Mrs. Mei suddenly threw out this sentence, like a thorn on me, I felt that my calm kung fu was also first-class, although I was stunned in my heart, the spoon was still very stable, and I didn't shake it for a while, I handed the soup to my mouth and sipped it gently.

It's just that the soup is salty and cold, but I can't taste it at all.

Mrs. Mei looked at me with a smile: "Do you think this thing is unusual?"

I nodded and said, "It's nothing, it is said that during the reign of the Holy Ancestor, there was a sixteen-year-old young genius who was famous for his moss-scarred and heavy poems. ”

"That's right, a little talented young man just loves to be pretentious, so he can do some weird things. Mrs. May smiled: "Did you say?"

"What Aunt May said is, I think so too. ”

After rinsing my mouth after the meal, Mrs. Mei strongly invited me to go to the back garden for a walk, and dissipate my heart: "When this house was rebuilt, at that time Yu'er was still young, and my sister was still alive, because the rainy season of Huangmei in the south is very long, and said that if you want to visit the garden in the rainy season, you can't have fun stepping on the wet mud in the rain, that is, the clothes are not afraid of getting wet, but people can't afford to get wet." So at that time, a long verandah was built, and a small lake was dug up, and when it rained, it passed over the lake, and the rain dripped on the eaves, and it all fell back into the lake, and in summer, the lake was full of green lotus leaves, which was called good. ”

Isn't that good? You're just going to give me the Vienna New Year's Concert right now, and I sound like grinding cotton on the same tune.

The owner of this name is ...... In fact, since it came out of Mrs. May's mouth, there is no need to guess who this person is.

Speaking of which, I haven't known each other for a day or two, but I don't know what Shen Ye's name is now...... It's just that now is not the time to care about the little things that don't matter.

Baoyu ran away from home, how could this be? What about Daiyu? Did something happen to her?

Mrs. Mei and I walked slowly along the corridor paved with mahogany boards, quiet and beautiful flowers blooming in the rain, and the slender maids followed behind them with various purple bamboo bone paper umbrellas painted with ink, they wore various colors of pinched waist butterfly butterfly collar long vests, which seemed to be the uniform dress of the Shen Mansion, pink, green, yellow, primrose, late autumn fragrance, jade, moon white, wormwood green, lotus lotus, pine flowers, more moving and graceful than the flowers in the courtyard outside...... The sound of light footsteps and skirts rustling on the wooden floor of the long cloister was far more beautiful than the sound of rain in the lake on the eaves.

If it weren't for something on my mind, I would definitely feel that the scene was far away from the hustle and bustle at this time, and it was as beautiful as a picture.

"As soon as this corridor was repaired, my sister passed away, although it was repaired for her, but she never came, but I came a lot, and when it rained, I was not interested. ”

"Yes, it's sunny and rainy, but it's more peaceful on rainy days. ”

"Does Brother Feng like it here?"

"It's beautiful, who doesn't love it. But I hadn't been to the garden during the days I'd been here, and I didn't know anything about it. ”

Mrs. Mei looked back at me and said in a very gentle tone: "What does it matter, I will often come and go in the future, and some will have the opportunity to come here to enjoy." ”

I couldn't resist asking about the news of Jiafu again. In fact, I think my origin is clear to Mrs. Mei, and she definitely intended to mention Baoyu's departure. But I don't know what she meant.

Me and her...... There should be no conflict of interest.

She's a very practical person, like ...... Sister Feng in the past.

In a way, they are one type of person.

However, she has something in her that Sister Feng does not have...... Sister Feng doesn't have any real foresight, her two scheming are passive, once Jia Rui and once Second Sister You. Other than this, she doesn't have any deep and long-term plans at all, and she doesn't have any big scheming.

But Mrs. Mei in front of her is much more dangerous. She feels like a sword hidden in a sheath, you know it's dangerous, but you don't know when it's going to come out of its sheath or in what direction it's pointing.

The weather was cold, the breeze was moist, and my back was slightly cold.

"Brother Feng, do you say it's better in Jiangnan or Beijing?"

We walked to the lake, and there was a pool of water under the planks, and the echo of our footsteps was a little hollow. I replied, "I don't know about others, but I think Jiangnan is good." ”

"Oh, isn't the capital good?" she asked, looking back at her as she seemed interested.

"If I am a man who wants to do business, then I naturally want to say that the capital is good, but I am not, and the capital is not bad, but I prefer Jiangnan. ”

"That's good," she nodded approvingly: "I think so too, so I don't live in the capital for most of the year." What do you say in the old poems? Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and I know ...... That's right. ”

"But the person who wrote the poem is not in Jiangnan. ”

Mrs. Mei laughed out loud: "Yes, even if those beetle men can write a few good poems, what they love more in their hearts is fame." ”

I laughed too. There are two people I have seen who call those people beetles. In addition to Mrs. Mei, Baoyu also said.

When she talked about Lu Beetle, it was not Baoyu's simple disdain for not knowing the world, but a kind of detachment that saw all the sails.

But this one person who said Lu beetle is right in front of him, where is Baoyu? Where is he? What happened to him?