Quiet night.
The light was still on in the eldest lady's room.
The window is open a crack, yesterday's plum blossoms have replaced peach blossoms, and tonight the wind is cooler than last night.
"Ahem..."
The eldest lady coughed lightly, and the firelight added a bit of blush to her pale face.
The peach petals floating from the window fell on the rice paper.
A pair of jade fingers held the petals in front of her eyes and looked at them carefully, wondering where these petals came from?
Xiao Mansion did not plant peach blossoms.
After a long time, the eldest lady smiled sadly: "What do I care about these people?"
"cough."
He couldn't help but cough again.
The eldest lady took a sip of water from the water glass.
It seems that the eldest lady's illness is not serious, but only the eldest lady herself knows what is really difficult.
Without Lin Da's instructions, the eldest lady would not be as calm as she seems now.
But the eldest lady always remembered what Lin Da brought back and told her to persevere and hold on.
So the eldest lady always insisted on acting calmly even if it was difficult, so as not to worry her family.
It can also make the servants feel some strength.
Eleven people in the Xiao family are now infected with the disease, but unlike other families, no one in the Xiao family has died. Although they are all isolated, everyone is in a calm mood.
Because the people of the Xiao family can feel the warmth brought by the master and his wife, and can also clearly feel the hope brought by their servant Lin Da.
Everyone firmly believes that as long as he persists, Lin Da can always find a way to save everyone.
"Cough cough cough..."
The eldest lady coughed again, this time the cough was more severe, she felt cold and weak, and she broke out in a cold sweat. Simply drinking water had no effect, and there was no effective medicine.
However, whenever the eldest lady couldn't bear it, she would look at the letter in her hand.
This was written by her daughter Xiao Yuchan to her.
The eldest lady has grown up and is sensible.
Knowing that my mother was sick and needed someone to accompany her, I wrote and chatted with my mother.
Xiao Yuchan's letter naturally mentioned Lin Da.
It tells every detail of how Lin Da went to the academy to study with her.
The eldest lady was a little yearning, but what interested her even more were the many poems written by Lin Da as a gunman for her daughter.
Lin Wanjie always said that these poems came from his hometown, but Xiao Yuchan didn't believe it, and neither did the eldest lady.
The eldest lady was surprised by Lin Da's talent, and she didn't know where he learned it from, or maybe it was really a talent?
Every time she sees a poem written by Lin Da, Mrs. Lin will forget her illness and immerse herself in the artistic conception of the poem.
"On a white jade plate with green vegetables, green silk, and West Lake, I look back to Lin'an. On a spring day in a bamboo fenced hut, I am happy to see plum blossoms and snow."
The eldest lady copied all these poems. She felt that only by copying the poems written by Lin Da could she get closer to his heart and know what he was thinking.
But the eldest lady thought wrong. When she copied these poems once or even several times and tried to integrate them into Lin Da's heart, she saw different people in her heart. Lin Da seemed to have countless different hearts, which made Lin Da feel uncomfortable. People are unpredictable.
But it's really amazing.
"It's a pity that the image of a fool is too..."
The eldest lady wanted to say that this image was somewhat bad, but as soon as she thought about it, she felt it was wrong.
Wouldn't it be even more amazing for such a silly image to create such shocking poetry?
"The rise and fall of eternal dreams of prosperity, the poetic eye is tired of the horizon. The trees in the Confucius Forest, the creeping grass in the Wu Palace, and the jackdaws in the Chu Temple.
There are several huts and thousands of volumes of books, which are transferred to old villagers. What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea. "
"This idiot, with his reckless aura, also has such a sentiment?"
The eldest lady murmured in a low voice, raised the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but snicker. She had already forgotten her illness.
The poems on the table one after another turned out to be a good antidote for the eldest lady. Seeing that these poems with different styles and different rhythms were put together, placed in front of her, she looked at them carefully.
They originally seemed like countless individuals, but they merged into one person.
That naive and silly Lin Da was sometimes fierce, sometimes decisive, sometimes lustful, and sometimes withdrawn.
Xiao Yuchan wrote in her letter.
Lin Hanzi wrote a poem in his letter to Sanniang, which is absolutely beautiful and the best among many poems. It is better than any poem written for her.
The eldest lady put the words in front of her eyes and whispered.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? "
excellent……
The eldest lady nodded repeatedly. There is no doubt that this word can be passed down from generation to generation.
But the eldest lady was amazed when she saw this work, but she didn't feel the jealousy in her daughter's heart.
Among Lin Da's many poems, there is an unfinished poem that is most popular with him. Unfortunately, it only has the second half and the first half is missing.
I don’t know if half of it is missing, but I still have daydreams and always construct ideas in my mind.
It seems that I have to fill in the first half of the poem by myself, but unfortunately there is a huge gap in talent and learning. I want to try to fill it in, but it is in vain.
Late at night, the pain kept people awake, so the eldest lady took up writing again.
"The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart."
"How could a grown man come up with such sad poems? Help Yuchan write poems? It's a good thing he can imitate a woman's tone... cluck..."
Lin Wanjie had just arrived at the eldest lady's door. He was full of anxiety and was about to knock on the door when he heard a burst of "giggle" laughter coming from inside.
The voice sounds like a lady.
Lin Wanjie was confused. Isn't the eldest lady sick?
Why are you smiling so happily?
Could it be... could the information be wrong? Or is Xiaolian lying and deliberately deceiving herself to come back?
It’s wrong to think about it.
If Xiaolian is lying to others, Yu Jiaoer will not lie to others.
Mingming also said that the eldest lady was ill.
What happened?
Lin Wanjie couldn't understand, but felt much more relaxed.
"Madam, Madam!"
Lin Wanjie knocked on the door, and the laughter inside immediately stopped and turned into a shocked response.
"Lin Da? Is that you?"
"It's me, madam, I'm back. Open the door quickly!"
"Just come back, this door won't be opened."
"Why?"
"Ahem... Madam is sick and can't infect you."
"Don't worry, ma'am. I'm a doctor and I'm in good health so I won't get sick. And even if I get sick, I'll be sick a long time ago. If I've been fine for so many days, I'll be fine."
Lin Wanjie relied on his good health and didn't care at all. He opened the door and went in. He saw that the huge room was empty, except for the light in the back room window.
The whole room was filled with silence.
Lin Wanjie felt inexplicably distressed, watching the eldest lady sitting at the window wearing thin clothes, covering her chest with one hand, as if she might cough at any time.
However, the eldest lady did not care about this and waved her hand and said: "Lin Da, you have come back just in time. Please tell me, madam, what is the word "Shangque"?
"ah?"
Lin Wanjie looked at the rice paper in the eldest lady's hand, feeling a little dazed.
"Tell me quickly. Madam has been thinking about it for a day and doesn't understand what it means."
Lin Wanjie read: "The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower."
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. "
