Die Meng Wencai

Before the Chinese New Year, Wang Ningzhi suddenly went home and never came back. Yiren no longer enjoyed the special treatment and went back to the classroom to listen to the lectures. Although the heartache had been sent out twice before, she never thought that this problem would follow her. When the apricot blossoms were flying, she was sitting in the classroom, but her mind drifted back to this time last year.I remember that she drew a picture and wrote on the picture, "Spring tour, apricot blossoms are all over the head, and someone's youth in Moshang is so romantic."The concubine intends to marry her, and she will be divorced for the rest of her life. Even if she is ruthlessly abandoned, she cannot be ashamed. Now she is considered...

"Yi'er, what's the matter with you? Sir, she's not feeling well. I'll take her to the hospital."

"What's the matter with Du Ziqiao? His complexion is papery and sweaty. Hurry up, let's go?"

She could hear everything, but she was powerless to deal with it. Her heart was thrashed by a blunt object. This time it was obviously more serious than the last one, and it lasted longer. Sometimes it feels like heaven.

"Miss Wang Lan, what's the matter with her?"

"I can't rule of law in her situation."

"what?"

"Ma Wencai, let me go, you didn't cause her to behave like this? Who can blame her?"

After such a short while, Yi Ren had recovered, but her complexion was still not good, and she hurriedly stopped Wang Lan, her words hit Ma Wencai's most vulnerable place.

"Miss Wang Lan, don't blame him. It's my own fault. I don't blame anyone else."

"You, even my mother said in private that you worry too much. If you continue like this, what will happen? You have no cure for this disease, but as long as you relax, you will gradually recover."

"Well, thank you, I want to sleep first."

It is said that "spring sleep does not wake up", it can be seen that spring sleeps well, but she suffers from insomnia every night, and even she herself understands that this can't go on like this, maybe it's time to leave here, but the father's family letter never mentions this How could she go back easily?When I woke up, it was fine with a smile on my face.

"Xinlian? Why are you here?"

Xinlian was dressed in a snow-white train, covered with a light red shirt, and in the middle of her hair was a small red jade lotus flower. After being taught by a female teacher, she even improved her taste in dressing.

"Third brother, how do you feel now? I heard what they said is a bit scary?"

"It's gone now, it's just a sudden pain in my heart, but Miss Wang Lan said, it's nothing serious, okay, let's go back to the dormitory, don't disturb Miss Wang Lan here."

Passing by the flower garden in the back mountain, the flowers on that branch were flying around, a burst of spring sadness arose, and a dull pain in her heart, but fortunately it was not as strong as the wind in the morning, she just rubbed her chest and frowned, and stayed in front of her bedroom door , that is "the falling plums are as messy as snow, and the whole body is full after brushing".

"Third Brother, the poem you just recited is so beautiful, can you teach me how to recite it?"

"What? Sir didn't teach you?"

"I taught it, but the rhyme and non-rhyme made me dizzy, and I didn't know what to write."

"Don't worry, you can study hard, but you can't rush the romantic feelings. Come, stand here, and watch the red fall and the catkins flying. How do you feel? Sad or sentimental?"

"It seems... a bit."

"That's right. This poem is not a simple pile of words, but a burst of emotion, and then there are corresponding words to express it. It can be seen that emotion is the most important thing, otherwise it will be moaning without illness."

"Well, Xinlian knows."

"Actually, it's not difficult to write poetry. It's just that whether you write well or not depends on everyone's hard work and temperament. I'll just write a few sentences for you."

He rinsed his mouth with the water brought with a smile, wiped his face again, and applied moisturizing ointment before standing by the desk. He had just written a few words when Ma Wencai barged in with red eyes. It was obvious that he had cried, and immediately remembered his 'habit' of crying in the cabinet, and couldn't help but soften his heart. After ordering to serve tea with a smile, he nodded to him and said, "Sit down for a while."

Then he lowered his head and continued to write, but he was never the kind of person who would sit quietly and wait on the side. This one looked a little good, and immediately stood on the other side of her, and read aloud the sentence she wrote: "The spring mountain is warm and the wind is warm, The curtains of the pavilions in the corridor, and the willow swings in the courtyard.Crowing warblers and dancing swallows, small bridges and flowing water are flying red. '

Tourists in Zimo think the days are short, and young girls are afraid of dusk.Find the handsome man, pick up the emerald beauty.Thousands of reds and purples, flowers and willows divide spring.If you don't speak to Shaoguang for a long time, you will feel hatred in your heart all day long.Emerald jade muscle golden powder, thin loss of slim spirit. '

'The willows are dark and the smoke is dense, and the flowers are red and rainy.This person is similar to Liu Hun, Hua Fei blows people's hearts, and Liu's eyebrows don't turn crescent.The reason why the scenery in the west garden is in such a mess is that Dongjun doesn't care about people's haggardness. '

Handing the paper to Xinlian said:

"These sentences are all for Chunjing. You should go back and study them carefully. If you don't understand, you can ask your husband for advice. You are so smart and hardworking, but you can write a decent poem in just a month."

"Then Xinlian won't bother Third Brother and Young Master Ma."

Seeing that she still respects Mr. Ma, I can't help but wonder, does she really not hate the Ma family at all?After Xinlian left, Ma Wencai said calmly: "This girl has a very high heart."

"And what do you know?"

"I saw her go to find Liang Shanbo."

Yeah?Liang Shanbo is indeed handsome, elegant, gentle and generous, but since Xinlian received the meeting gift from her father, mother, three brothers and sister, and became the daughter of the Du family, her father must decide the marriage, but if she really insisted, she I am also willing to help her, which can be regarded as... helping him.

"El, I..."

"Should I still be called Zi Qiao from now on?"

"Yi'er, I know I was wrong, and I will never... never make you sad again, so don't ignore me."

His temper has always been bad, and it's a little out of control at this moment, Yi Ren's heart is soft in a mess, but how can she change her determination like this?

"There is someone else you like in your heart, why should I occupy the magpie's nest? From now on, you and I will still be classmates and friends."

"Il..."

"Please call me Joe."

"No...don't, do you want to leave me because you have climbed on Wang Ningzhi?"

As soon as the words fell, Ma Wencai slapped his face. Normally, even if he made her so sad, she would be reluctant to hit him, but how could he think of her like this?

"Ma Wencai, get out for me."

Even if she really chooses Wang Ningzhi, it's not her fault, not to mention that the person in her heart is still him, otherwise how could she suffer from heartache?The time-traveling envoy told her back then that if a man practiced Sunflower Treasures, he would need to be in the palace, but a woman should not be emotional. This is a taboo for her. If she continues like this, she may not live to the day of marriage at all.

"Il"

Yi Ren, who vomited blood again, saw Ma Wencai's terrified face before she passed out. She didn't feel distressed, but rather pleased. Maybe in this way, he would never forget her again.