As soon as Lin Qingyun entered Jiafu for the first time, he looked out through the screen window when he drove into Ningrong Street.

I also remembered that Daiyu was only six years old when she first entered Jiafu, a little girl's house, just lost her mother, and said goodbye to her father, and came all the way to Jia's house in the capital where she was unfamiliar with her life, and there was only an old mother and a little girl with snow geese around her, how not to be nervous and cautious, I really complained that she was sensitive and inferior, and she cried day by day, and even Xiangyun was compared to a drama She could only leave the table in protest with anger, so she was beaten upside down and said that she was a little and cruel.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind and frost and the sword are strictly pressing.

Turning his head to look at Daiyu beside him, he described her as graceful, with a ruddy complexion, bright eyes, and a smile at the corner of her mouth, no longer Lin Daiyu who "had nothing" in the book.

Lin Qingyun noticed that the carriage entered through the side door of Jia's house, and Daiyu obviously noticed it, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes were lowered. The two changed to a small sedan chair and got off the sedan chair at the second gate, and Zhou Rui's family was already waiting at the second gate. Walking through the verandah, passing through the hall, a red sandalwood shelf marble screen falls in the middle, turning the screen is a small three flower halls, and behind the hall is the main courtyard of Jia's mother.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw several maids standing in front of the main house, and when he saw them arriving, someone had already lifted the curtain and reported inside, "Old lady, the two girls have arrived." ”

A maid lifted the curtain, and Lin Qingyun and Daiyu entered.

Jia's mother's residence is extraordinary, and it is a room full of shallot-like maids. On the couch sat a silver-haired old lady, rich and kind, and beside her stood a young grandmother in plain clothes, and a decent big maid. On the right, there are three women in their forties sitting side by side, and you can guess which one is Mrs. Wang and which one is Mrs. Xing, and the other person is Aunt Xue, the mother of Baochai. On the left side of the sitting Xiangyun, Yingchun, Tanchun, cherishing spring, Baochai, a twelve or thirteen-year-old handsome little boy snuggled up to Jia's mother's side, the identity is about to come out, sure enough, the face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, and a two-color golden butterfly wears a big red arrow sleeve, tied with a colorful silk knot long spike palace silk, covered with a stone blue flower eight groups of forging row spike gown, wearing a blue satin foundation small court boots, with a face like Fu powder, lips like grease, complained that people don't like it.

"Yu'er meets her grandmother/Qingyun has seen the old lady." The two stepped forward to salute, Daiyu made a big salute as her granddaughter, but Lin Qingyun did not kneel.

"Yu'er, hurry up." Mother Jia hurriedly asked the mandarin duck to pick her up, and pulled her to sit beside her, while looking at Lin Qingyun, who had already heard her name. Today, Lin Qingyun is wearing a light gold and pink two-color sprinkled gown, a peach horse-faced skirt, and a pomegranate red feather satin cloak, which sets off the original still a little immature face with a sense of delicacy waiting to be released. Looking at its calm and dignified bearing, clear eyes, and consistent behavior, it is really a rare thing. Jia's mother loves a smart girl with a smart and sharp appearance, and when she saw this Lin Qingyun, she first had a good impression, and while praising it, she ordered the mandarin duck behind her to take out the meeting gift that had been prepared a long time ago: "I can't complain that a few girls in the family are chattering, the eldest girl is really good, and my wife likes it when she sees her for the first time." ”

Mother Jia didn't call her name, nor did she call Miss Lin, she directly called her eldest girl, and the distance was immediately shortened. The table gift prepared is not an ordinary gold bracelet or other things, but a pair of white jade bracelets, the bracelets are transparent and moist and very gratifying. When the jade is more valuable than jadeite, white jade of this color is also very rare, and it is too grand as a meeting gift, not to mention that Lin Qingyun was not the granddaughter of Jia's mother.

Lin Qingyun was about to excuse herself, but Jia's mother said: "Although the eldest girl is not Yu'er's own sister, she is better than her own sister, and Yu'er is not lonely thanks to the eldest girl's sister." I also often hear Yu'er talk about the benefits of the eldest girl, Yu'er's body can improve now, the eldest girl's credit is definitely the first share, I naturally want to thank the eldest girl. Although this white jade bracelet is more expensive, it is not the best, and I also like the big girl to be a person, so I just have to keep it away. ”

Mother Jia's words are not lies, and what she said is sincere, Lin Qingyun is not easy to shirk, but she knows the truth of being useless. Because of the relationship between the original book, she has always been wary of Jia's mother.

