As soon as Shi Xiangyun said this, all the women in the house felt bad.

In this world, there is not much difference between the status of a playwright and a prostitute, and such a speech is no different from scolding.

Suddenly, there was no sound in the room, and everyone was looking at Jia Rong who was in the main seat.

At this time, Shi Xiangyun, who had a straightforward personality, also came back to his senses, realizing how rude he was just now, and wanted to argue something, but he still didn't say a word when his mouth opened.

The atmosphere was a little frozen for a while, and it was difficult to speak, waiting for Jia Rong to react.

In fact, Jia Rong didn't care too much, after all, he traveled from modern times.

In his previous life, when he was a child, he was often hugged by his parents in front of his grandparents and other relatives and friends, asking him to perform his talents.

After the crossing, these people at the table were also his relatives and friends, although they were not older than him, they were just singing a song, and it didn't matter.

Jia Rong got up, coughed lightly and said: "This is because my nephew is not well entertained, and I am a little negligent, and I forgot to invite some servants to help the fun, since Aunt Yun has spoken, although my nephew has no talent, it is okay to sing a song to please many aunts and aunts." ”

The words eased the atmosphere in the hall, and Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai and other sisters were all impressed by Jia Rong's generosity.

The big maids in each courtyard are even more envious of Qingwen that they can serve such a reasonable uncle, most of them will be married maids in the future, if they can have such an uncle in the future, do you have to be afraid of a sad life.

Shi Xiangyun looked at Jia Rong gratefully, this experience almost ended up with a reputation of not knowing the number of etiquette, reputation is too important to women, and a bad reputation will make women unable to survive in the world.

At this time, only Qin Keqing in the house felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she felt distressed because her father had suffered such a grievance, and she always wanted to open her mouth to dissuade her, but she was a junior at the table, and she had no chance to speak.

Baoyu is not a person with many eyes and bad eyes, and when she heard that Jia Rong was going to sing a song, she was very curious.

If Jia Rong knows some music, he is not a boring person, and he is also looking forward to it at this time.

"Brother Rong will sing some of them, it doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's important to make Sister Lin happy." Baoyu turned his head and looked at Lin Daiyu lovingly.

Because of her, the table became more and more unpleasant, which made Daiyu, who was already in the way of face, feel even more embarrassed, and she didn't know how to end it.

Jia Rong glanced at Baoyu, then looked at Daiyu, and said:

"I don't know what it is that makes Aunt Lin sad, but since it is in my house, I must let Aunt Lin go happily."

After saying that, Jia Rong raised the wine glass in her hand, drank it all, cleared her throat, left the table in the center of the two tables in the room, and sang:

"Wait for the opening of the heavy makeup show,

I sang the joys and sorrows on the stage.

Dancing like clouds and neon clothes,

At the end of the curtain, the sideburns are stained with frost.

……”

After singing the song, the bleak atmosphere enveloped the audience, and everyone in the room, whether it was the young lady or the maid, was shocked, even Qin Keqing and Qingwen were surprised.

This is not a well-known opera for the women in the house, although she is not used to it, but the melody is tactful, the meaning of the words is obvious, and I feel a little sad when I listen to it.

Baoyu was a little drunk when he heard it, Jia Rong's timbre was not as good as Qi Guan, but the tune was very novel and just suited Baoyu's appetite, and he just wanted to ask him where he learned it, but he heard the cries around him.

A sentence of scenery on and off the stage told the intestines, made Lin Daiyu think that she was singing herself?

In Jia's mansion, she has the favor of Jia's mother, and everyone in the mansion has to give her three points, only her mouth is different, and no one dares to talk about her.

But how could she have thought of such a life, if her mother was not dead, in that Jiangnan water town, living with her parents, how could she end up like being isolated now.

When she was six years old, she first entered Jiafu, and now seven years have passed, and she has never seen her father Lin Ruhai again in seven years.

How can the scenery on the surface make her happy, and her thoughts are so full that she hides her face and cries.

Seeing Lin Daiyu crying so sadly, Zijuan and Snow Goose hurriedly stepped forward to support the young lady and comfort her, regardless of any respect and courtesy.

Everyone at the table was a little at a loss, and they could all hear the sadness in the song, but they didn't understand why Lin Daiyu was like this.

Baoyu couldn't bear Sister Lin crying like this, so she hurriedly persuaded, "Sister Lin can't cry anymore, just don't listen to Brother Rong's songs in the future." ”

Without waiting for Baoyu to say anything more, Lin Daiyu took the handkerchief in Zijuan's hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, tried her best to stabilize her emotions, and asked Jia Rong:

"Brother Rong, what is the name of this song, and who composed it?"

Jia Rong didn't have the face to say that it was made by herself, and replied:

"One day I heard in the alley that it was sung by an unknown servant, and the song was called "Difficult".

Lin Daiyu muttered and repeated: "It's difficult, it's difficult." ”

Seeing that Sister Lin ignored him and only talked to Jia Rong, Baoyu felt like a knife in his heart, this was not Jiafu, and he was not good at attacking, so he had to swallow his anger.

After being stunned for a while, Lin Daiyu praised:

"Brother Rong sings very well, it seems to be the most popular song in my heart over the years."

The situation eased, and the others began to answer, Shi Xiangyun was shocked:

"Brother Rong, you are really versatile, you can cook and hum, I don't know what else you will do."

Tanchun answered: "Listening to what my nephew and daughter-in-law said, Brother Rong seems to be practicing calligraphy?" Can you take it out and take a look? ”

Jia Rong replied with a smile: "Third aunt, that's not practicing calligraphy, it's just that I copied and recorded some recipes, if the third aunt is interested in her nephew's handwriting, you can come to the Zhenwei Museum to see, the plaque is my own hand, but it's not as good as the one that Aunt Lin gave me." ”

Since he can mention the word as a plaque, he must not be bad, but he never thought that Brother Rong was such an all-round person, Tanchun thought so in his heart.

When Lin Daiyu heard this, she burst into tears and laughed, and said angrily: "I made a mistake, Brother Rong's mouth is better than singing." ”

All the women in the room covered their mouths and smiled.

Laughter filled the room again, but Baoyu only felt noisy, seeing that Jia Rong was so good with the sisters who should have surrounded him, and even Sister Lin admired her, and she was even more angry at this time.

At the right time, Xue Baochai, who had not spoken for a long time, opened his mouth: "Brother Rong, the little girl has something entrusted to you." ”

Jia Rong was slightly surprised, she had never had anything to do with Xue Baochai.

"What's the matter with Sister Xue?"

Sister Xue? All the women were taken aback, and Xue Baochai was also stunned when she heard this, and forgot to speak for a while.

Jia Rong apologized, "Brother Ling and I have a relationship with Xue Pan, so we are commensurate with each other." ”

Everyone realized, Xue Baochai came back to his senses, and said: "It's okay, it's related to my brother, in recent days, my brother has been addicted to wine again, and today he went out early in the morning, mysteriously, asked him where he went, he didn't speak, I and my mother were very worried, and I asked Brother Rong to persuade him a few more words." ”

Jia Rong sighed, no way, who made today the fifteenth day of the winter moon.