

Zicuckoo hurried to the door to respond, "It's nothing! The girl is dying! Go to sleep!"

Afraid of attracting the other masters of Jia's mansion, he ran to coax Daiyu again, trying to cover Daiyu's mouth, not to speak so loudly, but he dared not, he was too anxious.

Seeing the letter paper in Daiyu's hand, she said,

"Girl, not to mention the old lady and the others worrying about the girl's illness these days, even for the sake of the master who is far away in Yangzhou, they have to take care of themselves!"

Daiyu heard her say that her father had obviously stopped crying. Although she didn't stop crying, she lowered her voice, buried herself under the brocade quilt, and kept crying.

Seeing that her voice had lowered, Zicuckoo breathed a sigh of relief.But seeing Daiyu crying non-stop, she was still very worried.

After all, Daiyu was just recovering from her illness, she lost her strength after crying for a while, and fell asleep while crying. When Zijuan stepped forward to tuck the quilt for her, and was about to take away the letter paper, she found that Daiyu was holding the letter paper tightly, and she couldn't loose it no matter what. not open.