"This is my grandmother's heart, and my sister will take it." Daiyu saw that she was embarrassed, and she answered for her.

"Thank you, old lady. The old lady pity, Qingyun deserves to be praised by the old lady so much, the sisters here are better than me, and the old lady is a good blessing. Lin Qingyun gave another salute to the two wives of King Xing and Aunt Xue, and the three of them had their own courtesies, and they had a peer ceremony with Li Kun, and the girls had seen it.

Jia Mu introduced Baoyu again, Lin Qingyun bowed slightly, and her eyes fell on the piece of treasure jade hanging around Jia Baoyu's neck. I also thought that the rules of the Jia family were indeed negligent, or maybe it was special in Baoyu, she was an outsider, Baoyu was twelve, but she stayed in the middle of the ladies to see outsiders, if she was a different person, she would have been annoyed. Lin Qingyun knows Baoyu's temperament, and the Lin family and the Jia family are in-laws, so she barely has a little bit of it, so she doesn't make theories.

She is a guest, and her seat is above Xiangyun, which is close to Daiyu, and naturally not far from Baoyu.

Without waiting for others to say anything, Baoyu first said happily: "Sister Lin, the painting you painted for Sister Lin before is really expressive and novel, it seems that Sister Lin is alive in the painting, but it is a pity that it was given to the ancestors, otherwise I would be leaving, I really like it." Sister Lin, can you help me draw one? Draw Sister Lin, Second Sister, Third Sister, Fourth Sister, and Sister Yun. ”

Xue Baochai lowered his head slightly, but he raised it again in an instant, with a faint smile on his face as usual.

Mrs. Wang frowned and scolded: "Baoyu is talking nonsense again!" Miss Lin is a guest, where is she here to paint for you, and where can the girl's brush and ink be given to people at will? You're confused again. ”

Jia Mu said: "Where is it so strict, speaking of the eldest girl is also Sister Baoyu, even if she paints a picture for her younger brother, it is nothing." Instead, he said to Baoyu: "You kid is too greedy, think that Western paintings are so good to paint?" Your sister Lin said this the first time she came to the door, so you can't scare her. ”

Baoyu didn't dare to make any more fun now because of the training of Mrs. Wang, so she touched her head and smiled silently.

Mother Jia was afraid that the girls would be restrained, and people would see it, so she let them go to the hall to play. Li Kun led the sisters out, and Baoyu followed suit, and the sisters were used to him mixing together, but there were guests today, especially Baochai, who had been trained by Lin Qingyun because of the word "颦颦", frowned in his heart, afraid that Lin Qingyun would not give Baoyu face if he was annoyed for a while, and everyone would not look good.

Baochai had the heart to explain two sentences, but he was afraid that it would be self-defeating, and seeing that Lin Qingyun did not say anything about it, he did not say anything.

Daiyu also knew that Baoyu was a person, and she didn't have as many worries as Baochai, so she said to Lin Qingyun: "Baoyu has been used to playing with her sisters since she was a child, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't be in one place now that she is too old, but if he is left alone, he will inevitably make trouble, and the sisters will not be interesting." After a while, when we arrived at the flower hall, we sat down and set up another table for Baoyu. ”

"It's fine." In the end, this is the Jia family, and the phoenix eggs of the Jia family naturally can't be too harsh, besides, if it weren't for the local customs, Lin Qingyun didn't think that men and women needed to avoid this part.

"You guys are lively in one place, and I'm sitting alone, what's the fun." Baoyu muttered dissatisfied, but only complained, afraid that he would be driven away if he talked too much.

The maids in the flower hall set up the tables, although it was drizzling outside, it did not affect the liveliness of the girls. Xiangyun loves to compose poems, and now there is Jia's mother as the east, the banquet is very rich, and there is even wine, she echoes and agrees with the mention of yì Baoyu Tanchun, others have nothing to do, but they are not happy to be happy.

