Chapter Twenty-Eight
The cry gradually became louder, with a bit of a sad feeling. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info Jiang Lingyi was a little anxious, and hurriedly walked to the door, wanting to push it, only to hear Jiang's voice come out and say, "They killed my child, they didn't let me give birth to a child." ”
Jiang Lingyi was shocked when she heard this.
Jiang has been married to Xu Mansion for more than ten years, but there is nothing to do, it turns out that someone is behind the scenes, so I feel cold as water when I think about it.
Jiang cried for a while, and his voice gradually lowered.
Mrs. Zhao also persuaded, "You are still young, take care of it for a few years, and maybe you can regenerate." ”
Jiang Lingyi had mixed feelings in her heart, fortunately, she had already decided not to leave, otherwise she was afraid that she would be upset when she thought of her aunt in the future.
When I think about it like this, I feel that there is a providence in the dark.
She thought about changing her name and surname, but after all, she was Jiang Lingyi back.
She thought about leaving the Xu Mansion, but after all, she couldn't escape, and it seemed that there was a force that dragged her tightly in the direction she was supposed to make, and she couldn't break free.
Jiang Lingyi thought about it for a while, and then she was relieved, since she couldn't escape, why didn't she accept it generously?
Even if she returns to the Xu Mansion, she is no longer the cowardly Jiang Lingyi, she has enough courage and determination to protect herself and her aunt, what else is there to worry about?
The girl came back not long after, a little apologetic, "The girl has been waiting for a long time." ”
The two estimated the time, and then took refreshments to the living room, where Mrs. Zhao and Jiang had returned to normal, but Jiang's face was very bad, revealing a sense of sadness and grief.
Jiang Lingyi took two steps forward, "Auntie's face is not good, why don't we go back to the room!" ”
Jiang Chao Zhao arrived at Mrs. Xie, and then took Jiang Lingyi back to the room.
Jiang was in a very bad mood, and when she entered the room, she said to Jiang Lingyi, "You go back first, I want to stay alone." ”
Jiang Lingyi is an unmarried daughter, even if she knows the reason for Jiang's distress, she can't open her mouth to comfort, so she has to retreat according to her words, "Then aunt have a good rest." ”
Dinner was served in the room, Xiaolan Xiaoju brought dinner, and only said, "Madame said that she was not feeling well, she had already rested, and told us to bring food to the girl, and the girl will use it, and we will go to serve Madame." "The food here is much better than the isolation room, but Jiang Lingyi can't eat it at all.
In the summer, the nights are always very late, and the house is stuffy and the people are dry.
Jiang Lingyi got up and pushed the window, it seemed that someone was playing the flute, and he couldn't hear it clearly intermittently.
Jiang Lingyi sat by the window and was distracted.
As the night deepened, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, and the sound of the flute seemed to be closer, as if it was piercing the sky, spreading bit by bit, melodious and tactful, endlessly. With an endless clear breath, it came into Jiang Lingyi's ears.
Slowly, there seemed to be a little more affection in the song, there was a kind of hidden regret that could not be asked for a flash, but more resolutely, this flute sound only felt that the depression in her heart was swept away in Jiang Lingyi's ears.
She hadn't heard a tune like this in a long time, the flute over and over again, over and over again.
This tune became clearer and clearer, and gradually converged into a poem in Jiang Lingyi's mind, "The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren, and then the water side, tracing back to it, the road is blocked and long, and the tracing is like being in the middle of the water." ”
Listening to it again, this tone became more and more lingering and compassionate, as if it was a handsome boy telling the woman in his heart about his love and determination not to give up.
Jiang Lingyi remembered the scene in the Xu family that life.
At that time, she heard this flute for the first time, and it was also a song with affection. It's not the one I hear now.
Unconsciously she followed the music to a pavilion in the garden, and saw the harmonious scene of Piano, and her eyes poured out of his figure, and the shadow of the beautiful woman.
The heart is astringent, and he turns around and is about to leave.
