Chapter 4 Thirty-three years old: birthday party

It was also under the peach blossom tree that the young master taught her to dance for the first time. At that time, she already had a new name, not a girl, but Xingren'er.It's no wonder that there are so many girls in the mansion, there are more than a dozen or twenty girls, if someone calls "girl", who knows who it is? Xingren'er is the name chosen by the master himself.Steward Li explained to everyone mysteriously behind his back: "There is an allusion here - there is a girl named Jiao Xing in it, just because she looked back, she met eyes with a down-and-out scholar, and was attracted by that scholar." Yes. Later, when the scholar became an official, he came back and married that girl, who was popular and hot. Not only did he not have to be a girl himself, but he also used three or four girls, and he called his servants. Do you know why that girl is so good? Fate? Because of the good name, 'Jiao Xing', 'Xing' means 'lucky', which means 'lucky'."

Everyone admired that the lower the class, the more innate understanding of these principles, they can easily digest and understand, and can draw inferences: "That means that Xingren'er means 'lucky person', is lucky I'm a human." Xing Ren'er didn't know all this, everything in Lu's mansion made her feel fresh, she just learned the rules with great interest, followed the servants and servants to get up early to greet the master and wife, and then followed behind others, seeing people washing the floor and wiping the furniture. She fetched water, and when she saw people lined up on the table, she handed them bowls.The master kept her in his room, but he didn't do much to court her, his eyes lingered on her occasionally, but he didn't touch her body.This made the wife a little puzzled, she didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in her husband's gourd, she studied it for a long time, and came to the conclusion that since he had so many Yinggeyanwu accompanying him in the flower building, naturally he didn't like it Idle flowers and weeds at home.

The master had two sons and one daughter, the eldest master Kefan and the young lady Keyan were born to his wife, and the youngest master Kejing was born outside the master's house and brought back. The biological mother was unable to enter the house, and died in a fit of anger.He died, but he didn't get the name of Zhenlie. Instead, people gossip and question the young master's lineage. Originally, the young master didn't look like anyone in Lu's house at all. My wife used to fight bravely to protect her status, but after middle age, her energy gradually weakened, and she lost interest in bed curtains, so she was not as persistent as before.But after all, I don't want the master to marry a character who is too aggressive. Even if I don't bother to compete for favor, I don't want anyone to fight with me.No matter how flamboyant the girl is, there is a limit to it, not to mention that Xing Ren'er looks simple and innocent, unlike the top-notch contender, taking her into the house should be harmless to him.The problem is, although Xing Ren'er is young and charming, but she doesn't understand style at all, how can she win the favor of the seasoned master in Fengyuechang?Even if she takes over the house, it will be difficult to really tie her husband.The only way for him to stop looking for flowers and willows outside is to plant the most beautiful flower tree in his own garden.

Under the peach blossom tree, the eldest young master Kefan taught slowly: "Look at me with charming eyes; put your hands on my shoulders with soft gestures. I will teach you how to dance first. Know how to advance and retreat, and then you will know the style." The cool wind travels through the bright and clear sunshine, all the way through the peach blossom forest in full bloom and over the wall, the fragrance is so moving.Xingren'er held her breath and looked up at the young master. He is so tall, a full head taller than her; he is so elegant and calm, his voice and speech are so pleasant, like singing; he is so handsome, and his smile is so warm that one feels like a spring breeze; he is so harmonious with this peach blossom forest, as if he is also a tree. Flower tree, the tallest and most magnificent tree among flower trees.

He is the king of peach blossoms. The King of Peach Blossoms looked down at a bud of a peach blossom that had not yet bloomed, and said tirelessly: "If you know how to advance and retreat, you will know the style. If you learn to dance, you will naturally be able to appreciate the love and affection between men and women, whether you want to welcome or refuse." She used her whole body to memorize his every word and appreciate his every gesture.He opened his arms, and she opened her arms; he moved forward and back, and she also moved forward and backward; he turned around in a circle, and she also turned around gracefully, disturbing the peach blossoms on the tree. Then they flew down one after another, covering their heads and bodies.

