Chapter 133 Literary Girl

The first person to notice Shui Yi was Chen Heng, and Daiyu happened to have nothing to do at that time. Chen Heng told him his thoughts, and he believed that Lin Daiyu would definitely find the difference of Shui Yi.

Shui Yi was a special woman. Her specialness was not only her tall and thin figure, but also her good looks at this age.

Wrinkles appeared on her dull face, and her gray hair hung on her forehead. Although she was wearing clothes donated by the city, it did not affect Shui Yi's gentle temperament.

This old woman over fifty years old had a pair of round and bright eyes. The lips that were often pursed would bend because of the appearance of the little grandson, and then she would take out the snacks that the child loved from the worn-out shoulder bag that she carried all year round.

This shoulder bag has been carried on the back of Shui Yi since she appeared in the camp, and has never been lost.

Lin Daiyu's thoughts were more detailed than Chen Heng's. She was taught by Jia Shi since she was a child, and she often dealt with maids and nannies. From Aunt Shui's words and deeds, it can be seen that she has received good etiquette education.

This education is hidden in the details. She is neither as reserved and shallow as the young lady of a small family, nor as confident and self-sustaining as the young lady of a large family. On the contrary, she is a bit dutiful and cautious in the rules.

Daiyu has always been smart. After discovering these characteristics, she immediately guessed that Aunt Shui was a maid from a large family. It is inevitable to be curious. Sister Lin is very interested in the experience of the other party.

Why did she leave the master's house? How did she escape to Yangzhou? And why did Chen Heng insist on bringing his grandson home?

After a few days of contact, the well-behaved Daiyu quickly gained Aunt Shui's trust. In several casual conversations, the latter's life trajectory gradually unfolded in front of Daiyu.

Aunt Shui was born in a powerful family in the capital. It is said that the family's surname is Shui, and it is an extremely remarkable family. Shui Yi's parents and grandparents were all from this family, and they even took the same surname as the head of the family.

This is extremely rare among children born in this family. Daiyu felt that there was something hidden in it, but Shui Yi was unwilling to talk about it in depth, and it was obvious that she still had taboos in her heart.

Shui Yi was driven out because the young man she served married a lady. This lady had a prominent family background, and she had a lot of control over the young man as soon as she entered the mansion. It happened that this young man liked to seek flowers and ask willows, and he was used to being unruly. In this way, the couple often quarreled.

When Shui Yi was sixteen years old, the drunk young man forcibly occupied her on a rainy night.

Using such words, it is inevitable that something is wrong for a child born in a family.

"We can never escape this." When recounting this experience, Shui Yi's face was neither sad nor painful. It was more like describing a destined little thing, but Lin Daiyu felt distressed.

The new wife was very intolerant. Even though she was just a maid, she thought that Aunt Shui was mean and seduced her. She drove Aunt Shui out of the house regardless of Aunt Shui's parents' pleading.

The young man just watched and stood by.

Even though he had whispered all kinds of love words and made all kinds of promises to Aunt Shui a few nights ago.

"For a man, the most important thing is to be able to do things."

Aunt Shui said carefully, but Lin Daiyu still heard that she was mocking and resisting, even though the voice was so weak and powerless.

With the help of her parents, Aunt Shui, who had been beaten with dozens of boards, was adopted by a villager. The villager had a son of the same age, who was not handsome and could not even speak clearly. He could only work hard and smile foolishly.

Lin Daiyu noticed that when Aunt Shui mentioned this person, her smile was like a flower in the spring field, which was unforgettable.

The story that followed was inevitably a cliché. Two young people of similar age, spending time together day and night, naturally came together. Even if they were ridiculed by the world, they lived their own lives firmly.

Although she experienced the early death of her husband, son and daughter-in-law, Aunt Shui still did not regret her decision. Just like she insisted on taking her grandson home now, so desperate.

"Why do you want to take your grandson back? It's not easy to come to Yangzhou." Lin Daiyu asked a question that her brother was also very concerned about.

No matter how you look at it, staying in Yangzhou is the best choice now. There are weaving workshops in the west of the city recruiting workers, and the government office cares about refugees. Staying in Yangzhou and starting a better life again, isn't it good? Why must I go back to the capital?

"That's my home." Aunt Shui smiled noncommittally, her eyes were full of concern and nostalgia for her hometown, and her words contained an unpersuasive firmness, "My old partner and children are buried there, I have to go back to accompany them."

