Chapter 16 Hindsight
The carriage entered from the side door of Su Mansion, and happened to meet the second uncle and his group who were returning home after drinking until they were 70% drunk. They asked a few questions about Su Taner tonight. Su Tan'er responded with a few words as normal about what she had seen and heard, whether she had a good time at the poetry party and so on.
At this time, many poems were still being circulated in the city, and Shui Tiao Ge Tou was certainly a good one, but it was still impossible for the time being to really cause a sensation or gain a reputation that surpassed Tonight's. Kang Xian's few words of reprimand from the Zhishui Poetry Club have not yet been heard. In the eyes of ordinary people, the top poems are mostly the same. In the eyes of ordinary people, this poem is good, but compared with Cao Guan, Li Pin and others. may be just similar, or Or because of the reputation of these talents in the past, they may think less of this water tune song. Only those who are truly talented and knowledgeable can clearly perceive the profound meaning and return to nature of this song, and feel it. distance.
Su Zhongkan just talked about business tonight, drank wine with prostitutes, etc. He didn't care much about poetry. Naturally, things like Ning Liheng had not yet reached his ears. The uncle and nephew exchanged a few pleasantries and separated on the road. Su Tan'er and his four servants returned all the way to the small courtyard where they lived. Except for the big lantern outside the courtyard door, which was still on, the courtyard was quiet, with only the watery moonlight in the sky. Sprinkle down.
Su Tan'er glanced a few times into the darkness of the room on the second floor over there, and Xiao Chan asked: "Miss, I need to call my uncle..."
"No, he's already asleep. There's no need to wake him up. Chan'er bring some warm water, Xing'er and Juan'er, you guys go to bed early... Chan'er, if you still have energy, I can tell you the story that my uncle told you. Do you want to listen?"
Chan'er smiled and nodded, and Juan'er and Xing'er on the side also raised their hands quickly.
"Miss, we are not sleepy."
"We want to hear it too."
She glanced at the two girls angrily, then smiled and said: "Then let's come together. Speaking of which, I haven't heard a story in a long time."
"I remember when we were young, the lady told us stories with books..."
"Yes, yes, I still remember..."
A few girls were chattering, and then Su Taner came up Upstairs, Juan'er and Xing'er helped Chan'er boil warm water, brought a wooden basin and towels and went up together.
The lights of the city in the distance gradually became quieter. In the quiet courtyard, warm yellow lights floated in the windows on the second floor, reflecting the silhouettes of the master and servants in the room talking and laughing. .
I don’t know how long it took, and the night became much darker. The three maids came out of the room, then closed the door and went downstairs. After returning to her room, Chan'er closed the door and leaned against it gently, holding her chest with both hands, raising her head and taking a deep breath. There was a complex look on her innocent little face, happy and happy. Doubts, fears, longings, all kinds of things.
Su Tan'er has taught her many things, so her heart is naturally not pure and simple. She also has small thoughts, but these small thoughts are always for the sake of the people and things she likes around her, such as Miss, for example, the Su family, or now Ning Liheng.
In the past, she could refute Mr. Qin at the chess stall about the Su family's affairs. During this time, she got along with Ning Yi. Ning Yi has an indifferent personality, but he also has a humorous side in daily life. ——Although he didn’t do anything serious, he also acted like he was taking everything lightly, and treated her kindly, which she naturally liked.
On the other hand, I not only like the lady, but also have various emotions of gratitude and gratitude. In short, it means I like her very, very much. She understands the young lady's previous troubles, and probably knows what the young lady likes. Now that she finds that her uncle is not the nerd that she heard before, she will naturally consider the marriage between him and the young lady. If they like each other, It was of course the best to come together naturally. She didn't have to do much, let the young lady see and know about her uncle, and let her uncle know how good the young lady was - this in itself was also her job as a personal maid.
She knew that the young lady liked poetry, but the things her uncle had written before were of course nothing useful. Sometimes she even felt that her uncle had written those things deliberately to make a joke. Tonight I saw my uncle composing the water melody song. Although she was not knowledgeable, she could always sense the goodness of the words. She seemed to have discovered a treasure. She immediately took the words to the Puyuan Poetry Club, planning to find time to give them to the lady. Look, when she saw Xue Jin coming over, she knew what she would find in it, so she naturally took out the words and sentences. No matter what, this poem should be very good, and it should not lose points.
She just didn't expect that in the eyes of those people, this poem would be that good.
