Lin Jiajingyu's Counterattack in the Red Chamber

Life goes on regardless of who is living it.Time flew by, and it was the three-year period that he had made an appointment with Master Jiechen.

Lin Jingyu put the pen on the pen holder, moved her tired and numb hands, glanced at the heart sutra that had been copied on the left, calculated the amount needed, rubbed her forehead, and buried her head in the machine to repeat the action just now .

Yu Xiao dutifully grinds ink next to him, everything is quiet, the gentle rustling sound of fine Langhao strokes on the rice paper, and the sound of inkstone and inkstone rubbing against the base, quite a feeling of red sleeves, can act as the protagonist People don't seem to care about it.

"Snapped"

Like a clap of thunder on the ground, it woke up Xiao Tao who was dozing off beside her.Xiao Tao rubbed her tired eyes and shook her head.He raised his head and saw that his uncle was still writing hard.Embarrassed and mischievous, he stuck out his tongue, stepped forward to take off the coat of the glazed lamp not far from the desk, and picked out the lantern flower with a needle.Then he went forward and picked up the other lamps that were lit in the study, and the study became much brighter because of this.

Xianyin, who had been resting for a while, saw that the light in the study room was still on at this moment, so she put on her coat and got up.Then I saw Xiaotao brighten the lamp even more.He stepped forward to comfort him and said, "Master, it's Yin's time. Let's rest!"

Hearing Xianyin's words, Lin Jingyu waited until the entire Buddhist sentence in her hand was copied.Only then did he reply: "Xianyin, please rest first. I'll finish copying this, which is all about sincerity. How could it be interrupted, and besides, this is what Master Jiechen said clearly."

Yuxiao, who had been burying her head in grinding ink, raised her head and shook her head at Xianyin, who still wanted to comfort him. She knew what kind of man the uncle was.That day she went with the uncle, since Master Jie'an said to copy the Heart Sutra a thousand times on the eve of the Buddha's Day, since the uncle agreed, he must do so.

Xianyin was hesitant to speak, but after following his son for a few years, he also figured out his temperament.Knowing that no matter what, I will go back to rest after copying.But I don't know how long I will be transcribing the Heart Sutra thousands of times, and I have to go to Qingguang Temple tomorrow.The girl is really lucky.

Xianyin, who gave up consolation, said softly to Yuxiao who was obviously still holding on, "Yuxiao, I'll take care of you here for a while, you go to rest first. Someone will take care of you tomorrow."

Yuxiao thought about it, and felt that what Xianyin said made sense.There will always be someone to follow tomorrow, and she really can't stand it anymore.

Xianyin took over the work that Yu Xiao was doing, and continued to grind the ink.Frowning, when she came, only Yuxiao and Xiaotao were there.She remembered that Yanzheng and Yuxiao should be on duty together.She really didn't like Yanzheng's bright and pungent personality, a servant girl sometimes dared to talk back to her master because of her master's favoritism.Although the uncle is gentle, the maid should act like a maid.

Xianyin used to be Jia Min's personal servant girl. After following Jia Min for a few years, under Jia Min's guidance, she deeply understood her duty as a servant girl.She has never been used to Yan Zheng, who is sharp and sharp, and Yan Zheng complains about Xian Yin's frequent discipline of them based on their seniority.Why, didn't you just stay by Madam's side?

"Where are Yuxiao, Yanzheng and Yanhong?"

"Oh, sister Xianyin. Yanzheng took Yanhong to the small kitchen to cook tonic for the uncle!"

Xianyin slowly loosened her frown. Although this damn girl usually doesn't deal with her, she is still very dedicated to her duty.

Yuxiao saw that Xiaotao was really sleepy, so she asked Xiaotao to wake up Xinlu who was on duty today following the strings.Let Xinlu take Xiaotao's place and stay in the study.In Xinlanyuan, Lin Jingyu still lives in Xinlanyuan, which is adjacent to Luomei Pavilion, but Jia Min has plans to move Lin Jingyu out of the inner courtyard, after all, she is already grown up, and there are usually many inconveniences.As a result, Jia Min passed away before he could move Lin Jingyu out. Jia Min had passed away for nearly half a year, and the members of the Lin family who had just managed to recover did not have the intention to do so now. After all, Lin Jingyu was still young, and she could barely slow down.Xianyin is the oldest, and in terms of seniority, she is the only one.But if you say it with your heart, no one can say it right.Therefore, Yuxiao's words in Xinlanyuan are the best to use.