She smelled the delicate fragrance of flowers, and accurately distinguished the scent of a strange man from the fragrance of flowers. The gentle, masculine, mixed with light sweat, toothpaste and shaving water, was more intoxicating than the fragrance of flowers. Women's feelings start from the sense of smell.They are always sensitive and fond of the smell of the man they like, and they have a natural dependence and obedience.This may be because women are born mothers, with a primitive maternal instinct like animals, and all beasts use their noses to judge closeness. Xing Ren'er inhaled this favorite scent intoxicatedly, followed this noble man she had only seen in her life, followed him, imitated him, and comprehended him.

At first he was in front and she was behind; then he turned around and faced her, holding hands. This was the first time she danced in her life, and the first time she was so close to a man, so close that she could almost hear his breathing.Fragrant joy overflows from the bottom of my heart with the fragrance of flowers, and even my eyes are filled with happiness. Xing Ren'er thought, it turns out that happiness also has color, and it is the delicate and soft crimson of peach blossoms in March. This crimson beauty will be etched in her memory forever and ever.If one day she turns into ashes, she will also be a piece of pink ash; if she turns into smoke, she will also be a wisp of pink smoke...

Xinai woke up in a dreamland of apricot pink and pink, as if smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms. She looked at the sunlight on the curtains, the warm light can turn all fabrics or colors into milky white and translucent, and the sunlight can also empty out all the imagination in her mind.When people just wake up and see the sun for the first time, their IQ is equivalent to that of a newborn baby.Then all kinds of troubles and thoughts about reality are like dark clouds blocking the sun, and in the process of dragging people from the bed to the ground, they also block the sun from thinking.

The sun shone on the face of Lu Kefan who was sleeping beside him, and his smile was so sweet, as if soaked in a milk bath.My beloved stood in front of his bed for a long, long time, her small brows were tightly frowned, revealing a depth and concentration that did not match her age, but there was a smile on her lips, as if a little mother was looking at her child. She simply doesn't know how to love him, as long as he is willing, she will give him everything she can give.Unfortunately, she doesn't have much of herself, and she doesn't even have the ability to speak. She just celebrated her thirteenth birthday yesterday.She is already thirteen years old, the same age as Xing Ren'er when she married the master.

She agreed to marry the master for the sake of the young master.Because the young master taught her to dance, to know how to advance and retreat, and to understand style, just to make her his father's concubine. The young master's words are all golden rules; the young master's tricks are even more exhaustive. She followed every word he said, as if she had completed her homework. That night when the master came back from the banquet, he saw her combing her hair in the yard wearing a silver spring shirt with sprinkles and a flowered skirt, with a dark green bombshell belt loosely tied around her waist.He didn't think of why a girl would comb her hair at such a late hour, but she was attracted by that thick thick hair. For some reason, there was a flower fragrance in that hair.She turned her face in the fragrance of flowers, and smiled at him, like a peach blossom blooming, in the twilight, that delicate little face floated in the twilight, with a kind of beauty that is as real as it is illusory.

