Staying alone in the empty room, Wang Baoyu slowly opened the box, took out the letters separately, and read them one by one with great excitement.

Most of them were written by my sister Huang Yueying, and they were full of words to take care of outside, earnestly entrusted, and affectionate. In addition to these, Huang Yueying also talked about some daily trivial matters, such as Ruoguo often singing with Xiao Qiao, under the teaching of Diao Chan, the dance has also made great progress, and even learned to write poems, and when the uncle comes back, he will definitely not recognize this excellent little niece.

Wang Baoyu was full of emotion, Zhuge Guo was born with great intelligence, not to mention that the teachers around him are all among the top artists of our time, and they will definitely be dazzling in the future. It's a pity that he was not born in a modern society where men and women are equal, otherwise he would have become a big star.

Hey, if his biological daughter Qian Duoduo could have half of Zhuge Guo, she wouldn't let the family worry so much. Wang Baoyu shook his head, and continued to read, but he saw a happy event.

Under the auspices of Huang Yueying, Ma Liangying married Fan Yufeng as his wife, and her husband sang with her wife, and she worked harder.

Wang Baoyu has a welcoming attitude towards this matter, girls will get married sooner or later, not to mention that Ma Liang's character is not bad and he is a good husband.

Wang Baoyu was most worried that Ma Yunlu would be mentioned in the letter, and if that happened, Cao Cao would definitely be unhappy. Fortunately, Huang Yueying was cautious and didn't mention Ma Yunlu at all.

Wang Baoyu's heart was warm when he saw these letters, and he didn't feel tired after reading them for nearly an hour in one breath. At this time, the scroll in his hand was somewhat special, with a flower embroidered crookedly.

Hehe, female celebrity is not good, then don't show off, Wang Baoyu couldn't help laughing, it was Sun Shangxiang who wrote it.

"Baoyu, after a long time, may you remember Xiang'er's face? Things are not people, the stars are changing, how many years have passed; Yesterday was like a dream, and I woke up with tears on my pillow. The king is outside, the concubine has no support, and there is only anticipation. Returning to the geese for a while, not seeing the return date, the years are easy to get old, and ask when to hold the hand? ”

After reading his heart, Wang Baoyu couldn't laugh anymore, he was already in tears, and he really wanted to put on his wings and fly back to Yiling, hold Sun Shangxiang tightly in his arms, and never be separated again!

There is also a small piece of bamboo inside, with only three words written on it, negative heart, the payment is Guoguo, Wang Baoyu was amused to laugh again. This little guy is really a little man, but judging from these words alone, the writing is still very good.

Fan Jinfeng also wrote a letter, which said that he practiced martial arts very hard, and there was no need to worry about the safety of Yiling.

Wang Baoyu knew what Fan Jinfeng wrote, when he captured Guiyang, he pretended to marry Fan Jinfeng, but the same bed at night only left Fan Jinfeng's cold back, but he didn't expect that she had never forgotten it.

Diao Chan probably felt that his identity was sensitive and did not receive letters, while Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao may not know what to say, and there are no letters, of course, Wang Baoyu does not pay much attention to them.

Finally, there was a letter, Wang Baoyu saw it at the beginning, but he was still reluctant to open it, because the corner of the white silk revealed the word Guan Ting.

Wang Baoyu's feelings for Guan Ting are the most entangled, and he still can't figure out whether he loves Guan Ting or not, he should not love it. Guan Ting is nothing bad, her identity and appearance are very good, not only saved Wang Baoyu's life, but also had a night of happiness with him, when it comes to the obsessive idea of getting married, no woman in this can compare to her.

Although there is also a Huo Ya who often wants to marry herself, it cannot be said that she lacks true feelings, but Huo Ya subconsciously feels that marrying Wang Baoyu can guarantee the rest of her life, which is somewhat linked to the economy.

Putting aside the fact that she had to go home, Wang Baoyu always felt that something was missing between her and Guan Ting. Wang Baoyu's attention to Guan Ting is a memory from the future world, traveling to a completely strange era, but seeing someone exactly like his friend's wife, who will look at it twice, which really has nothing to do with feelings.

In the end, Wang Baoyu still opened the letter, and there was a small sachet in it. It's some girls' tricks again, Wang Baoyu opened it and saw that it was empty, could it be that it fell out of the road?

When Wang Baoyu checked the sachet for the third time, he finally sent out something, and it turned out to be a few long white hairs! Wang Baoyu was puzzled, and when he looked at the contents of the letter, his eyes moistened again.

"Baoyu, to this day, I would rather you be an unknown young man by the river, still able to walk in the red dust with each other. The sky is different, and when you wake up from a few cold dreams, it is difficult to sleep, and the night is longer than the day. When I got up in the morning to make up, I was shocked to find that the green silk was dyed with white frost, and wrinkles increased between my eyebrows, and I was panicked. I sigh every time I feel sorry for God, how can I grow old if you don't come back?! ”

How can I grow old before you return? Wang Baoyu read it to the end, his mood was as uncomfortable as a knife, and he suddenly realized that on Guan Ting's issue, he already owed a love debt that he couldn't pay off!

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintances are half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

With Xiao Qiao's singing echoing in his ears, recalling the situation when he parted with everyone, Wang Baoyu's mood was entangled, he read the letters over and over again, and stayed in the office all night.

The next day, the little steward came early, and when he saw Wang Baoyu's eyes red, he couldn't help asking, "Master, what kind of big thing happened?" ”

"Crow's beak." Wang Baoyu glanced at the little pipe and sighed: "What do children know, they didn't sleep well last night." ”

"Hehe, with affection in his eyes, he will be trapped by love." The little pipe stared at Wang Baoyu's eyes and looked carefully, and laughed.

"It's not a shameful thing, when you grow up, you will know how happy and worrying a creature like a woman is!" Wang Baoyu said lazily.

"Not as handsome as Master, I am so good-looking, I have the right age to have complete hands and feet, I am not crazy or stupid, I can marry a woman who is not stupid, and I will never have this trouble." As he spoke, the little pipe took a look in the mirror and was speechless for a while, probably because he didn't even want to look at himself.

Wang Baoyu was amused and said: "Hehe, in fact, women don't just look at appearance, in the future, you will achieve extraordinary achievements and be famous, and women are indispensable." ”

"Master, don't want to comfort me, I have no main bones on my forehead, no pillars on my nose, and my life is poor, I can only cure ghosts, but I can't cure people!" The little pipe pouted.

"Your ears are higher than your eyes, your eyebrows are colorful, and it is not difficult to be famous all over the world." Wang Baoyu admired the open-mindedness of the little pipe and added.

"I hope this life will not be in vain." Pipe Pipe.