The Hairpin of the Red Chamber

Baochai heard Daiyu's bad tone, fearing Miaoyu's displeasure, she hurriedly got up to make amends, but Xiangling got up first and said with a smile: "It's getting late, Miaoyu has to do her homework tonight, we'll come back tomorrow Disturb her." She has always regarded herself as a concubine, treated others with humility, admired Daiyu's talent, and almost never refuted Daiyu's intentions, but she suddenly came out to make things right, and her face seemed very uncomfortable , which made Baochai curious, and said with a smile: "If it's inconvenient, it's okay to ask Master Miao to give us some manuscripts."

Xiangling was about to stop again, but Miaoyu shook the dust and said with a smile, "The manuscript is kept in the inner room. Wait a moment, you two." As he said that, he went into the inner room by himself, and came out after a while.He held a wooden box in one hand and three purses in the other.

Miaoyu handed the box to Daiyu, and then handed the pouch to Xiangling, and said lightly: "It's rare for you to come here once, and you are giving up money and delivering water, and I don't have anything in return. These purses, you and Xue Let the two benefactors of Lin take it one by one."

Xiangling hurriedly said: "What do you and I talk about about reciprocating or not?" When he was about to push it, Miaoyu saw it and had to accept it, and said in his mouth: "You work so hard at homework, and you still work as a girl at night. Hong, why are you so busy? I have a lot of needleworkers in my house, and I have done enough, so why bother you?"

Miaoyu said coldly: "Your home is made by yours, so what does it have to do with me? If you don't like it, you can throw it away or cut it up. It's always your business. I don't care about it." .”

After finishing speaking, he went inside on his own, flung the curtain, and couldn't come out again.

Baochai and Daiyu looked at each other, Baochai could not have imagined that Miaoyu was even more perverted in this life than before, and seeing Xiangling holding the purse and looking into it in despair, she stepped forward and said, "Sister Ling, let me see This purse is really crafted, it's hard for her to have a heart, I did this for you, so you just keep it." When he said "I did this for you", I took a special look inside, but saw the green cloth curtain move, like It was Miaoyu who eavesdropped on the curtain and moved again, and couldn't help laughing.

Xiang Ling said: "She is very busy every day, if it was not for you, she would not stay up late to make this purse. I did it all by chance, and I got this thanks to your blessing."

Seeing that she was puzzled, Baochai just smiled and sighed.Seeing that Daiyu was in a hurry to read the poem, she shook Daiyu's hand. Daiyu understood, and the two held Xiangling's side one day. Let's go and see the maids tidy up, and go to taste poems earlier." Together with Daiyu, they took Xiangling all the way out with strength in their hands.

Miao Yun placed the three of them in the meditation room on the east side.It is obvious at a glance that the Zen room is used to entertain local wealthy families, and it is laid out in a very rural atmosphere.Zijuan couldn't see it, so she ordered her mothers to clean up here. All the bedding and tea sets were brought with the car, and even the decorations on the Duobaoge were changed again; The damp in the room was gone, and the petals were smoked once with an incense burner on the table, and the room was clean. At that time, Baochai, Daiyu, and Xiangling were also coming from Miaoyu's house, and Xiangling stayed at the door for a while. Dazed, said: "Why is this place different from before?"

Daiyu then asked with a smile, "Sister Ling often lives in these rooms?"

Xiangling said: "I don't come here very often, I always live there." Then he said strangely: "Usually I live there, why are we asked to live here this time?"

Seeing that she was pointing to Miaoyu's end, Baochai remained silent.But Daiyu couldn't wait to open the box, took out the poems inside, gave a cry, and pointed it to Baochai, only to see that the ink marks on the note were fresh and dripping.

Baochai and Daiyu looked at each other, Daiyu pointed to Xiangling, Baochai shook her head, and Daiyu pretended not to notice, so she took out the poem and commented with the two of them. It's just that the inner meaning is interesting, the tone of the boudoir is clear, and there are many chants about rising at night, so I can't help but glance at Baochai. It happens that Baochai is looking at her again, so Daiyu smiled and said, "What do you think, sister Bao?"

Baochai suddenly heard her calling herself Sister Bao, feeling uncomfortable all over, and said with a forced smile: "I think the sentence 'you can only entertain yourself, who can you tell me with elegance' is quite a person's essence."

Daiyu smiled and said, "I prefer 'the thick moss is more slippery, and the thick bamboo is hard to touch'. Just imagine how desolate it is to wake up in the middle of the night and only have frost, dew and bamboo moss as a companion! With only a few crosses, I will put this The desolate and meditative state is written so vividly that it cannot be expressed in words without having experienced this scene."

Xiang Ling then sighed: "She has been away from her parents since she was a child, and she lives in such a place, it's hard not to be miserable."

Knowing that she was thinking of her parents, Baochai shook her hand and said with a smile, "But she has a friend like you, so she won't be so lonely in the future."

Xiangling just smiled wryly.

Seeing that she was sad, Daiyu hurriedly said that she was tired, and Xiangling took the opportunity to say goodbye.

Chai and Dai watched her go out, and Daiyu grabbed Baochai's hand and said, "Not only Miaoyu, but also sister Ling has something to hide from us."

Baochai smiled slightly and said, "I already guessed it."

When Daiyu looked at her, she deliberately put on a show, asking Daiyu to rub her shoulders and back before she would speak.Daiyu said a few words in disdain, but she also clenched her tender fists, pretended to beat her a few times, and asked anxiously, "How do you say?"

Baochai laughed and said, "You beat too perfunctorily, I can't tell."

When Daiyu saw that she took Joe, she stomped her feet angrily, and said, "I think about it myself." Picking up the stack of poems, she read it from the beginning word by word, and suddenly realized: "Since last year, Sister Ling has made Miaoyu Mixed her poems with hers and sent them to us."

He stomped his feet again and said, "I can't blame Sister Ling for always sending us poems. Miaoyu has such a talent and has done so many poems. If she sent it all at once, we would immediately suspect it. If she sent it intermittently like this, she would only put a piece of poetry in it each time." Two songs, it's not too abrupt."