If she had an accurate idea before, she would never have come up with this poem rashly like that. Now it seems that trying to show the young lady her uncle's talent has had the opposite effect - it seems that Miss Lian She was also frightened. She seemed a little unprepared on the boat, so she also felt guilty. Originally, I just wanted to prepare a small surprise, but who knew that the surprise was so big that it scared me...
Oh, how could it be like this...
The lights were swaying like dots, Xiaochan, who was not very sleepy, sat at the table, holding her chin in her hands and thinking distressedly. What she had in her hands was the original manuscript of the water tune title written by Ning Yi, so she read it a few times.
My aunt, as long as you are talented, you don’t need to be this high...How will Xiaochan tell you these things tomorrow...
It is indeed my aunt’s fault.
She pouted and stretched out her fingers to gently poke the rice paper twice. When he saw the last sentence, his face gradually turned red again. Then he carefully folded the paper again and put it back at the bottom of the drawer.
Blow out the oil lamp, the little girl's face getting hotter and hotter, groping in the dark, slowly went to bed...
"Thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon... Hee..."
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In the early morning, white mist filled Jiangning City again, and the bright scenery was still coming from The fog rises above, and the magnificent morning light bursts out.
After waking up, Ning Yi felt refreshed and his energy was almost restored. After another day of rest and consolidation, you can go to class tomorrow. As for today, you can get some wooden sandbags and the like from the nursing home. This body has been weak for many years, and it will be useless without thorough exercise.
The steward who manages the nursing home seems to be named Zhang. According to the atmosphere I feel in the Su family now, Old Mrs. Su is quite caring. He just has to consider how to deal with things like wooden figures and sandbags. Coming to the yard would have had a big impact on Su Tan'er and the others. It was fine for me, a weak scholar, to go for a run. If he suddenly said that he wanted to practice martial arts, they would probably think of him as a fool.
To make them accept that they are a little different, they have to do it slowly. This may be a bit fast. He weighed this boringly in his heart. Later, while they were sitting together drinking meat porridge at breakfast time, it seemed that Su Tan'er had been looking at him with a strange look.
After a few casual glances, Ning Yi put down his bowls and chopsticks and looked at his wife in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"No." Su Tan'er smiled slightly. , shook his head, "I just think that my husband is in good spirits this morning."
"Oh, my condition should be fine. Cough... my throat seems to be a little dry, but I will definitely be fine after today. I can go to the academy."
"I'll be fine if I'm fine. My husband has been fine these days. Maybe it will be very busy."
"Busy?"
"Yes." Su Tan'er nodded without further explanation and began to sip the porridge in a ladylike manner. In doubt, Ning Yi felt that the smile hanging on the corner of her mouth was somewhat similar to Mona Lisa's smile...
What does it mean? Does the academy want to give me extra work? Ning Yi speculated in his mind about the possible meaning of the other person's words. It wasn't until he finished his porridge and returned to the room, when Xiao Chan timidly came over and explained what happened last night, that he finally accurately grasped the emotion contained in the other person's eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, uncle, Xiaochan originally just wanted to...just want to show it to the lady, but that Xue Jin is so hateful..."
Ning Yi listened to her in stunned silence, and then His expression calmed down, and after thinking about it for a while, he laughed in a funny way.
"Oh, it's okay, it's not a big problem."
Seeing that he was not angry, Chan'er nodded happily and said, "Yes, my uncle's talent..." With a bang, Ning Yi's fingers flicked to her forehead.
“Who said I have talent? Don’t tell others that in the future.”
"...Oh." The little girl hesitated and nodded.
"In this case, I won't go out today." Ning Yi thought for a while and laughed, "It seems that I will have to be sick for a few more days..."
The sun shines through the window When the radiation came in, Ning Yi walked back to the bedside with a storybook novel in hand, preparing to pretend to be sick and stay in bed. After a while, he waved to Xiao Chan again, and Xiao Chan put down her anxiety, moved the Go box and the small table for playing backgammon from a corner of the house, and trotted over happily...
Last night during the Mid-Autumn Festival, some people went to bed late, so most people got up a little late this morning. It took Jiangning City about half an hour late to resume its usual prosperity. It was not until noon that day that what happened at the Zhishui Poetry Meeting last night, mixed with other news about poetry, gradually spread widely. The influence of this water tune song also began to spread in the city of Jiangning in the next few days. , set off continuous shocks and waves, and continued to expand as time deepened... (End of this chapter)