At the same time, in the study room of the Hong family.
Hong Songan followed Huo Xiaoling to the study room to meet the Hong family's aunt who was good at writing novels.
This aunt is already sixty years old, but she likes to wear braids. When she saw Hong Songan, she blinked and said happily:
"Oh, you are Hong Song'an. Come here and chat with your aunt first!"
Hong Songan felt that something was wrong with this aunt's state, but she couldn't tell her directly, so she could only glance at Huo Xiaoling.
Huo Xiaoling nodded to her, lowered her voice, and reminded her, "My aunt is a nice person, you don't have to worry."
Hong Songan then hummed and walked forward.
"Xiaoling, you won't be angry if I talk to An An alone?" My aunt looked at Huo Xiaoling and smiled kindly.
How could Huo Xiaoling say a word of disagreement? This person didn't look too old, but she was very senior. Many people in the Hong family would bow to her.
After making sure that Hong Songan would not be hurt, Huo Xiaoling nodded, turned around and walked out.
After Hong Songan and her aunt were left in the study, they saw a faint smile on the lips of a woman in her sixties.
"Have you forgotten your aunt's name? It doesn't matter, my aunt wants to get acquainted with you again. I am Hong Daidai, and I am the one who is the most unprofessional in the Hong family."
The Hong family all like to study antiques and how to rob tombs, but she just likes to write stories.
Those stories about the past, about love compiled from many things, are what she likes to record the most.
For Hong Daidai, writing about it is like writing about her own love.
"My love is not going well, so I want it to be smoother in other stories with me as the protagonist... An'an, do you laugh at your aunt?" Hong Daidai asked.
Hong Songan shook his head, "Of course not."
"I knew your child was different from them... Come on, An'an, help me read the plot." With that said, Hong Daidai pulled Hong Songan and sat there.
Then, she opened a small notebook.
This notebook is actually full of plum-blossom regular script, which is delicate and neat.
However, the content is not a poem, but a brief introduction to a story.
"The plot I'm going to write next is like this. Look carefully... you are young people, probably smarter than me, and can help me analyze it." Hong Daidai said with a smile.
This aunt trusts her so much, what else can Hong Daidai say?
Of course, nod and say yes.
Then I read it word for word carefully——
"Hong Daidai went to give Xiao Xuanyin fried leeks, but Xiao Xuanyin refused to eat them because in Buddhism, they have a strong smell. Chu Yan came up and told Hong Daidai to help him calculate his horoscopes. He knew these things very well. , and then figured out that Hong Daidai and Xiao Xuanyin had children and so on. Remind Hong Daidai to make dumplings for Xiao Xuanyin. Then Hong Daidai made dumplings and fed Xiao Xuanyin. But Xiao Xuanyin dipped her hands in ink, and Hong Daidai said that she would feed them herself. A feeding temptation!
Hong Daidai remembered that in her last life, Grandma Feng falsely accused her of leaking the most precious relics of the Buddhist temple and was kicked out. This time, Hong Daidai fought back, and Xiao Xuanyin helped her find the relic and put it in the house of Grandma Feng's daughter. When Nanny Feng brought the monk to check, Hong Daidai deliberately pretended to be nervous, making Nanny Feng think she was about to succeed. Instead, the relic was finally found in Grandma Feng’s daughter’s house. Hong Daidai directly told her to send her daughter to see the official. One of Xie Ruqing's young generals is missing! As for this matter, Hong Daidai continued to ask Ting Xue Mingxiao to send a message to Mrs. Liu in Earl Suning's Mansion. "
As for the plot, Hong Songan thought it was pretty good.
She was just curious as to why her aunt wanted to write a story about the heroine La Fuzi.
"Because normal stories are no longer enough to excite me. And... I used to like a person who devoted himself to practicing Buddhism." Hong Daidai said, holding Hong Songan's hand.
Suddenly, she became a little nervous, squinting her eyes and said: "An'an, you must not have thought that I have left the Thirteen Cities of Tianfang, right? When I was young, I followed them out. I fell in love with a man named Xiao man. But that man... already has a wife. His children are almost as old as me. I think when love comes, I will have it... But they say that our love is not accepted by the world, and I I can only separate from the man I like..."
Thinking of this, Hong Daidai felt very sad.
After wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she said to Hong Song'an: "I know that the person you like is from the Xiao family. The person I like is a family member. As your elder, I don't have this fate to have love, so As my descendant, you help me, hold the person you like, and never separate, do you understand?"
Hong Songan was looking at her with this kind of look, and felt a little indescribable. In the end, she could only nod and say one word: "Okay."
"Be good, I know you are the smartest and best in the Hong family." Hong Daidai said, with a hint of evil in her eyes.
Just when Hong Daidai raised her hand to touch Hong Songan's head, Huo Xiaoling outside suddenly opened the door anxiously.
"Auntie, I'm sorry that we disturbed you. But now An An must go there... there's a fight over there." Huo Xiaoling looked at Hong Song'an nervously.
"What started the fight?" Hong Songan suddenly felt a bad feeling.
Huo Xiaoling sighed and said helplessly: "It's Ye Xingtong and Qiao Ruilin. The situation is not good, Qiao Ruilin has been injured. An'an, hurry up. It's not a good thing for this kind of thing to happen in the Hong family."
The Hong family is actually a bit superstitious and doesn't like to see such bloodshed in their home.
Hong Songan was led by Huo Xiaoling and others, and he hurried over to stop them.
However, when they came over, Ye Xingtong had already beaten Qiao Ruilin and fell to the ground from the French window on the second floor.
Qiao Ruilin was in a bad state. He raised his hand, pointed in the direction of Hong Songan, and said weakly:
"An'an... I know... I probably really won't survive. You... come here and give me the last comfort, okay?" Qiao Ruilin said weakly.
Seeing that Ye Xingtong had no problem, Hong Songan went over to see Qiao Ruilin first, "What's going on with you? Why are you fighting with Ye Xingtong?"
"Why don't you ask Ye Xingtong why he went crazy suddenly? It's me who's pitiful now, and I'm the one who's miserable... Wuwuwu, you should care about me, you should take care of me more... Look how pitiful I am, how pitiful I am. !" Qiao Ruilin pretended to be weak instead.
Ye Xingtong said with a cold face: "Hong Song'an, do you choose him or me?"