The master looked at her drunkenly, watching that peach blossom face and the scent of flowers gradually approaching, she said: "Master, let me help you." She put her hand on his, very close to her. Cling to him, snuggle him, the whole body softens when you get close to him, rather than supporting him, it's better to say leaning on him. The master hugged her tightly as soon as he hugged her, and he didn't let go of his arms all the way through the door.The wife was not in the room, it was a match made in heaven, so the master carried her to the bed and pulled down the curtain... But she suddenly got out of bed with a carp, her small face was tense, and she said seriously: "Master, you can't want me so vaguely." The master just pretended not to hear, and stretched out his hand to pull it. During the struggle, the bracelet fell off her wrist and broke into several pieces.The crisp sound made both of them stunned for a moment, the master let out a "cough", and she quickly knelt down. She was only wearing a thin underwear, kneeling on the ground shyly, holding herself tightly with both hands, as if it was her most precious thing-in fact, all she had was indeed only herself, and she was her own treasure , she is her own protection, she is her own bargaining chip, and at the same time she is her own escape route. She didn't know whether it was shock or cold, her little face was pale and her body was tense, but she still insisted in a small voice: "Master, you can't want me so vaguely." She didn't object to the master "wanting" her, but she didn't want to "want it vaguely". Of course the master understands.Master is not very willing.The master smelled a kind of conspiracy here: the empty yard, the empty house, the girl combing her hair in the yard, the girl resisting on the bed, refusing to "do not understand"... The master does not like others to set traps for her.The master gave up and said, "Then you go. Get me a basin of water to wash my feet." Beloved sighs.As a thirteen-year-old girl, her sighs were too frequent and too deep.Sometimes she really wishes she could forget those memories, be innocent and innocent like a normal thirteen-year-old girl, and stop being burdened by her previous life experience. If the memory could be screened, she was willing to keep only the part related to the young master, and treat the rest as if it didn't happen. Those humble, dirty, and humiliating memories can be regarded as not happening. She looked at Kefan, her eldest and young master in this life, not knowing how their journey in this life would be. Thirteen-year-old Lu Kefan is already very handsome and capable, and at the beginning of the year he showed all the characteristics of a playboy: he has extensive knowledge but memorizes his homework, he is good at speaking but lacks sincerity, he is good at playing football and swimming, and he already knows it well at a young age. Knowledgeable in clothes, good at phrasing and witty jokes, good at pleasing girls, wide range of interests, but impatient with anyone and anything.He is very busy, and his schedule is full from morning to night every day. In addition to attending classes, he also uses all his spare time to participate in various competitions, including football, speeches, singing, and dramas... His mother used to There is a very classic saying to describe a son, saying that he was so busy that he could bump into himself when he was about to go out when he entered the door. Under such a busy schedule, it is very difficult for Xinai to have a chance to see her cousin, and even if she does, she just passes by in a hurry.He always smiled handsomely and hurriedly said hello: "My beloved sister is here? Sit down." Then he left without touching the ground. Xinai can only judge his whereabouts from his attire. If he is carrying a mountaineering bag, he is going on an outing; back, and dressed too neatly, it probably means asking a girl to go to the movies or go shopping. She could picture him sharing a glass of ice cream head-to-head with some girl, and that always made her sad and jealous.He always changed the girlfriends he dated so frequently that she received new stimuli, but it was precisely because of his frequent girlfriends that she was relieved besides being sad: after all, he didn't really fall in love with anyone. Sometimes she also joined their parties, sat quietly and listened, or helped serve tea and water. She looked carefully, none of those girls looked better than herself, but all of them were eloquent and lively.They told jokes with him, sang karaoke, won sodas by guessing riddles with him, yelled, and flirted with him—girls of twelve or thirteen years old don’t know what real flirtatiousness is, they are all just flirting , posturing, meticulous and funny. She looked at it with disdain, but still faintly jealous.Because even such crude flirting, she can not.Disability is already disgusting, if you want to make troubles, it is really ugly people do too much to blame - she has no choice but to be a quiet mute. Kefan likes to organize parties and find all excuses to program programs.Just like yesterday, it was my beloved's birthday, but all the guests were Kefan's friends - Kefan said that he would hold a birthday party for her, but he was actually giving himself an excuse to make a new girlfriend.He recently met a girl from a neighboring school, and for some unknown reason, he dated her, so he asked someone to invite her to this impossible birthday party. Lovely and habitually used critical eyes to examine this uninvited guest, but this time, no matter how critical she was, she had to admit that this girl named Xiaohui was indeed a beauty, and she was more beautiful than the female student in the young master's previous life. Lovers are even more beautiful.She wasn't sure if this was the reincarnation of that female student, so she looked at her again and again, hoping to find some clues from her eyebrows and eyes. The girl