The Rongjudai of the Red Chamber

Standing quietly by the window, looking at the white plum blossoms in full bloom under the moon outside the window, Daiyu picked up the Langhao brush, swiped down, and stroked a few strokes lightly, a white plum blossom appeared on the paper, delicate and lovely, as if standing against the wind, and seemed cowardly Shy, the beaded hairpin on Daiyu's hair bun is swaying, and there is a little bit of jingling and emerald sound, and the tassels on the phoenix's mouth are drawn with Daiyu's brush, slightly swaying, playful and dexterous, cute and pleasant.

Shui Rong walked into Luofengxuan, and the maids and women in the room hurriedly saluted, but Shui Rong raised his hand to stop her. Looking at Daiyu who was painting by the window under the moonlight, a gentle smile on the corner of Shui Rong's mouth healed. Feeling warm, he waved his hand to make the servant girl in the room retreat, stood by the door and looked at Daiyu carefully for a long time, then walked slowly to Daiyu's side.

But Daiyu didn't realize it, she just carefully drew what she saw and thought in her heart, looked up from time to time, frowned, and thought silently, the Langhao brush seemed to have spirituality in Daiyu's hands, Strips of plain white plum blossoms bloom on the paper, and a round of bright moon illuminates the heart. Although it is a night scene, it is only bright and dazzling, without the slightest gray and dark color. The silver plate is really "a wonderful pen, vivid flowers and flowers, and a rare picture every month"

After finishing the last stroke, Daiyu let out a breath, picked up one end of her plain hand to look carefully, put down the decree, and put it on the paper "Yuelan Sumei", just now she put down the Langhao brush in her hand. Turning around, he saw Shui Rong standing beside him, so he smiled lightly and said, "Mu Han, why didn't you say anything when you came in?" The trust in the words made Shui Rong smile.

After tidying up Daiyu's messy hair at the sideburns, she put aside the Langhao brush in Daiyu's hand, wiped Daiyu's little hands clean with a warm towel, and then said with a smile: "Seeing that you are very serious about painting, I am afraid of disturbing you." Here you go, come, let me take a closer look, what is our Dai'er painting?" He held Daiyu's hand and looked at the picture of Sumei on the big case together.

Daiyu picked up one end with a clever smile, but the other end was handed over to Shui Rong, raised her pretty face, and said with a smile: "Mu Han, is it good?" Looking at Daiyu's bright eyes, she said with a smile, "It's beautiful. It depicts the vivid character of plum blossoms. The bright moon is in the sky, the plain plums are quiet, or they are budding, or they are white and in full bloom. The green bamboo stands proudly beside the plum blossoms. A proud character that never admits defeat, how can it be bad?"

Daiyu smiled softly after hearing this, and then raised her hair in her hand, and said with a smile: "Then, please ask Mu Han to paint a little more on this painting?" With a slight movement in my heart, I lightly took the Langhao brush, looked at the delicate dizziness on Daiyu's small face, and painted on the brush in water, painting in one go, painting the original hazy scenery in the distance as rocks and rockeries, and the white plum, the bright moon, became more and more clear. The brightness of the bamboo, the greenness of the green bamboo, is like the silence in the dead of night, the rocky rockery is winding down, there is no pile of piles, only clear and smooth lines.

Daiyu held the picture of Sumei, a smile in her eyes was as clear and eye-catching as autumn waves, her eyebrows were smiling and charming, looking at the scenery outside the window, there was a sweet smile that couldn't be contained at the corner of her mouth, and she sighed softly: "Muhan."

Shui Rong gave a soft "hmm", Daiyu raised her eyes to look at his handsome face, and said, "How do you know that what I lack in my heart is such a rocky rockery? This is not the scenery outside our house."

Shui Rong smiled softly, nodded Daiyu's pretty nose, and said with a smile: "We are husband and wife, I naturally know what Dai'er thinks in her heart, I understand your thoughts, my thoughts are also drawn in it, and I will always do it." You are the windshield behind the white plum, but you don't want to hinder your unique character."

Hearing what Shui Rong said, Daiyu's heart was as sweet as honey, but tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, she was moved by the deep affection in Shui Rong's eyes, and even more so because he sincerely and carefully read the Sumei that she drew, the affection in her heart almost With the tears pouring out together, the tears that had been borne in my heart for a long time finally slipped quietly, Shui Rong sighed softly, took Daiyu into his arms, and said: "Dai'er, cry if you want to cry, I know you are not happy."

Daiyu couldn't bear it anymore after hearing this, tears fell drop by drop, she buried her head in Shui Rong's arms, her frail shoulders trembled slightly, and she cried silently while lying in Shui Rong's arms, which made Shui Rong feel extremely unbearable, and she patted gently with her big hands Caressing Daiyu, his tightly hugged arms revealed his pity and love, but his eyes became more and more cold.

