Daiyu of the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

Yun Jian remembers his first meeting with Die Xiaohua.That scene seemed to have been engraved into his bone marrow, and he didn't know when he would forget it.Maybe until death closed his eyes.

But before that, he didn't even have the slightest premonition about it.

At that time, Jincheng was sitting in the middle of winter, and he didn't know that he would welcome a famous actress.

At that time, Fengyun hadn't met the flower buds on the branches.

At that time, Tantai's family held a funeral.

The talented scholar of Jincheng, whose literary name is also known as Yunjian, is named after Tantai.His mother passed away.

Tantai has a brilliant literary talent, but he is a bit dull when it comes to people and the world.After his mother passed away, he was even more in a daze.He even thought that he probably passed out for a while, because there was a memory that was blank for him.When he regained consciousness, the maid had already cleaned up the mess in the house, borrowed a flatbed truck from somewhere to store it, and the neighbor woman who came to help combed his mother's hair, washed her face, and even put on clean robes.They all testified that Tan Taiyi did not faint, but just sat beside her for a long time.

They persuaded Tantai to cheer up quickly and take care of the funeral?

"Funeral..." Tantai couldn't react for a moment.How to do this?As a filial son, isn't it "just mourning"?

"There are so many things to do!" They wrung their fingers and pointed out to him: report the funeral, decorate the mourning hall, buy linen, white flowers, paper money, and incense candles, find a coffin, find a cemetery, go to the Lizheng to get rid of the funeral, find someone to do things, hire someone to carry The coffin, find someone to burn the white mat... The more Tan Taiyi listened, the more desolate and hopeless he felt, and wished he could pass by again.

A group of kind-hearted people relieved his troubles.At that time, the people in the room suddenly felt that there were broken bricks and chaotic tiles flying outside, cursing and roaring together.Even though the New Year's fireworks are not so lively—wait a minute, those guys outside actually lit a few big firecrackers and threw them into the house!

So everyone jumped out like a mouse with its paws scorched, not to mention the burnt out, the intruders talked all over, counting on Tantai's family for borrowing money and not repaying it.Death penalty death penalty!That fierce look.It was almost as if they were going to execute their capital crime on the spot.

Yun Jian was drinking with the princes in Jingezi.

It was mid-winter, and the air was so cold that it was transparent and clear, and it seemed that the crisp sound of ice lings could be heard with a flick of the hand.The sun was white, the ground was slippery, the stove in the pavilion was burning hot, and the scent of orchid musk was strong.Yun Jian drank a few more glasses of wine, and his body became hot.Suddenly, he became inexplicably irritable, wrapped in fox fur and went outside to get some air, and saw a group of people rushing to watch a good show on the street: "Uncle Nangong is demanding debts before the festival!" "Who is urging?" "Tantai?"" Which egg platform B?" "Which one else? The genius of the Tantai family! The living god of poetry!" "Ah, him! Uncle Nangong doesn't respect the gentleness. Give him a grace?" I have borrowed money from him. I have borrowed it on and off for so many years, and the interest rate is scary. His mother just died, and the funeral will cost money. Why don’t you lose all your family fortune? Uncle Nangong must be impatient!” “Then It's useless to force him! Don't tell him not to attend the funeral? Poor scholar, he has no money to kill!" "I guess, Master Nangong is planning to snatch him back." What if you take it back?" "He can write poems! Lock him up and ask him to write poems only for Uncle Nangong, wouldn't that be a great honor?" "This..."

"Wow!"

The horse gallops like the wind.The knight on the horse, with his robe fluttering, looks awe-inspiring and proud.

"Ah, thank you, Second Young Master!" "Where did you go?" "This is really a good show!"

The idlers are happy.

After all, their footsteps cannot compare with the speed of horseshoes, nor can they catch up with Uncle Nangong's ability to judge the situation.When these idlers arrived, Uncle Nangong had already shook hands with Xie Yunjian and Tantai to make peace, as if they were always in such a friendly mood.The ruffians in Tsing Yi next to them all laughed together, it was rare that they didn't make any foul language, they just stood on both sides so obediently, if they were given a few more lupine golden halberds, they could serve as a guard of honor.

Xie Yunjian sent off Uncle Nangong, and solemnly extended an invitation to Tantaiyi to join Xie's private school.It is difficult for Tantai to refuse firmly.The funeral of Mrs. Tantai was naturally decided by Yunjian, and Xie's mansion was responsible for it.

This matter was done happily, and friends surrounded Yunjian, saying that they should have a drink.

Yun Jian said: "How unreasonable!" He went to Tantai old lady's spirit to burn incense first.

So a group of people followed and filed incense, and wreaths of everything came.As for the elegiac couplet, Tantai can write a whole family by himself.In order to avoid his handwriting alone in the audience, Yun Jian and other people helped to write. There are also sayings that "Sanskrit singing is like asking questions, and it also pays attention to love when it comes to seclusion"; ""The flowing light destroys the dream, the fairy face rewards the ancient road; weeping farewell to the branch, the heaven's will is cold and fragrant" and other good sentences.

When Tan Taiyi picked up the brush, he didn't even look at it. He swiped it straight down on the paper, the brush was full of smoke, and he made nineteen couplets in a row. He actually interspersed the word "benevolent shadow" in the couplets to make a drawing. sentence.Poetry clubs usually have a way of playing, called "embedding sentences", which is generally limited to one embedding method. If you play the most difficult one, you can embed seven times in a row in a seven-character sentence, which is called "seven songs", which is already the limit.Tan Taiyi actually linked up to [-] songs, exhausting all the combinations of inlays!

