Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

There is only one person in Jia's house.

Jia Lan stepped forward and said with a smile, "The weather is getting colder, and Aunt Lin is not in good health. It's better not to stand by the river for too long."

Lin Daiyu was startled, turned around, and seeing him, she smiled and said, "So it's Lan'er, and I've just arrived, so it's okay. Where are you from?"

"From Uncle Huan."

Lin Daiyu smiled, "I think so, even if none of us can remember you, we only remember you, Third Uncle Huan."

Jia Lan thought that this was teasing him for not playing with them, so he just smiled lightly and asked, "Why isn't Second Uncle Bao here?"

Lin Daiyu flicked the handkerchief, "How do I know where that idiot is? It's not with me anyway."

Seeing her angry face, Jia Lan guessed that Baoyu might have offended Daiyu by talking too much, nodded and said, "I must have gone to play somewhere else."

It has been almost a year since Daiyu came to Jia's mansion, and she was with Baoyu all day long, but she didn't talk much with Jia Lan, and the servant girls seldom talked about this young master, and they didn't know him very well, only that he was quiet and sensible child.Seeing her gentle and polite today, I also think that although Baoyu is always nice to talk, she always makes her angry by making many jokes.After such a comparison, the juvenile in front of him actually won by three points, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"I heard my sister-in-law said that you are not good at poetry, but is there such a thing?" Daiyu said.

Jia Lan suddenly listened to her re-examination, and was slightly taken aback. Hearing this question again, his ears warmed up, and he said, "It's true." He had memorized a lot of poems in his previous life, but he was much worse at writing poems.On the other hand, the stereotyped essay was easier for him to accept because it was similar to the argumentative essay in his previous life.Poetry is not tested anyway, so he didn't pay much attention.

Daiyu is recognized as the best poet in "Dream of Red Mansions". Jia Lan was naturally a little ashamed when she asked him such a straightforward question.

Seeing his blushing cheeks, Daiyu immediately laughed out loud, "You don't have to be so nervous, I'm just asking casually."

Jia Lan was even more embarrassed, "I know."

Seeing his shyness, Daiyu felt pity in her heart, and said, "Although I don't read much, I still have a good command of poetry. Would you like to learn from me?"

Jia Lan was stunned, it turned out that Li Wan had said it once, but he didn't take it seriously, thinking that Daiyu hated men's filth the most, and except Baoyu, everyone else looked down on her.He didn't want Daiyu to speak in person now, he was a little shocked.

"Why? But you don't want to?" Daiyu's expression turned cold.

Jia Lan quickly shook her head, "No, I didn't expect it. My mother mentioned Aunt Lin's talent many times, and I always admired it, but I didn't have the opportunity to learn it. Today, Aunt Lin mentioned it herself. Lan'er is so surprised."

Seeing his anxious look, Daiyu covered her lips and smiled and said, "I thought..." Halfway through speaking, she seemed to think of something, and she stopped suddenly, with a little sadness on her face.

Jia Lan knew that she must be thinking too much, she was the first to come to Jia's mansion, she was cautious in everything and considered everything, if she paused like this today, she might think that she would be dismissive and despise him.

Jia Lan bent down, cupped her hands and saluted, "Aunt Lin will take care of you in the future."

Daiyu pursed her lips and laughed.

4. to go out and meet people

Although Lin Daiyu taught Jia Lan poetry in person, he did not get close to Daiyu in the following days.One is because Lin Daiyu has always been an idol in Jia Lan's eyes, and he preconceived that Daiyu only values ​​Baoyu as a man, and the most important thing is that the two aunts and nephews are different.

Daiyu complained slightly because of Baoyu's unintentional utterances, and looked at Jialan who had always been gentle and courteous.But after a long time, Baoyu understood Daiyu's temperament, and he took heart in speaking. In addition, the two walked together and sat together during the day, and breathed and stopped at the same night.

On the other hand, Jia Lan can only see each other every five or six days, and after meeting, they just talk about poetry and Ci.

Jia Lan didn't care either, reading, writing and writing every day, and going to school with Jia Huan and Jia Jun didn't feel boring.Later, when Jia Lan grew older, Li Wan saw that he stayed at home all day, unlike Jia Huan and Baoyu, who loved to laugh and play, and felt that being so quiet must be bad for his health, so he persuaded him to be more lively and go out for a walk if he had nothing to do. .

Jia Lan was very helpless. In his previous life, he belonged to the nerd family and didn't like to go out. Now, although he doesn't have a computer game console, he still has a lot of books for him to read, so he doesn't want to think about going out.Seeing that Li Wan was so nervous, he had no choice but to agree.

Baoyu always played with a few sisters, or played cards with the maids, but Jia Lan couldn't get involved, and didn't want to get along.