had already noticed the lily-like Zhen Xin'ai in the corner. There was a kind of natural jealousy among the beautiful girls, so she whispered to her girlfriend: "Lu Kefan's cousin is so strange, why is she staring at people like that? And her dress is also so strange. Strange, so old-fashioned." My girlfriend said with a smile: "She is dumb and can't speak, and she wrinkles her face like a little old lady all day long, so serious." It was a gloating tone. Xinai couldn't speak, but her hearing was extraordinary, and the voices of the two girls were not too low, and every word and every word was clearly transmitted to her ears.She was a little annoyed, but there was nothing she could do, she could neither go up to question them, nor walk away - because this was her home, her birthday. She looked at Kefan for help, hoping he could give her some comfort.However, Kefan is like a butterfly wearing flowers, flying proudly among the colorful flowers. He doesn't notice his silent little cousin at all, or he doesn't think there is anything wrong when he notices——she is an incomplete and outdated person , deserves to be ignored, or ridiculed.Instead, it was his buddy, a boy named Li Yuanzheng, who noticed the heroine in vain, and came up holding a chocolate bar and said, "My dear, happy birthday." Heart raised her head and smiled gratefully at him.When people treat her a little bit better, she is always very grateful. Li Yuanzheng asked her: "Do you still paint?" She nodded and continued to smile.Because she knew that she would speak one day in the future, she always refused to learn sign language, and she was unwilling to express her wishes with gestures and babbles, so she only nodded, shook her head, smiled, and bowed her head to express her feelings. Limited expressions and actions.Or, just talk. She can write and draw well, and she is far smarter and better than her peers.Apart from her natural dumbness, she can be called a beautiful and talented woman.It's a pity that people are only willing to appreciate "normal" beauty.Those who cannot use language to communicate with others, no matter how beautiful you are and how much you know, they will not be willing to remember your name, but will only call you "dumb" or "disabled" in general.Only Li Yuanzheng did not give up communicating with Xinai. He has always had a special affection for this quiet genius girl, and persistently asked further: "What have you painted recently? Can you show me?" Xinai hesitated, nodded, stood up and walked towards her studio.Li Yuanzheng followed closely behind, looking at the girl's flowing long hair and slim waist, he thought for the thousandth time: What a pity. No one noticed their departure. The studio was converted from the basement.Once the door is closed, the bustling outdoors and the quiet indoors are separated into two worlds. Li Yuanzheng admired the painting while looking at it, and kept saying: "Okay, my love, you paint so well, better than all the painters I have ever seen." Lovely smiled and shook her head lightly, meaning: It's too exaggerated.Li Yuanzheng could guess her expression without looking back, so he added a footnote to his praise: "General painters are either realistic or abstract, and always paint things around him. But you, the content of your paintings seems to be It can travel through time and space and evoke people's memories of another era." My beloved was surprised, and even felt like weeping, for Li Yuanzheng's confidant.Why isn't Li Yuanzheng Kefan?It would be great if Kefan could care about himself, appreciate himself, understand himself, and cherish himself like Li Yuanzheng. Li Yuanzheng said: "Looking at your paintings, people have a feeling of confiding, wanting to take out all the words in their hearts, pouring out all their heart and soul, even pouring out the suffering of the previous life." So he began to confide, and indeed he poured out all the secret pain in his heart. Since he could remember, he has almost never said so many words, not even to Kefan——Kefan is talking to others When communicating, you always have to occupy the protagonist's position, so you won't quietly be an audience for others.He talked about his home, his divorced parents, his father's affair and his mother's loneliness, and when he talked about his emotions, he shed tears. Lovely listened, without making any expression, without any interruption, just listening silently, when he was crying, she handed him a tissue. He took it and pressed it to his face, shaking his shoulders without shyness and crying.His attitude towards her is very strange, it is extremely trusting, but it cannot be ruled out that he will deceive her because she is dumb and will not reveal the secret; he has the instinctive superiority of normal people over disabled people, and there is a little boy's admiration for girls of the same age; But when talking about each other, they often forget each other's ages, as if she was his big sister—maybe it was the fluid loneliness in the studio that made him feel as old as ever, and regarded her as someone from another time and space. Come here. He said so much that he forgot the time, and when the adults found them in the basement, it was already dinner time.Yuanzheng bid her farewell sobbing: "My dear, it's a pleasure chatting with you." Lovely smile, she can't even speak, so why chat? Li Yuanzheng understood the smile, and said shyly, "Although you don't speak, your eyes have already spoken a thousand words." This time even the adults laughed.This boy's speech is so romantic and interesting, and he is so passionate at such a young age.When I returned to the living room, I found that the crowd had dispersed, and Kefan was drunk because of drinking for the first time.Mother Zhen said: Just now he said that he wanted to lie down in his favorite room, but now he is probably fast asleep. When Xinai heard this, she left Li Yuanzheng behind and ran upstairs, opened the door, and