"I'm not coming, I still have to ask Sister Qingyun to paint, so I won't give you the bottom!" Xichun said it confidently and resolutely, and turned his head to beg Lin Qingyun, without the slightest weakness in pulling the guests away.

Lin Qingyun said with a smile: "I won't participate in poetry writing, I really have no poetry to do, I can't compare to you, the article is easy to come by, which makes people envious and admired." I'm not lazy, you write poems, I'll paint a picture for you. ”

Baoyu had long wanted to see Lin Qingyun's painting skills, so she immediately clapped her hands in agreement, and Xiangyun could only say a few words. Daiyu also knew that Lin Qingyun didn't like to write poetry, so she let her go. Only Baoyu was full of excitement and asked Lin Qingyun what he needed.

Lin Qingyun said: "If you want to do oil painting, there must be not enough time, and the weather is not good, and the paint is difficult to dry. Find two charcoal sticks, it's better to have wicker branches, if you don't have anything else, and then prepare white paper, steamed buns, and you don't need anything else. ”

"Do you want steamed buns to paint?" Xiangyun heard it strangely, and the others were also surprised, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

However, Daiyu had seen her paint that kind of painting, and she pursed her lips and smiled: "No wonder you are confused, I was also surprised when I saw it for the first time." It turns out that my sister's painting method is also passed from the West, what is it called 'sketch', except for the different techniques, it is somewhat similar to Gongbi, but it is more three-dimensional and realistic. My sister wants steamed buns that seem weird, but in fact it is very important, and it is ingenious and interesting to think about. ”

The crowd became more and more curious.

Baoyu sent a little girl to the kitchen to ask for steamed buns and charcoal sticks, and sent someone to his study to get paper.

Lin Qingyun also sighed when he saw him next to him, Baoyu's temperament is really rare, he is not much stronger than those famous disciples, and he can't complain that the girls in the Jia family like him, if he can take responsibility, it is really a good choice to entrust him for life.

The person who went to Baoyu's study when he was young came back, but he was empty-handed, and another handsome maid with shaved shoulders and a beautiful appearance came in, still holding a roll of paper wrapped in oilcloth in her arms. Seeing this person, Lin Qingyun knew that it was Qingwen, she was really outstanding, her facial features were not similar to Daiyu, but her charm was a little similar.

"Qingwen? How did you send it? Baoyu was surprised.

Qingwen said with a smile: "The second master didn't make it clear when he sent the little girl to get things, he only said that he wanted paper to paint, and there was so much paper in the second master's house, what kind of paper do you want?" I was afraid that what I brought would not be suitable and delay Miss Lin's painting, so I personally selected two pieces of paper and sent them over. ”

"Thank you for your hard work, but fortunately you are careful, I carelessly forgot to ask." Baoyu got up as he spoke, took a handkerchief and wiped the rain from the attacker's hair, and everyone in the Jia family was surprised.

Daiyu and the others had already agreed on the topic, and they were thinking about it, when they inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lin Qingyun staring at Qingwen, thinking that she didn't know who it was, so she explained: "That's the girl in the second brother's room, called Qingwen." ”

Lin Qingyun smiled back: "I like her when I see her, but I'm afraid that she is very straight." ”

Daiyu nodded and sighed: "Yes, this girl was born well, I don't know how many people are jealous, and her temperament is very strong, and the little girls below are too strict, and I don't know what to do in the future." "Daiyu is not a resentful and desperate Daiyu trapped in Jia's mansion, not only has her mentality changed, but her horizons have also broadened a lot, and then looking at the Jia family, you can naturally see more deep things.

Lin Qingyun walked to the table with Xichun, several colors of paper one foot wide and two feet long were spread on the table, the colors were snow white, light yellow, thick and thin, and the surface of the paper was smooth as a mirror, with fine lines, and some with light and dark flowers. The paper used to draw sketches is naturally exquisite, but at the moment there is no need to be so picky, but any piece of paper can be painted. Lin Qingyun told Xichun one by one, and picked out a snow-white one with fine lines on it.