It took a long time for Daiyu to stop crying, looking at the crumpled clothes on Shui Rong's chest, Daiyu couldn't help but blushed, she lightly straightened Shui Rong's clothes, and muttered: "Mu Han, you are really good!" , I haven't cried like this for a long time, but you provoked me again."

Shui Rong looked at Daiyu's angry and charming appearance, and said with a smile: "It's good to cry, I know you are sad, after all, they have lived with you for such a long time, but they don't know their vicious thoughts However, you are only allowed to cry for them once, if you continue to cry for them in the future, I will not agree."

Daiyu burst out laughing with a "puchi", but her teary face had a bright smile, and she said softly, "They are not worth it long ago, even if we cry for them, we won't be able to get back their lost conscience, It's just that I feel a little sentimental in my heart, for my mother and myself."

Shui Rong listened and nodded, and said: "Mother-in-law will have no regrets in her life with her father-in-law. Besides, she has a precious daughter like you, so naturally she will have no regrets in her life. Dai'er needn't be sad."

Daiyu nodded, leaned lightly on Shui Rong's chest, and said: "Yes, mother doesn't have any regrets, so I don't have any regrets either, no matter what happens in the future, they are so evil, It will never be forgiven.”

After meditating for a long time, looking up at Shui Rong's worried expression, Daiyu smiled and said: "Mu Han, don't worry about me, I have let go of my heart, and there will be no such thing in the future."

Seeing Daiyu's expression, Shui Rong felt relieved, took a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears on Daiyu's tender face, wiped the teardrops from Daiyu's tender hands, looked at Daiyu's clean and flawless face, and pointed to the wrinkled skin on her body. Clothes, smiled and said: "I was looking at your painting, who would have thought that you drew a picture on my clothes with tears."

One sentence provoked Daiyu's delicate face to be as red as a cloud, and she looked at Shui Rong with hatred, her lips pursed slightly, her pretty nose hummed lightly, her jade hands rubbed Shui Rong's skirt, and said: "I just want to be with you Draw on your body." As he spoke, he picked up the Langhao brush and was about to draw a line on the water-soluble white shirt, but was avoided by the water-soluble.

Daiyu refused, and chased after Shui Rong to paint, but Shui Rong gently took the Langhao brush in Daiyu's hand, smiled evilly, and pointed the tip of the pen at Daiyu's delicate face, with a mischievous smile on his handsome face Meaning, said: "Do you want my husband to draw a hibiscus for my wife?"

Looking at the pen tip approaching, Daiyu's face paled and she let out a soft cry, and hid behind the big case, circled around the big case and Shui Rong, but was caught by Shui Rong, pretending to paint on Daiyu's delicate face , smiled and said: "Bad girl, don't you beg for mercy?"

Daiyu's hands were gentle, her jade face smiled, and said: "Muhan, good Muhan, it's Daiyu's fault, please forgive me." Shui Rong smiled slightly after hearing this, stopped his hands for a while, and said with a smile: " It sounds pitiful, so I let you go temporarily." As he spoke, he was about to put down the Langhao brush in his hand, but he didn't want to be wiped by Dai Yusu, and there were two more beards on his face.

Looking at Shui Rong's appearance, Daiyu immediately laughed out of breath, and said, "I will add two beards to my husband, is your husband satisfied?" Looking at Daiyu's complacent face, Shui Rong smiled evilly, pulling Passing Daiyu, wiped the ink on her face on Daiyu's jade face, and immediately a little ink mark was dotted on Daiyu's delicate face, and said with a water-melting smile: "We are a husband and wife who have the same blessings and share the same difficulties. We have ink to share together, my lady." Are you satisfied?" The laughing tone made Daiyu stomp her feet, and said, "You bullied me."

Said, jumped aside, hurriedly picked up the towel and wiped it carefully until the ink was no longer visible, looking back at the ink marks on Shui Rong's handsome face, holding back a smile, stepped forward to wipe it clean for Shui Rong, before taking Shui Rong Standing together at the desk.

Shui Rong looked at Sumei and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be a waste if such a painting isn't framed? Tomorrow, I'll order someone to frame this painting and hang it next to our current desk?"

Daiyu nodded, and said with a smile: "I would like to listen to my husband's orders." The naughty smile contained a trace of affection in it, which made Shui Rong smile even more happily. His Dai'er has more and more weight in her heart They hugged Daiyu tightly, and the husband and wife leaned against each other and stood by the window, wrapping the cloak tightly around Daiyu's chest, and the warm embrace made Daiyu sigh softly.

No matter how the Jia family made the slightest move, she had a husband who loved her so much by her side, so why should she care about those so-called family affections that hurt people's hearts?Even though my mother cared about my mother so much in my heart, she never set foot in the capital, not to mention that my loving grandmother has gradually changed, becoming indifferent and vicious, so why should I care about it?