Jia Lian is Jia Lian, he doesn’t want to be pretentious and doesn’t bother to show off.
His free and easy attitude is really free and easy, and his indifference is really true, but his temper is also true temper.
I have this kind of virtue. If you want to be black, you can be black. If you want to be white, be white. As long as your heart is right and your heart is comfortable, it doesn't matter whether other people like it or not? Who do you think they are?
Zou Sen is hateful. If you want to deal with it, do it.
After cleaning up, clap your hands and leave.
The fight is over, I feel happy. What I have to do now has come to an end. I have handed over the aftermath to Yan Yan, so I don’t have to pester him anymore.
But this is definitely not the end, there are still other ways to play.
Jia Lian doesn't care as to whether the people around him have seen enough, whether they are enjoying themselves, what they expect, and how they evaluate it.
He doesn't want to stop for others.
He doesn't need everyone to like him, nor does he need everyone to understand him.
Those who praise him or scold him have no influence on what he wants to do, so he doesn't care.
White snow suddenly fell in the vast yellow sand, and orchid grass occasionally grew among the pines and ancient trees. He just came and left, no one could be invited, and no one could be kept.
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Jia Lian called for a carriage, invited Miaoyu and Xiuyan, and sent them all the way back to Panxiang Temple.
Many people who had not seen enough of the excitement followed all the way to Panxiang Temple, but Jia Lian ignored them.
Miaoyu, on the other hand, looked out quietly in the car, frowning, but not able to speak.
Miaoyu was reserved by nature, so she peeked over and saw that Jia Lian had been playing with the folding fan in his hand, but was not talking to her.
After waiting for a while, Jia Lian still didn't take the initiative to talk to her. Miaoyu couldn't bear it anymore and said softly:
"I am very grateful to Mr. Jia for saving me today."
When Jia Lian heard this, he raised his head and smiled:
"You're welcome, this is just a matter of course."
His frivolous words made Miaoyu, who always prided herself on being superior to ordinary people, very uncomfortable:
What? By the way? Didn’t you come here specially to save me?
This... this is naked contempt. I am willing to condescend to talk to you, but you treat me like this?
Miaoyu immediately turned cold and was about to question, but Jia Lian opposite had already lowered his head and continued to play with the fan, muttering softly:
"This needs to be improved and improved. Just a needle is not enough."
Obviously, in the eyes of Jia Lian at this time, the fan that can shoot needles and the Miaoyu with bare arms are obviously more obsessed with the former.
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Seeing that the car was approaching Panxiang Temple, Miaoyu suddenly became worried and spoke again:
"That day at Xiuyan's home, Xiaoni was rude to Mr. Jia. I beg Mr. Jia to forgive me."
She has a temperament of "the whole world is turbulent but I am the only one who is pure", and she has always believed that wealthy and aristocratic families must use their power to suppress others. At this time, she is willing to take the initiative to speak so many times, which is really very special to Jia Lian.
But Jia Lian still just raised his head and smiled:
"It's okay, who doesn't have any personality? I don't mind, and you don't need to mind either."
Then, lower your head and continue playing with the fan.
Miaoyu is determined not to give up:
"Why did Mr. Jia come to save me?"
I have been asking about this, and I am waiting for "I don't say thank you for the great favor, I can only promise it with my body."
But he happened to meet Jia Lian, who had a low tolerance for such a woman who had a high self-esteem.
I can’t be bothered to pamper you with all your bad habits.
I'm not your father.
Damn it! If I were your father, then the current emperor would be my son. Maybe Mr. Shi, the little spy, is also my son.
This time Jia Lian didn’t even raise his head:
"Oh, saving people is one of my hobbies.
Every time I have nothing to do and want to scratch the wall, I help a few people to relieve their boredom."
Miaoyu's face suddenly turned pale.
On the other hand, although Xing Xiuyan is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and comes from a poor family, she is the daughter of a hairpin, a thorn, and a skirt, but she is elegant and steady, indifferent and calm, and she speaks clearly and understandably:
"Master Miaoyu, Mr. Jia is a man who shows kindness without seeking repayment. We admire him in our hearts and he knows it in his heart."