The guests were dumbfounded, saying that this must be passed down through the ages.It's just that it was covered by Tantai's body, so people couldn't see it all, and they were going to wait for him to finish writing, and then cut it up and appreciate it to their heart's content.Unexpectedly, after Tantaiyi finished writing, he threw it into the basin of burning paper money.People couldn't save them, they blew on their burnt fingers, stamped their feet and asked, "What are you doing!"

Tan Taiyi didn't answer either.

He never wrote those couplets again.It has become the swan song of Guangling.

As long as the eyes are good and the memory is good, write down a few sentences, such as "the kind bamboo has a shadow in the wind and the sky, and the night lily leaves after the rain", such as "the shadow of the long ditch is gone", such as "the old clothes are still imprinted with kindness". , such as "the shadow of a crane, the sorrow of the wind and wood", such as "the dream of passing away, the sound of walking", such as "the moon fades away, recalling the spring breeze", such as "the star sinks in Baowu", such as "the kindness bamboo frost destroys"-these are all circulated Come down and become a universal lament for women who have died since then.The calligraphy and paper shop specially copied these down, and put them side by side with the "Compendium of Books and Letters". If someone died in the family and couldn't write elegiac couplets, they would order a few copies according to this.

So far, people have lamented that Tantai was burned with foresight-if it was burned a little later, I am afraid that not all the words will be memorized and plagiarized!It's okay to plagiarize other things, but this elegiac couplet is no wonder he is stingy.After this burning, the nineteen elegiac couplets are only enjoyed by Mrs. Tantai.The old lady had a hard life when she was alive, and it is a great honor to have this precious elegiac couplet as a gift after her death!

——Everyone not only praised Tantai for his literary heart and talent, but also praised Yunjian for sympathizing with each other, sympathizing with talents and saving talents, a beautiful job!To celebrate this, they suggest: have a drink!

In order to drink happily, they also found a few good girls who can play and sing, they are really the best in this industry!The so-called musicians.Some serious women think that female prostitutes are too low, claiming that even if they are poor, they will not be prostitutes even if they are killed?Hey!There is a difference between a prostitute and a prostitute!The kind of whore with two legs spread apart can do anything with a hole.But the first-class female prostitutes they are looking for today must be talented, genuine in heart and wisdom, cultivated in previous lives, and excellent in both sex and art, in order to achieve success.

The venue for drinking should also be good.They found the best place in the area: Shenxian Pavilion.

A group of people were about to ascend the pavilion, and they were all stunned suddenly.

Those who have not stepped on the stairs stop moving, those who have stepped on the stairs hold on to the railing and twist their bodies, and those who have already climbed the stairs turn their bodies around like a twist and look out.

Look at the restaurant opposite, a pair of customers.

A man and a woman, one behind the other.

The woman was as thin as a wisp of smoke, wearing a long robe that was too simple in style, and only a silver hairpin was inserted on her head. This silver hairpin was not enough to pull up all her black hair, and the rest of it was loose Hang to the waist.There was water in her eyes, her lips were pale, and there was a touch of red on her cheeks, like a trace of rouge.

At that moment, the geisha who are both excellent in color and art were all compared to a handful of ashes, which could be blown away by the wind, and no one would cherish them.

That woman is really a woman among women, and she is the only one worthy of the title of "beauty".

But she probably doesn't have a lot of money, the only silver hairpin in her body is her ornament, and she only patronizes the restaurant opposite.The restaurant just opened on the opposite side just to catch the light of the Immortal Pavilion, no matter the food and drinks or the decoration, the price has dropped a lot!

As for the man that the woman followed at every step... Ah bah, what kind of man is that!He has moved from middle age to old age, with a bloated waist, a beard thicker than his hair, and a red rosacea nose.This this……

This is more than just a flower stuck in cow dung.This is a bottle of fine wine poured into the cesspit!

Anyone with eyes and a nose can't bear such a thing to happen!

Those who have good deeds will push Yunjian: "Second Young Master, it is better to do good deeds to the end, and save that beauty!"

"Nonsense," Yun Jian said, still rational, "Are you asking me to go and rob good women in broad daylight?"

"It's not broad daylight anymore." A bastard pointed at the sky, "It will be dark soon."

"It's not necessarily a good family," another bastard continued to express his opinion, "Maybe it's a concubine bought forcibly! You don't see a beautiful woman with a frowning frown, and a lot of knots in your heart?"

There was a tut-tsk approval.

"Stop talking nonsense." Yun Jian greeted everyone to sit down.But the wine is tasteless, the food is like wax, and the music of the geisha is not as pleasant as before.Finally Yun Jian smiled bitterly and said: "Sisters, is it because my ears are wrong today, or are you absent-minded in playing?"

The musicians stopped, smiled, and tried to persuade: "Really, the beauty across the street is Caifeng following the crow, even our heart aches when we see her. Second son, if it's convenient for you, why don't you ask seriously. Being able to save her is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

——That beauty is so delicate that even musicians feel pity for her!

Yun Jian had no choice but to go to the opposite restaurant according to the wishes of the crowd. L