saw Kefan lying on her bed without taking off her clothes, sleeping all over the place. The sleeping appearance of a thirteen-year-old boy is ugly, but Xinai just can't get enough of it. She thanked her parents for agreeing to keep him, and let him live in the same room with her without avoiding suspicion—just like when she was a child.It was also because Kefan slept so deeply, and the two children grew up together, so it was not a big deal to sleep in the same room. She looked at his face, and it was not difficult to imagine how he was full of tricks, mischievous, and competitive to show off.Who suggested drinking first?Maybe it was Kevan himself.He likes to be in the limelight.I wonder if the girl named Xiaohui drank it? I was thirteen years old when I drank alcohol for the first time.Together with wine. Above the lobby, Langui Qifang, Xingren'er is dressed in auspicious clothes, shoulders, elbows, and sleeves, three inlaid and three rolled, embroidered with gold and inlaid with silver, knelt and kowtowed to the master and wife to offer tea, greeted the young master and lady one by one, and then the husband and wife The servant girl knelt down on the ground for her, saluted and said hello, and changed her name to "Aunt Xing".She drank wine with the master in an upright manner, entered the room openly and pulled down the curtain... That was already a year later.After several rounds of "wanting to welcome but rejecting", she finally "pitched and accepted".The name is justified, and it is clear. Even the master himself found it difficult, and joked, "I've been chasing you for a whole year." This new term "pursuing" made him excited, but the situation with her was a little different. "Qingming breaks the snow, Grain Rain breaks the frost".When the master married her, the peach blossoms were already in full bloom.Not being able to get married in the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom is her only regret. "Aunt Xing".This is a title, but also an identity.She is not ignorant, she is an aunt.It's like what Butler Li said at the beginning: "Those who are popular and drink hot, not only don't need to be a girl, but also use a girl, and call the slaves to get up." She can easily get everything that many country girls dream of. Clothes to stretch out her hands to eat, the winter wind will no longer be biting, and she will no longer be hungry at night. The dishes for each meal are slightly different. There are special tailors to cut.However, she began to have another kind of trouble, like thousands of small bugs gnawing at the bottom of her heart, looking for an exit.But she herself couldn't tell what she was longing for and what she was dissatisfied with, so of course she couldn't save herself. If she hadn't been such an ignorant girl, if she had been a little more worldly or greedy, maybe she would have sought another life for herself. But she was dissatisfied with the status quo, but she was satisfied. There was a lonely emptiness in her heart that could not be filled, but there was only satisfaction in her mind, so she gave up.I gave up going to a deeper ideal of life, and gave up working hard in a better direction.She is peacefully being her Aunt Xing, and only when she is half asleep and half awake will she reveal a little real desire, but it is always misinterpreted. The voice downstairs disturbed her beloved's memory, and she could distinguish after a little concentration: it was Xiaohui's voice.What is she here for?Of course it was Kefan.I just met yesterday, and today I took the initiative to find you? She withdrew and went downstairs, determined to give this ignorant girl a little color, who told her to laugh at herself for being dumb yesterday. The little girl was already waiting impatiently downstairs, when she heard footsteps, she raised her head and saw her beloved, with obvious disappointment on her face: "Where's Lu Kefan?" Mother Zhen was comforting this fragile and frizzy little girl, and when she saw her beloved, she also asked, "Are you up? Where's Kefan? Is he awake?" Xinai saw Xiaohui's face suddenly change color, secretly proud in her heart, knowing that her mother's words made her help more and more, which caused her to misunderstand.She simply sat down on the misunderstanding, leaned tenderly in her mother's arms, smiled and shook her head, put her hands together under her face in a sleeping position, and smiled sweetly and shyly at Xiaohui. Xiaohui was about to shed tears, and murmured: "He made an appointment with me. He made an appointment to meet me in the park yesterday. I waited for him all morning..." At this point, I couldn't help it, tears formed Rolled down, finally broke down in tears. Xinai smiled apologetically at her, walked over and opened the door.The little girl's grievances had become a disaster, and when she saw the exit, she immediately rushed out like a dike.Xinai smiled contemptuously, and closed the door with her hands up, her gestures were crisp and neat without hesitation. Mother Zhen was dumbfounded watching her daughter's performance in one go, and felt something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't believe it for a while.This precocious daughter has always acted unexpectedly, and her expression and behavior today are more mature, almost like a jealous woman in the city. She is only thirteen years old, so she has such scheming methods, can't she?Yesterday was the children's party, and I deliberately hid to give them freedom, but I didn't know what happened that day and night.Where did this girl named Xiaohui come from, and why did her daughter's obvious hostility towards her arise? Today's children are all human beings, which is very difficult to understand. It was inconvenient for her to ask in detail, and she couldn't inquire in detail, so she had to put down her worries and ask her daughter to help her arrange breakfast.When the milk was cooked and the eggs were fried, Kefan came downstairs.