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Compared with Miaoyu's arrogance, Jia Lian admires Xing Xiuyan's natural calmness.
The selfish and foolish Mrs. Xing took away almost all her family's belongings in order to marry Jia She to fill a house, which resulted in Xing Xiuyan and her family having to rent a house in Panxiang Temple. Xiuyan's father, Xing Zhong, and his wife both
He is a bad drinker. How did such a native family give birth to a girl who is unfazed by favors and humiliations and is content with the situation?
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When the car stopped outside the gate of Panxiang Temple, the kind-hearted Master Ming Ran was already waiting here with a group of nuns.
Jia Lian got out of the car first and saluted Master Mingran. Master Mingran put his hands together and said to Jia Lian:
"Today my little disciple suffered a disaster, thanks to Mr. Jia's generous help.
The poor nun had no repayment, so he just opened the gate of Panxiang Temple, where everyone was waiting for you, and invited Mr. Jia to come into the temple to serve tea."
The "three no's of this temple" written on the door of Panxiang Temple say: Do not open the temple door.
Today, in order to thank you Jia Lian, I will open the temple door wide.
Although there is no practical significance in going to a nunnery to have a cup of tea, but since everyone is here and Jia Lian is given such a big favor, then "respect is worse than obeying orders".
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The polite Jia Lian was welcomed into the temple by a group of nuns.
Miaoyu, who was full of resentment, was helped into the temple by her mother-in-law and maid.
Jia Lian was clearly invited into the guest room by the abbot, and the tea service was finished.
Ming Ran talked to Jia Lian about the customs of the capital, and suddenly said:
"It was fate that Mr. Jia saved Miaoyu, and she will be found somewhere in the future."
Jia Lian understood the meaning of these words and did not want to beat around the bush, so he said directly:
"My family is building a provincial villa, and there is a Cuicui nunnery in it, where we can take little master Miaoyu to stay temporarily, but it may not be a long-term stay."
Master Mingran suddenly let out a long sigh:
"It will last longer than this winter solstice."
Seeing that Jia Lian was confused and confused, the old nun said again:
"To be honest, Young Master, the poor nun also has some knowledge of the innate divine numbers and has calculated that this year's winter solstice will be the time of the poor nun's death."
Jia Lian waved his hand:
"If you don't know life, how can you know death."
Master Mingran put his hands together and said:
"The poor nun has long looked down upon life and death and doesn't care.
It’s just that my disciple Miaoyu, although she is in Buddhism, has no connection with Buddhism and will return to secular life sooner or later.
The poor nun figured out today that her fate was all tied to Master Jia, so she took the liberty to invite him here for a talk."
Jia Lian smiled:
"To be honest, Master Abbot, I also know some math skills. The results of little Master Miaoyu may not be related to me."
After a pause and shaking his head, Fang Nian said:
"The temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, and the talent is as great as immortal.
It is rare for people to be born solitary.
You say, eating meat is fishy and smelly, and you are disgusted by the vulgar beauty.
But they don’t know that people who are too high will be more jealous, and people who are too clean will be resentful.
It's a pity that the people in Qingdeng Ancient Palace are getting old; they have let down the beauty of the red and pink buildings.
In the end, it was still dusty and dirty, against my wishes.
It’s just like the flawless white jade is stuck in the mud; why, the prince and grandson lament that they have no chance!”
Jia Lian originally thought this was the judgment in the original text of "A Dream of Red Mansions", but I guess this old nun should have calculated it about the same.
Unexpectedly, Master Qingran shook his head repeatedly:
"Although Miaoyu has an awkward temperament that cannot be tolerated in the world, it would be too much to say that 'the dust is dirty and contrary to one's wishes'.
The poor nun calculated that she would be the imperial concubine."
What?
Princess?
Isn’t this a mess?
Jia Lian was about to speak, but was shocked by the next sentence:
"Master Jia is a person who is 'rebellious on the outside but has a Buddhist heart on the inside'. You are born to be a very rich and noble person."
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Could it be that the spirit of the Red Mansion has completely changed? The verdict of the characters in the Red Mansion no longer works?