When Baoqin saw this record, she was also disappointed. Lin Daiyu's writing style is very similar to Chen Heng. In addition to the use of punctuation, the words and sentences are also as simple and plain as possible.

But no matter how simple the words are, they cannot cover up the tragic fate of Aunt Shui. Baoqin was angry at the indifference of the young man, and also felt sad about Aunt Shui's miserable fate.

"Sister Lin, are you going to publish it in the newspaper?" Xue Baoqin was a little curious.

Lin Daiyu was a little distressed, and couldn't help raising her hand and hitting her forehead and said, "I don't know, I always feel that something is missing."

This intuition is Lin Daiyu's innate talent. She is more sensitive in writing than others think.

Baoqin looked at her with some fun, and smiled and reminded: "Sister Lin's action reminds me of someone. Why not ask him?"

When she said this, Lin Daiyu realized that her actions just now were the same as when Chen Heng was thinking about the problem.

She showed a shy smile and said with a bit of hesitation, "It is indeed a solution, but how do I make an appointment with my brother?"

Lin Daiyu felt that it would be impossible to explain this matter only through letters. The first thought that comes to mind is to meet each other. She felt that as long as she talked to her brother, she would definitely get some answers. This trust is so direct.

But now that the other party is busy outside the city all day long, how to see the other party is really a problem.

Baoqin can't do anything about this.

Jia's family is different from her mother. Different births and upbringings bring completely different rules and lifestyles.

Lin Daiyu also knew this, so she had no choice but to get on the carriage back home after finishing her business at the academy.

In the swaying carriage, Xue Yan saw the young lady changing her sitting position frequently, and also noticed how strange Dai Yu was today.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? You don't feel well."

Lin Daiyu shook her head and just raised her hand to lift a corner of the curtain. Outside the carriage, red light poured on the ancient city, and the noise of the market had just come in, and was blocked by the hanging curtains.

"How long until the city gate closes?" Daiyu asked.

Xue Yan replied honestly: "There is still more than half an hour."

"Let's go out of the city." Lin Daiyu's heart suddenly trembled, and she waved her hand excitedly, "Let's go find our brother. I have something to ask him for."

"Ah?!" Xue Yan was shocked, but before she had time to hesitate, she had already responded, "Oh, slave, go out and talk to the coachman right now."

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When Lin Daiyu appeared in front of him holding the stove, it was completely impossible for Chen Heng not to be frightened.

"Why are you here?" Chen Heng looked a little nervous. It was getting dark now, and the camp was full of lively scenes of families cooking. Why did his sister run out of the city?

Sister Lin shifted her gaze from the surrounding scenery to her brother in the sunset. She suddenly lowered her head and smiled, "Of course it's my sister who wants to see my brother if she has something to do."

Everyone is already here, so saying 'come and see them tomorrow' now won't help. Chen Heng nodded, packed up the information on the table, stood up and said, "Xinda, help me pack them up."

"Eh."

The evening breeze blows on the grassland after the ice and snow have melted, and the colorful clouds cover them, setting off waves of short waves.

Chen Heng and Lin Daiyu walked slowly outside the camp, and the topic inevitably turned to the reason why the other party came here.

After reading the article written by Sister Lin, he asked in confusion before the other party elaborated: "Do you feel that something is missing?"

"Brother, how did you know?" Lin Daiyu was so pleasantly surprised that she even walked briskly, "Yes, after I finished writing, I felt something was wrong."

"Because it lacks some impact." Chen Heng returned the article to his sister with a smile, and fell into brief contemplation.

My sister is definitely different from ordinary girls. There may be no difference in intelligence, but few people can match her in terms of precocious wisdom.

In addition, she has an exquisite heart with seven orifices, so she can't help but think more deeply and more about people and things.

Just like the article in front of me, if you look at it as news published in a newspaper, it is already very complete. The causes and consequences are appropriately detailed.

But if you want to use it as an extension of Sister Lin's ideas, something is missing.

In Chen Heng's eyes, Daiyu's recent agitation was the awakening of his will and thoughts. Just like the troubles every child faces when entering adolescence, she wants to see a more real world and is eager to talk to this world.

This idea inevitably becomes tricky when it comes to Aunt Shui.

Essentially, what Aunt Shui reveals is the life and death of slaves taken by a wealthy family. It is the fate of an individual who is unable to resist power and can only choose to accept the consequences.

