Lin Daiyu, who was far away in Suzhou, took a nap unconsciously, and went to Mourning Hongxuan again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This small courtyard at the foot of the West Mountain is bathed in the silence of the sunset. Look up and see the mountains lush and green, half of the peaks bathed in the glow. Lin Daiyu came to the door, pushed the door in, the courtyard was still quiet, two simple corridors, a bush of bamboo covered by the half open window of Mourning Hongxuan, and there was no one.

Daiyu walked closer to Mourning Hongxuan, only to see that the note on the door had changed from "three" to "two", she pushed open the door, and the table full of manuscript paper was still the same as when she left the last time, and even the wind did not blow into the window, allowing them to move a little.

The emaciated middle-aged Confucian student didn't know where he went, seeing that he used to write the manuscript so obsessively, the manuscript was not finished, but the person put down the pen and disappeared.

Daiyu's heart swelled with an indescribable sadness.

She went into the room, sorted out the manuscripts one by one, divided them into chapters, and arranged them into a book, and sat down in the chair and looked at them carefully:

"It is said that under the nonsensical cliffs and green ridges of the Great Wilderness Mountain, there is a piece of ......"

Looking at the beginning, Daiyu couldn't help but purse her lips and smile: How can there be such a mountain name and cliff name, even if it is a book and an article, it is too funny. Continue to look down, only to see that the piece of colorful jade on Baoyu's body is actually a colored stone refined by the ancient heavens, and the leper monk and the lame Taoist are also monks with extraordinary origins.

When she saw the Zhuzhu grass on the bank of the Ling River, her heart moved, and she looked closely, only to see that the manuscript wrote that the Shenying attendant who was made of stone often irrigated with nectar, thus causing this public case of "returning tears", and there were people from the too illusory realm such as police illusion to participate in it. It's just that what kind of character is Shen Ying, and who is Jiang Zhu? The characters written on this manuscript seem to be immortals but not immortals, like Buddhas but not Buddhas, and they are not ordinary Sifan and elopement, which is very novel to read.

Daiyu was stunned for a while, and continued to look, and saw a squire named Zhen Shiyin come out to speak, and the gourd temple next door to his house lived no one else, but his own Mengshi Jia Yu Village.

Looking further down, it is Jia Yucun who got entangled in Beijing to catch the exam, Zhen Shiyin lost his daughter at the Lantern Festival, the gourd temple was blown up and went away, and life is impermanent, just in these few pages.

Daiyu read carefully, and occasionally had doubts, so she stopped and thought silently, and then turned the page down. and saw the kidnapper selling Yinglian, Xue Pan beat someone to death, only to know that these two chapters were written about Xiangling's family affairs. Looking at Jia Yucun's indiscriminate judgment of the case, she immediately wrote a letter to Jia Zheng to invite her pet, and then sent a little novice in the gourd temple where she lived during the tribulation, and she suddenly realized that her master turned out to be such a treacherous and impermanent, villain who didn't want to repay his kindness, but it was not only Zhen Shiyin's family who mislooked him, but also his own family.

Look at it again, it is written that she lost her brother and mother at a young age, and took a boat to her grandfather's house under her father's earnest advice; There are also a few words written about the two treasures of Jiafu and Zhenfu.

Looking at the world she lives in from the manuscript, Daiyu feels that it is both familiar and novel, and it is full of tastes. She moved the inkstone next to the desk, rolled up her sleeves and took a brush, dipped it in the inkstone, paused for a moment, and wrote on a blank piece of paper:

"Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears.

Duyun is an idiot, who understands the taste. ”

A delicate hand, all appeared on the paper, the ink was wet, and gradually soaked into the rice paper. Daiyu put down the brush and was about to read it carefully, when she suddenly saw a line of small red characters quietly appearing next to the poem she had just written:

"This poet found that she couldn't bear to be more deceitful."

Daiyu was very surprised, and touched the paper with her hand, it was just an ordinary familiar announcement sold on the market, not a fairy scroll, how could there be such a strange handwriting? She pressed down the panicked heartbeat and said one more:

"What's the explanation?"

When the ink was about to dry, a continuation appeared:

"'Absurd words', fuzi is empty, 'bitter tears', and hidden pain." Duyun 'is afraid of me, and there are few who know me. ”

Daiyu's hand trembled, almost dropped the brush on the paper, she held the pen tightly, stabilized her mind, dipped in ink again to write on the rice paper, her fingers trembled unconsciously, and it took a long time to finish writing this difficult sentence:

"Who is the author of this book?"

The ink stains gradually seeped into the paper, and Lin Daiyu's eyes didn't dare to blink, almost holding her breath, staring at the rice paper. After a while, a few lines of small characters slowly appeared on the paper, but this time the handwriting was very sloppy, and it looked like someone could not hide his sadness and wrote it with tears:

"Those who can understand have bitter tears, crying into this book, Chinese New Year's Eve, the book is not finished, Qin is gone for tears, and the rest of the crying is waiting for tears." Every time I think about it, I ask Brother Shi again to Qingganfeng, why don't you meet a leper monk? Sad! Now and then, I hope that the Creator will produce another celery and fat, which is a blessing for the book, and the remaining two people are also happy to be in Jiuquan. ”

"A no-day August tear pen."

Lin Daiyu read these lines of small words with bated breath, and inexplicably felt that her eyes were sore, and tears were in her eyelashes. Come to think of it, Lin Daiyu was created by the author's pen, condensing the author's half-life efforts, with such a heavy internal situation, it is like a relationship between father and brother, and suddenly heard the news of death, how can you not be sad?

Daiyu covered her tears with a handkerchief, endured her grief and meditated, the word "Qin" should be the middle-aged person who wrote the article, and what does the word "fat" mean? People often say that the daughter of the boudoir is often replaced by "fat powder", thinking that the "fat" written by someone who doesn't know who should be a strange woman accompanied by the author "Qin".

At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the paper resting aside, the red letters gradually faded away, and suddenly many small black characters rolled out like wheels:

"Someone posted on the Red Chamber Forum again!!"

"The crowd of melons is watching!!"

"Onlookers +1 !!"

"It's been a long time since anyone came to this forum...... Silent"

"The landlord's font is so beautiful, where did I download it? Find the link ......"

"'Master of the Red Mansion', the landlord is so domineering!"

"Water experience stickers? Brick home post? ”

"I don't know who made the post last time, which caused a debate among several red experts, and I was so enthusiastic that I couldn't wait for it, I don't know if there was any excitement to watch this time?"

"Flooded passers-by......"

"Silently take the experience and leave......"