Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

why are you crying "Ming Qing looked flustered.

"Nonsense, who is crying?" Jia Lan was a little puzzled, and touched his face reflexively with his fingers, and he froze for a moment.

The bright sunlight outside the window shone on the slender white fingertips, shining brightly.

Jia Lan rubbed the corners of his eyes again in disbelief, the slightly moist feeling made his heart hurt.

It turned out that the miss was so deep.

11. Storytelling, Encounter

"Young Master, Young Master." Ming Qing called Jia Lan anxiously, with an expression on his face that wanted to cry.

Jia Lan wiped his face clean, smiled lightly and patted him on the shoulder, "It's nothing, it's just," he paused, a little sad, "I just remembered some old things."

"You scared me to death." Ming Qing wiped his face with his sleeve, "Master, where have you ever cried before?"

Jalan patted him reassuringly.

"Huh, it's done." There were a few relieved voices from the side.

Jia Lan's head was lightly pressed, "It's really worrying. After all, he's a man, so he'll cry no matter what."

A man sat down in front of him, with a red face, white teeth, and a smile in the corner of his eyes. He was unexpectedly handsome. He was holding a sword in his hand and placed it on the table.

Hearing the tone, Jia Lan glanced around before he had time to look at him carefully,

The second floor was already empty, and there were not many people at the tables. Now all eyes were on him, and even the storyteller on the high platform in front of him nodded to him while stroking his beard.

"I said, brother, if you are thirsty, drink water, if you are hungry, eat cakes, why not cry, really, it makes me feel so distressed." A strong man a few meters away said with a raised voice.

One sentence made Jia Lan's face flushed and ears dry, and he didn't know how to answer it.

At this time, the storyteller slowly opened his mouth: "Lao Bai, please don't say a few words, the young master may have been moved by the story told by the old man."

The old bai immediately took a sip, and laughed loudly: "Put it down, my bai bang has listened to your book for more than ten years, and I have never cried once."

A thin man not far in front of Jia Lan teased: "You think everyone is as thick-skinned as you are like a city wall." He smiled at Jia Lan: "Don't pay attention to him, he is just a rough guy, little Second, serve this young master a plate of hibiscus cake."

"Okay." Xiao Er ran over erratically, put a plate of hibiscus cake and a plate of melon seeds on Jia Lan's table, and said with a smile, "These melon seeds are from our boss, please don't cry anymore, young master. We all can't stand crying any more."

Jia Lan was so embarrassed that he almost got into a crack in the ground and couldn't come out again.

"Okay, everyone, give me a compliment, my little brother has a tender face, so don't mention it again." The man who was sitting next to Jia Lan laughed loudly.

Several people around laughed, but they stopped talking.The storyteller also started another joke.

For a long time, Jia Lan didn't dare to raise his head. When he heard Ming Qing couldn't help laughing, he curled his mouth and threw the melon seeds that were about to be divided into pieces at him.

So humiliating.

The man beside him laughed and said, "Little brother, you are so cute."

Jia Lan glared at him, pouting his mouth and saying nothing. After a while, he said angrily, "Really, crying is worth watching."

The man chuckled, "Crying is certainly not worth watching, but it depends on who is crying."

Ming Qing said in a low voice, "Brother Lan's crying is so beautiful."

Jia Lan couldn't bear it anymore and threw a melon seed peel at him again, angrily said: "Crying doesn't matter whether it looks good or not."

Ming Qing shrunk his neck, lowered his head and smiled.

Jia Lan knocked the melon seeds loudly, with a vicious expression as if he was biting someone.

After knocking two or three melon seeds, he calmed down and said reluctantly to the man, "Thank you for helping me out just now."

The man smiled, "It's easy."

Jia Lan asked casually, "My name is Jia Lan, and he is Ming Qing. What's your name?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hearty air emerged spontaneously, "I'm Xia Liu Xianglian."

"what?"

After Jia Lan realized what he had done, he immediately pulled Ming Qing in front of him, blocking the curious eyes from all around, and hid behind Ming Qing like an ostrich.

After the eerie silence, there was roaring laughter.

It was still Bai Laosan's voice, "Haha, little brother, what's wrong with you? Could it be that the hibiscus cake sent by Qian Lao Liu stuck to your teeth?"

Jia Lan poked his head out, touched his face and said annoyedly, "I'm sorry for disturbing everyone."

If it is said that Jia Lan's silent tears just now made people feel inexplicably distressed, then the obvious shyness now is what people can't help but love.

A little baby, quiet and well-behaved, gentle and courteous, with delicate features, clean and noble dress, curved lips and a smile, with a pair of Chunshan black eyebrows, and a frown between the brows, attracting dimpled eyes, a natural beauty, Nothing more than this.

"You look so good-looking! My youngest Bai can see such a beautiful scenery today, I should be a big white! Xiaoer, bring a pot of wine!"

