Daiyu of the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

Go back in time 19 years.

A half-new and not old sedan chair carried relatives of the newlywed grandmother's natal family. They had the same surname as the grandmother, and the boudoir name had the word "Mian".

Bai Mian stepped off the sedan chair, looked up at the lintel of Xie's mansion, with a timid expression.That threshold, that gatehouse, that screen wall, that corridor, everything frightened her.She felt that she had entered the forbidden place of the gods.

In fact, she only entered the side door, with a black lacquered door face, and a couplet hanging: "Yuanhe Chan Guijing, Tingsu Mohuaxiang." It should be last year, the red paper has faded a lot, but there is nothing broken, as if In a declining family, the body has been eroded by the years, and the skeleton is still holding on. It can't be like some wooden doors and doors on the street, which can fall down as soon as they are said.

There was no sill in the door, and the young man rushed up to open the door, untied the horse, and the horse was led away from the side, and the cart was pulled directly into the yard by manpower, bypassing a shadow wall, and a few women came up and bowed their knees to pay their respects. A woman supported Bai Mian and walked to a door on the right.Bai Mian was a little panicked and couldn't help turning her head.The car stopped quietly.The car used by her own family is the only luxury left in the family, and it still looks shabby when parked in someone else's small yard.

"This time I came to visit relatives, maybe I voted wrongly..." Bai Mian couldn't help thinking this way, although some people would think that it must be the right one to have such noble relatives to seek refuge with.

The next few doors are all equipped with quite high sills, which stop up to Bai Mian's calf. Her leg has been in the car for a long time, and her leg is slightly numb, and she has not fully recovered. He crossed over without losing his manner.There is a courtyard between the several wing rooms, and they are all connected by corridors. The corridors are covered with flower shelves, and the vines on the shelves are of unknown kind, and they grow densely and beautifully.The roots are as thick as an old Panlong, but the branches and leaves are as slender as if they were cut out skillfully, covering the sky and letting only a little sunlight filter in, reflecting people's eyes, like the gap between dream and waking, fine and vague.When turning a corner.There was a "crash" sound.Bai Mian was taken aback, and when he turned his head to look, there were two huge clay vats under the corridor.The lotus planted in it was originally a bowl lotus, but in autumn, it began to wither, and the leaves and stems were half yellow and half green.There are several lotus pods in between, but they are not cleaned up.The sparse and dense ones are there, but they have a unique charm, which can be included in ink paintings-a fish under the lotus stalk is green scales.It was as long as chopsticks, flicked its tail, and went down again.It was the clattering sound that startled Bai Mian just now.After all, Bai Mian was young and felt fresh.Wanting to go to the tank to see what happened, the old woman took her away and muttered: "This ghost, it just jumps like this when people come. Splash water all over your body. It's cold to see if you get sick! This thing There's no end to naughtiness."

"Maybe it's lonely?" Bai Mian thought for no reason, and didn't dare to speak. She followed her mother-in-law to a room, and when she entered the door, there was a small Beijing embroidered wild goose with the title of Ruicao piercing the clouds, and she turned around. There is a carved beauty couch against the wall, and a blue magnetic step chair in front of it, all covered with magnolia pattern cushions, a carved round table under the window, and four wooden chairs with curved backs scattered here and there, also covered with chair burdens. From the couch to the table, there is a rectangular twill rug with white background, several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls on both sides, and behind the table is an eight-treasure lattice, in which there are some jade antiques.Although the room is not big, it is clean and well-furnished, and it is much more comfortable than sitting in the hall.

Bai Mian quietly squinted her eyes to appreciate the envy, but the mother-in-law had already bent her knees and replied, "Mrs., Miss Tang is here." Bai Mian was stunned, and a voice from behind the ten-view cabinet said, "Really? Sister Mian ,You came?!"

Bai Mian's voice is familiar, her cousin Bai Xuning is now Xie Bai's.How many months have you been married?The tone of voice is full of peace and happiness that Virgo girls will not have, like the sunshine on the table, overflowing with gold.Bai Mian lowered her head and took half a step back.

Xie Baishi has already come out to welcome Bai Mian's hand.Her red-bottomed blue-rimmed woven cloud cuffs revealed a pair of golden phoenix bead bracelets, a biren ivory-carved bracelet, and a ring inlaid with peony and red jade on her fingers. people.Bai Mian lowered her head to look at her hands in low self-esteem.Xie Bai swept her up and down, and said: "It's hard for my sister, but in fact, there is no need to be so wronged, your cousin's husband's family is very considerate and courteous."

This is because Bai Mian is not wearing filial piety.

Bai Mian came to seek refuge with her cousin Xie Baishi, because her parents met robbers when they went out to see relatives, and they didn't even leave any bones, only heard that they were dead.Bai Mian cried so hard that she struggled to support her at home for more than half a year, but she couldn't bear it any longer, so she had to go to her cousin.

As a filial daughter, she should still be wearing mourning attire, but thinking of her cousin's newly-married, it would be bad luck for her to come to someone's house in a white linen mourning dress!Therefore, I had no choice but to dispose of it according to the authority, and changed into a white dress, only taking a different color, but the material and style are all homely, even the hair and body decorations are the same, only silverware, plain belt, not linen.

This is justified in terms of etiquette.Just like during the national mourning period, the people all over the country wear mourning for the emperor. It does not mean that everyone has to cut sackcloth, but only white, and joy is forbidden.However, Bai Mian is really aggrieved by such a comparison of obedience.

