186 "Shou the Immortal"
The elder gave it, he didn't dare to resign, and kowtowed to Shi Lao Taijun, Jia Baoyu didn't have any psychological obstacles, just because Shi Lao Taijun wanted to pull Wang Changshi into the palace to complain, he completely liked this old lady.
Seriously, after traveling so far, the one who is really good to him from the bottom of his heart is the kind old lady in front of him, except for the biological mother of this body.
"Second brother, why is it that only the ancestor has a gift, and we don't have any?" It was the youngest Xichun who spoke.
Xichun is the daughter of Jia Jing, the former patriarch of Ningguofu, and the younger sister of the current patriarch Jia Zhen, but she is too young and her mother died shortly after she was born, so she has been growing up next to her uncle and grandmother Jia Mu in Rongguofu.
If you want to talk about pro, she is not very close to Ning Guofu, but she is very close to Rong Guofu.
However, in the whole book of Red Mansions, Xichun is a person with no sense of existence, although she is ranked as the twelfth golden hairpin, but she has a withdrawn personality, and her sister-in-law You Shi said that she is a cold-hearted and ruthless person.
However, this has a lot to do with her growth environment, and even Mrs. Shi, who raised her, has a large part of the responsibility.
The small and delicate Xichun wore a big red leather jacket today, with a circle of white fox fur around the neck, which looked like a Fuwa, which was very festive.
Jia Baoyu took out a scroll from the moving box: "Of course there is, I have forgotten who it is, and I will not forget Sister Xichun." The moon waves are surging, reflecting your laughter, blessings quietly, celebrating the Lantern Festival for you, may you be less troubled, happy can not be less, every day is in a good mood, things are wonderful, greetings to report, I wish you a good holiday. Sister, I wish you a happy Lantern Festival. ”
When Xichun saw that there was a gift, he immediately smiled and took it happily: "Thank you, Brother Baoyu." ”
Jia Huan, who was hiding behind Aunt Zhao, stared at a pair of hanging eyes, shook his arms and said, "My brother is now rich, why did he only give Sister Xichun a painting?" ”
With Shi Lao Taijun's golden peach in front, Xichun's painting is indeed not enough to see, but Jia Baoyu is stingy.
Jia Tanchun glared at him and said: "As the so-called goose feathers are sent thousands of miles, the courtesy is light and affectionate, Baoyu is a brother, you can give everyone anything, at least people have this intention, but you, who are also brothers, came empty-handed." ”
When Jia Huan heard this, he was half angry.
Obviously, he and Jia Tanchun are the same mother, but his sister always looks down on herself, and every time she speaks, she carries a gun and a stick, and she doesn't look at herself at all.
The other girls also laughed happily when they saw Jia Huan's embarrassment.
Jia Huan, this kid, is not very old, and he has a lot of eyes, the key is that he thinks he is very smart, but he doesn't know his little tricks, in front of many people in the Red Mansion, it is like not wearing clothes.
Most of the time, Lin Daiyu and these people don't take this kid to play, children, seeing a group of beautiful sisters only playing with Jia Baoyu, naturally their hearts are unbalanced, coupled with Aunt Zhao's long-term bad ideological indoctrination, Jia Huan's little sapling grew crooked, and ran towards a point of no return.
didn't wait for everyone to finish laughing, but heard Xichun exclaim: "Chen Laolian's "Immortal Picture of the Longevity"!! ”
Hearing Xichun's exclamation, Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai surrounded each other.
Girls from rich and noble families, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting will be a little more proficient, the literary style of the Great Zhou Dynasty is withering, and there are not many famous poets and painters, but everyone has heard of Chen Hongshou's name.
In today's art world, Xiao Yuncong and Chen Hongshou are the most famous.
Xiao Yuncong is better at landscapes, while Chen Hongshou dominates the field of figure painting.
Chen Hongshou also likes to draw illustrations for novels, and the "Legend of the West Chamber" that has been circulated in the history of the Qing Dynasty is the illustration painted by Chen Hongshou, whose characters and the soothing state of pen and ink have reached the highest level of traditional literati aesthetics.
Chen Hongshou's paintings can't be bought on the market at all, and it is said that one foot of Chen Laolian's paintings can be sold for 100 taels of silver, and the market is priceless!
Jia Tanchun smiled at Jia Huan and said, "Brother Huan, what am I talking about?" How can Brother Baoyu be stingy, the things that people send are carefully selected. ”
Jia Huan pursed his lips, a pair of hanging eyes were tilted to the side, his two shoulders were high and low, and his face was full of disdain.
Yingchun and others had already surrounded them, and they all wanted to see the paintings of Chen Laolian, a master in the art world.