"In the end, the pen is made of charcoal, and the uneven surface of the paper can better absorb the color of the charcoal strip, and it is also easy to apply, and the smoother the paper, the better. White is preferable in color, but light yellow is also acceptable. ”

Cherish the spring will be fine, and will be able to ink, such a novel Western painting method only began to contact Lin Qingyun. While listening, I helped to lay out the drawing paper, and the corners were pressed with a paperweight.

After waiting for a while, the little girl finally took the white steamed bun and charcoal strips, and the steamed buns served a plate, and there were seven or eight charcoal strips.

Lin Qingyun tried the charcoal strips one by one, selected a few good ones and lined them up according to the soft and hard, and took a steamed bun and held it in his hand. At that time, I didn't say a word, and the people in the kitchen didn't know it, and the steamed buns delivered were hot. Break the steamed buns and set them aside, and it will cool down quickly according to this kind of weather.

At this time, the few people who wrote poems over there had finished thinking and began to write on paper.

Lin Qingyun observed for a while, conceived the layout of the characters in his heart, and then picked up the hardest charcoal bar and quickly sketched it on the paper. The components of the sketch are very simple, points, lines, and planes, first outline the general characters and layout, set the unified light and projection, and then make adjustments to be meticulous. Lin Qingyun is accustomed to starting from the face of the character, especially the eyes are the place to convey the spirit, and it takes the most effort, dealing with the facial features and then down, the neck, the clothes on the body, the hands, etc. Sketching is different from white drawing, and the whole body is not delicately depicted, the highlight part is the most delicate, and then gradually transitions, and the shadow is blurred, but it does not mean that the shadow can be blurred, and there are also light and dark changes in it.

Xichun watched her sometimes use a "pen" and sometimes use her fingers to smear black shadows of different shades, and finally understood the wonderful use of steamed buns, which are actually used to make up for mistakes or modify the heavier shadows.

Several people who wrote poems have been graded, and Baoyu has fallen first.

Everyone laughed and tasted again, and then they all came to Lin Qingyun's side to watch her paint. Lin Qingyun is used to drawing, his hand speed is very fast, and the paper is not very large, so the painting is almost completed in an hour and a half. Finally, after looking at it again, after a few touches, he put down the charcoal strip and asked for water to wash his hands.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! The first time Baoyu saw this kind of painting, she was surprised, surprised, admired and amazed, and even grabbed the painting and said first: "Sister Lin, give me this painting!" I will have them carefully framed and hung on the wall, so that no one will rub it on the wall. If Sister Lin likes anything, just say it, but if I have it, Sister Lin can just take it, as long as I keep this painting. ”

Baoyu not only loves this kind of painting, but also loves the people in the painting.

Although this painting is not large and does not take a long time, there are many characters in it. The main portrayal is a few poets, Daiyu, Baochai, Xiangyun, Yingchun, Tanchun, Baoyu, Li Kun, several people for thinking about the topic of the poem their own actions, because of Lin Qingyun's preference, Daiyu Baochai is not only the whole body into the painting, but also the most delicate portrayal, Xiangyun and Baoyu head to ear laughing, Yingchun sat at the table and only exposed the upper body, Tanchun turned his head to talk to Li Kun, Li Kun only showed the silhouette. In addition, the close Zijuan, Ying'er, Cuiwi, Siqi, Shishu, Qingwen, and Suyun are all in the painting, and even Lin Qingyun and Xichun are also in the corner of the picture scroll, and they can't see the description of painting with their heads down, but Xichun is focused. In addition, there are some little girls who only show their hands, show their heads, or their backs, etc., and the attackers are also present, but Lin Qingyun knows that her back is in the painting, but the attackers are not worried about the girls in the Baoyu room, so she called the little girl under the corridor to pass the word.

Although there are only a few main characters in the whole painting, the other girls in the background can identify their identities by virtue of their clothing, movements, body size, and demeanor, which shows Lin Qingyun's skills.

The other sisters were also amazed, and loved it very much, but Baoyu had already opened her mouth first, and they didn't want it anymore if they knew Baoyu's temperament, and they didn't want to come.

Lin Qingyun said with a smile: "Since Second Master Bao likes it, then I'll give it to you, but this painting looks good at first glance, but it is not superior. This is painted with charcoal strips, the charcoal powder on the top is easy to fall, can not be touched, can not be damp, can not be directly sunny, otherwise it is not conducive to preservation, but even so, after a long time, the charcoal powder on the top will naturally fall off. If Bao Er Ye really likes it, just roll it up and store it to avoid moisture. ”

"It's a lot of work." Xiangyun is staggered.