Sister Lin's precocious wisdom allowed her to easily capture this. Her good character made her unwilling to turn a blind eye to this matter. It’s just that I am limited by my knowledge and experience and am unable to clarify the meaning behind it.

But is it necessary to tell her this?

After all, the girl in front of her is no one's property. She is an independent individual as long as she doesn't stop learning. As you gradually grow in self-awareness, you will inevitably come into contact with the unevenness and injustice of the world.

How to ensure that she will not be harmed during this process?

Chen Heng couldn't help but point his forehead with his finger, looking troubled and having a headache. Such a headache is naturally not caused by my own unintentional actions that created the current dilemma.

Just as he was thinking about the girl, a chuckle suddenly came from his ears.

Chen Heng turned his head in confusion, looked at the girl walking side by side, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"I just think the scenery outside the city is good." Lin Daiyu explained guiltily.

She was happy in her heart, not only because of Chen Heng's distress, but also because of the gentleness of the evening breeze. I can't explain why, but seeing my brother having a headache about his own affairs, he actually felt a little bit of schadenfreude.

Thinking of this, Lin Daiyu felt that her actions today were really wise.

Chen Heng didn't know why this girl was so happy, so he just dropped his hands behind his back and said his answer, "Sister, have you ever thought about writing a storybook?"

"Ah?!" Even Lin Daiyu, who was smart and bold, was frightened by her brother's words and stood on the spot.

Chen Heng was not a hot-headed person. If a smart and precocious person like Daiyu was locked in a room, she would definitely fall into self-pity and grief.

The world only sees Li Qingzhao's poems, but not her unwillingness and anguish that she has nowhere to express.

Talent can make a person successful, but it can also be a prison for a person.

He hopes that before Lin Daiyu knows what she wants to express, she can first learn to coexist with the world and her own talents. In this process, she accumulates her own vision and ability.

To accomplish this without blocking Daiyu's contact with the outside world, using words is undoubtedly the best way. Among them, writing a story book is undoubtedly a gentler way.

Looking through the history of Chinese and foreign literature, those who write novels are always more broad-minded and gentler than those who write poetry and literature. Compared with the latter, the former's life will be more satisfactory and smooth.

"Brother, do you think I am suitable?" Lin Daiyu asked timidly.

"I think it's suitable." Chen Heng nodded seriously. His sister is talented, so there is no need to say more. "But you still have to do it yourself to know." He showed a bright smile, "If you don't like it, we will think of something else."

As for writing a story book, Mr. Yuanhe has the most say.

Chen Heng, who holds "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "The Legend of the Heroes of Shushan", fully recognizes Lin Daiyu's ability.

He continued to smile and said, "You can try to write the story of Aunt Shui in the storybook. But you have to use a pseudonym and re-arrange the content of the story."

Young hearts are always restless. Lin Daiyu also said excitedly, "What kind of story should I write?"

Perhaps she was too happy, she turned in front of Chen Heng, her dress fluttering gently, drawing an arc along the trajectory of her hair, she counted her fingers and continued, "Brother, what pseudonym do you think I should use?"

One question after another flew, Chen Heng was infected by the girl's emotions, and chuckled, "Just use Xiaoxiangzi, I think it sounds cool." He answered very casually.

Since the innocent Yinglian appeared, he suddenly didn't pay much attention to the constraints of etiquette.

"Cool?!" Lin Daiyu blinked, not quite understanding the meaning of the word. The red light shone on the girl's ignorant look, Chen Heng laughed and shrugged.

Such private playfulness made the girl feel very interesting. She also imitated her brother and made a slightly weird move, then laughed to herself, "I know, I will try it."

"Don't worry, just write slowly." Chen Heng nodded and reminded, "Next time you want to see me, just let someone send me a message."

It was indeed a bit bold to suddenly run out of the city like this.

Lin Daiyu lowered her head and said nervously: "Brother, do you also think that Yu'er is a bit reckless?"

"It's just that it's more convenient for me to find you in the past." The evening breeze passed by his ears, Chen Heng looked at the girl's face and flying hair, and said sincerely, "How can what you want to do be reckless, just pay attention to some safety issues."

"Hehe." The girl chuckled embarrassedly, "I knew that my brother wouldn't blame me."

"You should think about what your aunt will say." Chen Heng smiled and pointed out the difficulties that his sister will face.

"I'm not afraid, I will go to find my father and go home with him."

This sister, it turns out that she has already thought of a countermeasure!

Chen Heng shook his head helplessly and sent her to the carriage back to the city.

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