Cheng Jin'er had already seen her and called, "Sister Jiang, since you're here, come and sit down!" ”
Jiang Lingyi didn't know how to refuse at that time, so she just walked over and sat there, shrinking her hands and feet.
Xu Boqing didn't look at her, but carefully wiped her sweat for Cheng Jin'er.
Cheng Jin'er was pregnant for the first time, and she was most afraid of heat, so she smiled at Jiang Lingyi, "My sister was also attracted by Xianggong's flute, right?" Xianggong's flute sound is melodious, and it is the most beautiful, especially this one Guan Ju," he said and glanced at Xu Boqing, with affection.
Only then did he say with annoyance, "Look at me, my sister doesn't understand what Guan Ju is, it's me who is too talkative." ”
Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman.
Jiang Lingyi knows that in the Xu Mansion for more than a year, she learned from the Book of Three Characters to the Book of Poetry, but after all, she couldn't learn Cheng Jin'er's ladylike temperament.
She didn't dare to say it after all, even if she said I understand, she didn't dare.
Cheng Jin'er laughed again, "Does my sister think Xianggong's song is good?" ”
Jiang Lingyi nodded subconsciously, "It's good." ”
Cheng Jin'er smiled more and more happily, "My sister has to read more poetry books, so that the next time I hear the song, I can hear the poetry expressed in the song." Otherwise it's a bit like."
Cast pearls before swine.
She didn't finish.
Jiang Lingyi said goodbye. Flee in a hurry.
Xu Boqing's gentle reprimand voice came from behind him, "You, you, when did you learn to beat around the bush like this." ”
Cheng Jin'er muttered, "People are happy, what's the matter, are you distressed?" ”
Xu Boqing smiled, "How can I feel sorry for her?" I wonder what's in your little head? As long as you're happy. His voice was full of pampering.
Women are sensitive, and Jiang Lingyi's small mind did not escape Cheng Jin'er's insight after all.
Women are jealous,
Cheng Jin'er doesn't like her.
She doesn't like Cheng Jin'er either.
Jiang Lingyi always thought that Cheng Jin'er finally told her that she could hear the poetry in the song if she read more poetry books, just to make fun of her.
Now that I think about it, Cheng Jiner is not wrong.
It's just that although she read so many books at that time, she was superficial after all, and she didn't see through the meaning of the book.
Yue'er hung high, and the sound of the flute did not mean to stop. Jiang Lingyi remembered the past, and when she listened to the flute again, it was not a taste in every way.
Jiang Lingyi pushed open the door, followed the corridor, and walked to the end, where a slender man leaned on the edge of the corridor, blowing leisurely.
Jiang Lingyi looked at it and couldn't help but glance at it, "Young Master Xu, playing the flute in the middle of the night, isn't it a gentleman's doing?" ”
Xu Boqing put down the flute and said with a smile, "You are still as bad as before." ”
Be a wet blanket?
Jiang Lingyi thought about it, and sure enough,
In her previous life, she spoiled their landscape.
This life spoiled his scenery again.
However, her skin is thicker than before, so she can't run away.
She just sneered, "Naturally, I can't compare to your cousin Jin'er, and you don't have to laugh at me." Anyway, in the future, under the same roof, everyone's well water will not interfere with the river water, so it will be fine. ”
She had really decided to go back to Xu's house.
Xu Boqing was secretly happy, and only pretended to be sorry and said, "Do you want to go back to Xu's house?" Then what will you do if you want to marry me in the future? We've high-fived, you won't regret it. ”
Jiang Lingyi couldn't see Xu Boqing's face the most now, she was so annoying, she finally said angrily, "If you marry a pig or a dog, you won't be married." ”
Xu Boqing smiled evilly, "You must remember what you said." ”
She called him and handed over a letter, "Young Master Xu, please help me give it to him." ”
Xu Boqing looked at the letter. In the hand, it is light and fluttering, but heavy.
"Okay." He said in a deep voice.