Lin Jingyu has been engrossed in transcribing Buddhist scriptures. It can be said that he is racing against time. Time is limited. For him, he wished that the sky would never dawn.He didn't respond to the handover work of the flute and string sounds.Although he heard some noises, but Yuxiao, Xianyin and others lowered their footsteps in order not to disturb him, and his current focus was on the Heart Sutra, so he didn't care even if he heard some noises.When Yuxiao came back with the blood bird's nest and invited him to eat, he put down his pen and looked up, and was a little surprised to see that the people in the room had changed.But it was only a small flash in the bottom of my heart, and the face didn't show the slightest bit.After all, he has been focusing on the matter of copying the Heart Sutra, and he himself is not sure whether Xianyin was with him just now, but for him, this influence can be minimized.He was really anxious. In other words, this thing is really hard to handle!

Lin Jingyu switched from small script to official script, from thin gold script to running script, from seal script to Yan script, with Song font mixed in between.In the end, he wrote it in wild cursive, and when he wrote everything he knew to refresh himself, he finally wrote the last sentence.At the last word, that pen seemed to be worth a thousand dollars.When she finished copying, she put the written page aside. Lin Jingyu wanted to put down the pen, but her hand was shaking all the time, and a little bit of ink was scattered on the white paper, revealing something.

After copying, Lin Jingyu deeply realized that his understanding of himself was far from enough, and he overestimated himself by not a little bit.He kept writing and copied until he felt that it was not his own, so he just finished copying, but it was almost the end of the next day.The maids in the middle changed several times, and when he finally finished copying and was told the time, he still couldn't react.After changing it for a while, it was considered to be in a state.

Seeing him in a trance, Yu Xiao wanted him to rest for a while, at least for a while, before going to Qingguang Temple.Lin Jingyu refused without hesitation, just kidding, he has been preparing for this for three years, if something goes wrong, he feels that he should hang up the southeast branch himself.

Of course, if he knew what happened next, he would have to take a short rest no matter what he said. Although he couldn't let his mind be full enough to adapt to changes, at least he should be able to play at least half of his usual level.The plan cannot keep up with the changes, the only thing that can remain the same in the world is impermanence!

Lin Jingyu, who was in a daze, took Yuxiao, Yanzheng, and Xianyin to the Qingguang Temple in a carriage.Originally, Lin Jingyu only planned to bring Yuxiao, but Xianyin saw Lin Jingyu's unsteady walk, and forced her to die.This is a life-threatening joke, this is planning to kill the Lin family, it's too dangerous!Lin Jingyu felt that she was making a fuss out of a molehill, but Xianyin persisted, and all the maids joined Lin Jingyu's enemy camp.After discussing for a long time, the two sides took a step back, and Lin Jingyu took on the strings and Yanzheng again.

Lin Jingyu's goal of going to Qingguang Temple this time is so clear that it can be summed up in one sentence, Master, I'll take the piece of jade I put there!Master Jiechen was not a procrastinator. After Lin Jingyu contributed a small part of his private house as incense money, housekeeper Lin wanted to pay him a sum of money when he left, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.Use your own private house at least a little bit of sincerity, although the wool comes from the sheep, but at least it is better than the previous situation.

Lin Jingyu hurriedly took the smoked jade that had been smoked for three years in the small Buddhist hall of Master Jie'an and went straight to the embroidery room he had saved, which is now a little famous in Suzhou.After handing it over to the embroiderer who had been waiting for a long time, she didn't intend to wander around the street and went straight back to the house.He was really sleepy. When he was copying the Heart Sutra, he kept a high level of tension, and he didn't feel tired yet.After finishing everything, he let go of the things that had been hanging in his heart, and now the only thing he thinks about is his lovely bed.

Of course, it was not the bed that greeted him, but Lin Ruhai who was already waiting in the study outside in an extremely bad mood.