In Li Wan's room, there are more than a dozen maids and maids, big and small, and they often tormented Jia Lan when he was a child. He has a round face like a lotus root, big black eyes, and a disdainful temperament. Anyone who sees him can't help but come forward. Pinch this, touch that.

If it was a baby, he would definitely cry after being tormented by them like this. As a teenager, Jia Lan would naturally not cry, he would only feel uncomfortable and leave a shadow.When he was older, he would rather walk around women than face them directly.

Every time he thinks about that tragic experience, a line of lyrics can't help appearing in his mind: The woman at the bottom of the mountain is a tiger, if you see it, you must run away.

Baoyu didn't want to go, so he had to go to Jia Huan.Jia Huan has nothing to play in the mansion, he just leaves the mansion to stroll on the street.Jia Lan also followed him out.

This is not the first time he has been out of the house. He used to be in a family school, and occasionally when Jia Zhu invited them to his house, the three of them would also go shopping on the street.

The dust flying everywhere is the biggest reason for Jalan's reluctance to go shopping.

In ancient times, where there would be asphalt roads, at best, some big blue bricks would be pasted on the bustling roads.There is nothing wrong with walking around on weekdays. The most annoying thing is that there are horses and cars passing by.

As soon as a gust of wind passed, Jialan's light blue gown would be covered with a layer of dust, even on his hair and shoes, and his face would be much less covered by his sleeves.

Jalan, who has a slight cleanliness, couldn't bear this kind of mess.So he would rather stay at home and flip through obscure books than go out.Even when he is out of the house, he is more inclined to knock melon seeds in teahouses and listen to books.

Jia Huan was naturally aware of his little nephew's temperament, so he didn't go shopping with him in the street, but just pulled him and said, "I recently found an interesting place, I'll take you to see it."

After arriving at the place, Jia Lan looked at the bottles and cans in the room, a little speechless, "Is this the good place you said?"

Jia Huan abandoned him as soon as he entered the door, stood in front of the shelf and stared straight at a palm-sized Guanyin statue without blinking, "Yes, don't you think this place is very interesting? These things are so beautiful .”

Jia Lan glanced around, but he really didn't see anything good. Aren't these things everywhere in Jia's house?

This is an antique store, no, more precisely an antique store.There are several shelves standing in a house of tens of square meters, and the shelves are full of exquisite and precious things such as porcelain, jade statues, and stone carvings.

Jia Lan couldn't figure out what exactly Jia Huan was looking at, but seeing him obsessively looking at the Guanyin statue over and over again, he had no choice but to find entertainment by himself.

Just when he was about to lift his feet and walk towards the sapphire daffodil bonsai on the left, he heard an old voice from inside: "My young master, why are you here again?" Following the voice, an old gentleman came out from behind the shelf .

Chubby, short, kind-hearted, he looks like a Maitreya Buddha on a shelf. He holds two green longan-sized beads and turns them around, making crisp sounds.

Seeing him coming out, Jia Huan ignored him, only hummed twice, and still held the Guanyin statue to study.

Jia Lan had no choice but to bow and salute, "Old man, sorry for the trouble."

The old gentleman looked at him and said with a smile, "You are?"

Jia Huan yelled over there: "This is my little nephew Lan'er, you can't watch him bully him."

Jia Lan sighed secretly, and bowed to the old gentleman helplessly.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed: "You are more polite than your uncle. You are not ashamed." The last sentence was directed at Jia Huan.Jia Huan raised his head and ignored him.

Jia Lan said with a smile: "My uncle has always been so straightforward, and I still hope that the old man is Haihan. It's very offensive to interrupt him suddenly today."

The old man smiled, "As a business owner, I like to be disturbed by others, but your uncle is not disturbing, he is destroying my business."

Jia Lan was startled, and hurriedly asked, "What does the old man mean?"

Jia Huan heard what they said, ran over and said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, whoever ruined his business, I'm helping him!"

Jia Lan was at a loss when he heard the words. He stopped Jia Huan and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly. I want to hear what's going on?"

Jia Huan was domineering and unrestrained by nature, but when he came in front of Jia Lan, he calmed down unconsciously. He gave the old man a glance unwillingly, and began to talk to Jia Lan.

What he said was fairly clear, and Jia Lan quickly understood.

It is said that Jia Huan was listening to music in a teahouse one day, and happened to see a man at the next table showing off a painting to his companions.

Jia Huan was curious, so he glanced at it. It didn't matter. He immediately remembered that there was an identical picture hanging in Jia Zheng's study, and he was stunned.Could there be two of the same painting? After he figured out that there must be a fake one, he found that the man had already gone downstairs.

He hurriedly chased after him, and saw that the man turned three times and walked a long way before entering an inconspicuous shop.Jia Huan didn't know him, but he went in without hesitation.

When I went in, I saw an old gentleman holding the painting to study, and immediately shouted that the painting was fake.

Everyone in the store was startled and stared at him blankly. The old man was the first to react and greeted the clerk.