Xie Baishi was still as smart and transparent as before, and Bai Mian's eyes were hot when he clicked out a sentence, "Cousin...what did you say. My sister and brother-in-law are newly married, out of emotion and reason, how can I behave like that?" It’s disrespectful even in front of the old man. My cousin is willing to accept my hard life, and I’m already grateful.”

As the saying goes, people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot.Xie Bai is nostalgic and polite.If Bai Mian really dared to take it seriously, he would change back to a full set of sackcloth and mourning clothes, and he would not have to stay in the corner of the hedge.

Seeing that she was sensible, Xie Bai became more fond of her, and asked her mother-in-law to tidy up the room for her to live in, and told her to treat her like a young lady.Bai Mian knew what was good and bad, she didn't dare to be as delicate as a young lady, and rushed to do things, except for the work that was too clumsy for her to intervene, and for the rest, she shared the labor for Xie Bai.Xie Baishi treated her more and more, and secretly planned to train her to be a good helper, to deal with her together for a few years, and when she was old, he was willing to pay a little dowry to help her find a good husband, so that her husband and wife would be better off in the future , can also be used as Xie Bai's arm outside.

Bai Mian somewhat guessed what Xie Bai meant, knew that his fate depended on Xie Bai, so he showed respect to Xie Bai.

Until one day, Bai Mian helped tidy up the study.

This is the first time she has entered her cousin-in-law's study.I saw that the room was brightly decorated, with a row of large windows on the south side, a few clumps of pines and bamboos were planted outside, but the greenery did not block out the sunlight. The furniture was made of rosewood in the whole hall, and the craftsmanship was not that trivial. The style, the structure is straight and simple, the paint color is subtle and moist, and the exquisite production is everywhere.There is nothing else on the desk except a rosewood carving pen stand, a blue ground fine magnetic pen wash, a blue tear-eyed inkstone, and a few thin books.On the east side, there are three large bookshelves in a row. The lower drawers are all covered with small copper locks, and the upper open shelves are covered with thin bamboo curtains. It can be vaguely seen that the books inside are full.

Bai Mian needs to help with dusting and arranging a few utensils.Xie Bai thought the servant was stupid, and she was afraid of being tired because she was pregnant, so she handed it over to Bai Mian.

That day, Master Xie 18 years ago was not supposed to be in the study.

But he showed up.

When he appeared, he had nothing else to do, only took a pen and paper, as if he wanted to learn.Bai Mian has met him not many times, but every time he feels that he has a kind of majesty, which makes people's legs weak.Especially on this day.She whispered hello and wanted to escape.Mr. Xie held a pen and asked, "I heard that you can also read?"

Bai Mian said: "Returning to my brother-in-law, I only read the Daughter's Sutra, not any words learned."

Mr. Xie shook his head and said, "What are you talking about! You are not a servant, so you don't need to imitate the tone of the five disciples."

Bai Mianhong's face turned red, and he hesitated in response.Elder Xie said again: "You don't need to be too modest. I know you have read poetry and books, why don't you write a sentence?"

Bai Mian wanted to resign, Mr. Xie took a medium-thick and fine brush, dipped it in ink for Bai Mian, tested the tip of the brush on the Yueqing lotus petal brush holder of Baishe Kiln, and handed the brush to Bai Mian .

Bai Mian was still quite fond of brushing and ink back then, but after more than a year of being unfamiliar with it, he still had a bit of skill, so he took it and wrote on the paper: "Don't worry about others."

It was she who read the sentences in the neighbor's playbook and didn't quite understand them. She just felt beautiful and couldn't help writing them out.

It is arranged vertically, and the word worry is stretched apart.Mr. Xie frowned slightly, and said: "The word sorrow is about to cross the river, and the heart of autumn is divided into two halves. Why is this?"

Bai Mian stared blankly, at a loss as to where to start to answer.

Master Xie pointed to that sentence and said, "Do you know how to explain this sentence?"

Bai Mian doesn't understand.

Master Xie stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled.

A person who has always been so serious, when he smiles, only the lines of his facial features melt slightly, just like the ice flowers on the window in the cold winter warming up, that little blur.

Bai Mian only felt a little foggy and confused in his heart.

Master Xie's voice also softened: "Do you read it?"

Bai Mian then read: "Don't let Qiu Xin down."

Master Xie's smile became even more harmonious.

No one explained this line of poem to Bai Mian, she met face to face in the playbook of the neighbor's house, but she just saw the flowers in the fog and thought it was beautiful, but she couldn't tell what the "beauty" was.She also doesn't know many characters, not even the word "sorrow". It just so happened that the six characters in the neighbor's playbook were written vertically, so she took it upon herself to break down the word "sorrow" into the word "Autumn Heart". Recognized, only Taoist poems are always five or seven characters, and seven characters are just right. Where did I guess that it was originally a sentence in the word, and there were only six characters.Fortunately, there is a famous sentence in Wu Mengchuang's "Tang Duoling": "Where to form sorrow, leave people's heart to go to autumn", it also breaks down the word "sorrow" to make poetry, so Mr. Xie touches the poetic sentiment, but I think Bai Mian is so simple and elegant , So naive and cute, he smiled.

I heard that any sincere smile can't last longer than a snap of your fingers.Shorter than epiphyllum.If it lasts longer, it will be a false smile.

After snapping his fingers, Bai Mian retreated from the study.Mr. Xie looked serious again. L