"Your Bai Lao San can actually chew on words, okay, I'll drink with you!"

There was a sound of echoing in the teahouse.

It's not time to eat, and they are all regular customers for more than ten years. The boss doesn't care about drinking in the teahouse.

A small pot of rice wine was also placed on Jia Lan's table.

Liu Xianglian poured a cup, drank it all, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I know that my name can make a person so excited, do you know me?"

Jia Lan wept silently, another legendary figure, just sitting side by side.

He nodded and said, "my second uncle told you."

Liu Xianglian was a little dazed, "Your second uncle?"

"My surname is Jia and my name is Baoyu." This was not an excuse by Jia Lan. Baoyu did mention Liu Xianglian's name in his spare time, but it was rare.

"Oh, brother Bao, is he your second uncle?" Liu Xianglian remembered after hearing the name, he had drank wine with Baoyu, "Speaking of it, how many are so good-looking, isn't it family?"

Jia Lan curled his lips, a big man is called good-looking, it really hurts to hear it.

Jia Lan didn't have the habit of getting along with strangers, but Liu Xianglian was eloquent, but she really didn't know what to talk to a child.

After drinking two cups of wine, Liu Xianglian asked, "Why did you cry for no reason just now?"

Jia Lan was suddenly brought up again, and was a little taken aback. After a while, he turned his face and said indifferently: "It's just some old things."

Liu Xianglian knew that she had overstepped the distance, and only then did she realize that Jia Lan and Baoyu were different.

Baoyu is the most discerning person. When he sees someone he likes, he can't wait to be with him every day. But when he sees someone he hates, he has to frown and curl his lips, and stay three feet away before giving up.

Jia Lan is different. On the surface, he looks easy-going and gentle, but after getting closer to him, he finds that he has been rejecting people thousands of miles away, subconsciously alienating everyone.

Not to mention Liu Xianglian knew all the sons in Duzhong, but he had seen all the famous ones, especially those from Jia's mansion, who often came and went.

Of course, he knows all the virtues of those people.That's all for Baoyu, but Rongfu is probably only clean with a pair of stone lions at the door.

Is there any good son-in-law in the capital?Yes, but Liu Xianglian saw very few of them, only one or two in ten.Most of their personalities are similar to the current Jalan, empty valley and orchid, aloof and aloof.

Liu Xianglian looked at Jia Lan who was facing him. He was looking out the window, his black eyes were empty and out of focus, and his brows were furrowed with deep sadness.Liu Xianglian couldn't figure out why such a young child felt so much sorrow.

Inexplicably, I remembered what happened just now.

He was not the first person to find Jia Lan crying, he just found that the storyteller suddenly stopped talking and stared in one direction with a puzzled face.Everyone noticed something was wrong and followed his line of sight.

Liu Xianglian had already forgotten what it was like when she saw him suddenly, she only remembered the uncontrollable pain in her heart, bit by bit like a blunt knife slashing at the tip of her heart.

His expression at that time was exactly the same as now, dazed, gloomy, and sad, with tears quietly sliding down the corners of his eyes, sliding across his cheeks, and falling to his chin, there was a kind of unspeakable desolation.

"Lan'er." Liu Xianglian called out suddenly.

Jia Lan was startled, turned his head to look at him, and said flatly, "You yelled so smoothly."

Liu Xianglian raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Your second uncle and I are friends, and it's enough loyalty not to let you call me uncle."

Jia Lan wiped his sleeves, arched his hands and said solemnly: "Brother Liu."

Liu Xianglian laughed, "Why are you so funny?"

After sitting for a while, Bai Laosan yelled to listen to "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles", but Qian Lao Liu didn't want to, and insisted on listening to "Xue Rengui's Expedition to the West". When it's time to rest, the other people seem to get used to what they should do.

These two quarreled with their own personalities. One sang Guan Gong with his voice, and the other imitated Wang Baochuan with his voice hanging. Jia Lan propped his chin to watch the two people play. have no idea.

He seemed to glance at it inadvertently, but returned to the theater in an instant.

She looks so good-looking, a sentence flashed through his mind.

After a while, he stood up suddenly, startling Liu Xianglian and Mingqing.

"What's the matter, Brother Lang?" Ming Qing asked in shock.

Jia Lan paid no attention, and stuck his head out of the window, looking down.

Downstairs parked a dark blue four-person sedan chair, which was originally an extremely ordinary thing, but because of the person standing next to it, it became mysterious and unpredictable.

The man seemed to realize that Jia Lan was looking at him, so he raised his head.

For a moment, it seemed to be back to that night again, with fiery trees, silver flowers, and brilliant lights, but nothing could compare to that smiling face.

The original blurry image gradually became clear after another rubbing.

The man closed the fan that was shaking slightly in his hand, and looked at Jia Lan as if