Lin Daiyu said in amazement: "Lao Lian paints figures, the torso is majestic, the clothes are round and fine, and there are both Gonglin and Ziang's wonders. ”
Xue Baochai also likes to paint, at this time to see the hunting heart, can't help but say: "Zhang Housheng is less than sixty years old, his pen and ink are all four changes, less and wonderful, strong and divine, old and dissolved." Its change is also a large rate of ten years, and it is strong from a small number of years, and it is also wonderful when it enters the gods. ”
Hearing Xue Baochai's evaluation, Jia Baoyu was a little curious: "I said you guys are too much, Lao Chen's paintings are really as good as you say?" ”
Jia Baoyu has a good relationship with his brother and sister, so he told Chen Hongshou that he wanted to give his family a painting, and Chen Hongshou painted without saying a word, and it took three days to complete the painting.
Jia Baoyu didn't know that Chen Hongshou's paintings were so good, otherwise he would have asked him to paint a few more.
Xue Baochai looked at Jia Baoyu and said, "Brother Bao, where did you get this painting?" ”
Jia Baoyu sighed and cleared his throat: "That's a long story, to put it simply, Lao Chen is my senior brother, I am his junior brother, we all bowed to Mr. Niantai as a teacher, so this painting is specially for Sister Xichun." ”
When Xichun heard this, she was moved to tears, she hugged Jia Baoyu, and kissed him on the right cheek: "Thank you, Brother Baoyu, I like it very much." ”
Xichun's temperament is cold, and when his true feelings are rarely revealed, even in front of Jia's mother, he will not be like this.
It can be seen that Jia Baoyu's gift was really sent to her heart.
Jia Baoyu touched the place where he was kissed, and said with a smile: "What's this, I'll take you to meet Lao Chen when I get back, and let him accept you as a closed disciple, and in the future, we will be a famous painter in the world." ”
Xichun couldn't believe it, and asked weakly, "Can I worship Mr. Lao Lian as a teacher?" ”
Lao Lian is Chen Hongshou's number, Chen Hongshou's number is many, his name is Zhanghou, his nickname is Lianzi, his name is Lao Lian, and he is also called Lao Chi and regret Chi.
It seems that these celebrities have many numbers, as if the original names can't keep up with their rhythm.
Jia Baoyu touched Xichun's head and said dotingly: "I can't guarantee others, but Sister Xichun wants to learn, and this matter is on me." ”
"Thank you, Brother Baoyu."
Xichun's eyes were bent into crescent moons.
Next, he gave Tanchun an ancient book, gave Yingchun a pair of chess pieces made of white jade, and even Qin Keqing, Li Kun and others also had gifts.
It is said that many people are not surprised, Jia Baoyu's wave of operations directly filled the favorability in the family, and some of the subordinates who originally had a lot of complaints about Jia Baoyu saw that Jia Baoyu was so generous, and they were envious.
But Jia Baoyu sent gifts to everyone, but Lin Daiyu was empty, Lin Daiyu's temperament belongs to the kind you don't give me, I will never take the initiative to ask for it, although she kept shouting Baoyu and Baoyu in her heart, but her face was as calm as water, and it was so cold that it was almost frozen.
After the gift was distributed, Mrs. Shi yawned, Wang Xifeng's eyes were sharp, and he hurriedly said: "The old ancestor is tired, we are about to disperse, don't delay the rest of the old ancestor." ”
Mrs. Shi said with a smile: "In the end, Feng Lazi feels sorry for me, this person is old, and his spirit is also poor, he can't compare to you young people, mandarin ducks, help me go back to the house." ”
As soon as the old lady left, only a few young people were left in the house.
Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang cried for a long time, and they had already lost face, and they left in a hurry without even Jia Baoyu saying a word.
A group of women surrounded Jia Baoyu, and they all wanted to ask him a thousand words, but there were many people, big guys, you look at me, I look at you, and they didn't want to say it.
Jia Baoyu was worried about going out of the city tomorrow, so she simply stood up and said: "Sisters, sisters, sisters-in-law, I will get up early tomorrow, take a leave of absence from the big guy, and forgive me, but if you have anything to eat or play, you can tell me, and I promise to buy it back for you." ”
Tanchun smiled: "The second brother is rich, so my sister won't be polite to you." ”
She took out a slip from her arms and handed it to Jia Baoyu, only to see that there were many words densely written on it, all of which were ancient books and unique books.
Jia Tanchun loves books, she likes to read those strange books and strange books the most, if she is left in the future, Tanchun will not be able to become an excellent fiction writer.
More than half of Jia Baoyu's "Journey to the West" was written by Jia Tanchun, and after her polishing, some rough and obscure parts of the original work became smooth and easy to understand, which can be regarded as a secondary creation.