"As it should be! It's just that my sister is too humble, this is a rare good painting! The sincerity of Baoyu's praise is not fake, and the love in his eyes is overflowing.

Lin Qingyun is naturally happy that his paintings can be so affirmed and liked.

Every Qiē in the flower hall here was secretly watched by Jia Mu, and when the news came, Jia Mu was calling Mrs. Wang to talk.

Hearing the news from the little girl, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law reacted differently, and Mother Jia saw that Lin Qingyun was indeed special. Although Western things are not rare in these years, it is not so easy to learn Western things, the most important thing is the way, it is obvious that Lin Qingyun has this way, whether it is given by the Lin family, or her own fate, it is always her value. Mrs. Wang frowned slightly, feeling that Lin Qingyun was too unresponsible, what kind of Western painting did a girl born in the countryside, the key was to hook Baoyu, and she was obviously the same fox as Jia Min Daiyu!

Mother Jia really praised a few words, and Mrs. Wang echoed with a smile.

"What do you have to tell the old lady to call her daughter-in-law?" Mrs. Wang asked.

"What do you think of this Lin Qingyun?"

Mrs. Wang was stunned for a moment, and became more and more puzzled: "What the old lady said ......?"

Seeing that Mrs. Wang wanted to be crooked, Mother Jia dismissed the girls and said to her: "I look at her well, like a blessed person, and she can also be a housekeeper, and it is very good to be a daughter-in-law." Yu'er's father is already a first-class member, and the Lin family's family is getting higher and higher, but unfortunately Min'er is gone, and the Lin family is also estranged from our family. Daiyu is still young, and she can't talk about family affairs, so this Lin Qingyun is a good choice. ”

Mrs. Wang couldn't hide her surprise, and almost thought that Mother Jia was going to tell Lin Qingyun to Baoyu, but fortunately remembered that although Lin Qingyun was the daughter of the Lin family, she was only the daughter of Xiucai. Moreover, Guan Jia's mother seems to have an idea, and she just listens to it, and it has nothing to do with her anyway.

"The second child, who do you think is the right age for our children?"

Mrs. Wang has been married to the Jia family for twenty or thirty years, and has been a housekeeper's wife, so she naturally knows the people of the Jia family, and when she saw Jia's mother asking, she thought about it carefully, and said: "It's rare that the old lady likes her like this, she is now in the Lin family, and her identity can't be judged according to the past, even if it is enough for our children." Brother Rong's daughter-in-law was like this at the beginning, although Brother Rong's daughter-in-law was gone, but when she was alive, the husband and wife were also extremely harmonious, which shows that the birth of the family is not the most important, the most important thing is to act in a temperament. ”

Mother Jia listened to what she said, her eyes were cold, but she reprimanded quietly on her face: "What do you do with a dead man!" No matter how good Rong's daughter-in-law is, she is blessed, I hurt her in vain, and mentioning her only makes my wife sad. ”

"It's the daughter-in-law who said the wrong thing, the old lady forgive me." Mrs. Wang immediately got up to plead guilty, but she didn't care in her heart. Who doesn't know what happened to Qin Keqing, if it weren't for that identity, how could Jia Rong marry the adopted daughter of a mere camp, and Jia's mother would love her so much? However, thinking that Qin Keqing was dead, and his daughter was made a concubine, his heart became happy again.

She is the biological mother of the concubine, doesn't her daughter listen to the old lady instead of her mother? Just wait for the effort to tell the mother, and I am not afraid that the good relationship will not be successful.

Mother Jia felt that it was really tiring to discuss things with Mrs. Wang, far less than when Wang Xifeng was there, and she couldn't help but regret letting Wang Xifeng follow her to Shunning. This Mrs. Wang has been fasting and reciting Buddha all day long and has become a wooden person, like a gourd with a mouth, and she doesn't open her mouth for anything, and it is difficult for people to pick or not.

Being a mother's biological mother is different, and now Mrs. Wang is no longer easy to handle, she has to do her best to choose a daughter-in-law for Baoyu.