HCB Chapter 185 Eternal Poetry
Chapter 185 Eternal Poetry
Wang Jinyi knew that he couldn't speak directly about his guess, so he could only use the story as a metaphor, so he spoke slowly:
"Grandma, I started dreaming again. It's still those messed up dreams. I can't sleep well."
The mother nervously called out softly, "Jin'er."
Seeing her mother-in-law looking at her, her mother quickly shut up and only heard Wang Jinyi say:
"Grandma, I dreamed..."
This is an extremely simple story of Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing being separated, a bit like the story of White Snake and Xu Xian, but the difference is that after the scholar and his wife were separated, they fell in love with each other and finally...
Of course, I can’t talk about it to the end. Wang Jinyi said:
"I just woke up."
Grandma concentrated on the story and said:
"Jin'er, this story can be enriched and written into a storybook. The story will be more interesting."
"Grandma, if you have time, tell this story to Grandpa and ask him if this story can also be written into a picture book? Is the ending of the two young couples separating a good one?"
Grandmother and mother were still lost in their thoughts. They nodded and said:
"Okay, grandma will help you. Ask for you, do you have any other stories?"
So Wang Jinyi told the story of Lu You and Tang Wan. Although the names were changed, the man's surname was still Wang and the woman's name was still Hui Niang. This time she was determined to wake up her grandparents.
At the end of the story, Tang Wan's "The Golden Hairpin" is incorporated into the story.
Of course, there is only one: red tender hands, yellow rattan wine, spring scenery all over the city, willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin, a heart full of sorrow, and years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
"Jin'er, did you also dream about this poem?"
"what?"
Wang Jinyi had no way to explain, so she just ignored the question. Grandmother's focus seemed a little off.
"Grandma, tell this story to Grandpa too."
"Grandma can't remember this poem, so you write it down!"
"Okay, mother, help Jin'er write it down and give it to grandma!"
Yes! This makes more sense and explains the problem.
When the grandmother took her granddaughter to the main hall, she casually glanced at the poem in her hand, especially the three consecutive "wrong, wrong, wrong", which seemed to have some meaning.
I saw that my grandmother was slightly hesitant.
After the three of them entered the main hall and sat down according to their seniority, the great-uncle smiled and asked Wang Jinyi as soon as he saw her:
"Where is your collection of poems?"
Although they came to Xunyang City to renew the deeds on behalf of the clan, they were also here to visit relatives. After all, the two families were relatives who had not produced the Five Blessings.
Another reason is that the clan leader and the tribe leader had mentioned this three-year-old girl more than once in front of the clan elders.
The clan leader was quite modest. After all, they were the same ancestor, so it was not appropriate to praise them too directly. However, the clan leader did not hesitate to praise this three-year-old girl.
Many people in the clan didn't quite believe it and wanted to see this little kid with their own eyes. Wang Jinyi didn't know that his fame had spread to his hometown in Langya.
Wang Jinyi sent Zhu Yu to invite Wenbai, and soon Wenbai came in wearing an old robe, bowed respectfully and stood at the door.
From the moment Wen Bai entered the room, Grandfather looked at him carefully and nodded slightly. It was obvious that Wen Bai and Grandfather knew each other.
In other words, it was not that my father bought back the Wenbai by accident, but my grandfather arranged for my father to buy back the Bai and keep it in the second house in the name of helping my father sort out the documents.
Seeing this clearly, Wang Jinyi felt that he had done nothing wrong in helping the two girls of the Wen family escape to Kushui Mountain. He was afraid that his grandfather would help him if he knew about it. This was probably the same as what his grandfather and father did.
Wen Bai handed a stack of manuscripts to Zhu Yu. Then he whispered something to Zhu Yu. Grandfather asked:
"Anything else?"
Wang Jinyi was afraid that Wen Bai would tell her about going out yesterday to rent a house for the Feng sisters, so she hurriedly interrupted him.
"Grandfather, great-uncle, Wenbai also illustrated these poems and asked me if I thought it was enough now."
"Ah."
"If Jin'er is okay, let him leave first."
Before Wen Bai left, he looked back at the young lady, and Wang Jinyi gestured with her hand that it was time to leave.
Grandfather divided the manuscript into two and handed half to Grandfather Tang Tang. The room was filled with the sound of flipping manuscripts. Grandmother also began to read the "Phoenix Hairpin" in her hand, and then repeatedly looked at her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Then she lowered her head to take a look at the poem, and then repeated it all.
The mother felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by the grandmother, so she turned around and motioned for Qing'er to refill everyone's tea. The grandmother recalled the two stories told by her granddaughter.
The two stories seem to have the same thing in common, that is, the husband and wife will be separated, and then the grandmother will look at the poem in her hand, especially the last three mistakes in the poem, which will make her realize the mistake immediately.
Such a young child was actually suggesting that it was wrong for her to separate her parents. Not just one wrong, but three wrongs were needed to express the granddaughter's opinion.
This little kid actually used a dream to make up a story to educate his grandparents. The grandmother pointed the paper in her hand at Wang Jinyi and raised her eyebrows deliberately. Wang Jinyi tilted his head pretending to be innocent, "Oh?"
Wang Jinyi understood that his grandmother understood what he meant, and that his grandmother had made her attitude clear and was not angry. In this way, his grandfather would soon know his story.
After reading more than 20 poems, my grandfather said excitedly:
"Jin'er can send these poems to Chongwenfang."
My great-uncle held up the manuscript paper and waved it at my grandfather.
“Look, I wrote it better here!”
The two old men exchanged their poems, and the room fell silent again. But soon they began to read aloud, and the grandfather read:
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
My great-uncle clapped his hands and read:
"The lone sail disappears into the blue sky, leaving only the Yangtze River flowing across the horizon! What a great poem!"
The two old men were completely immersed in the poetry, and Wang Jinyi quickly announced:
"Grandfather, I saw these poems in books. They were not written by Jin'er."
Seeing that the two people were so excited that they couldn't control themselves, they didn't hear what he said clearly, so he quickly added:
"Maybe because I read it from different books, so my memory is too mixed, so there might be some differences..."
Grandfather was still very happy and said excitedly:
"Very good. Such excellent works should be compiled into a book. Has Jin'er named this collection of poems?"
"I gave it a name, called "Song of the Evening Picking"
“This name is also somewhat poetic.”
Originally, this collection of poems was just to make up for the fact that "Records of Gratitude and Revenge" was not printed in the clan, and to express some apology. Now it seems that apology is enough.
This collection of poems may be published by Chongwenfang. I suddenly thought of Chen Zhiyuan. What was his favorite poem?
Wang Jinyi thought: I actually forgot this poem and did not include it in this collection of poems.
So he quickly walked to the table, found a pen and wrote down hastily: Green ants are here to accompany the wine, there is a small red clay stove, it is going to snow in the evening, can I have a drink?
After finishing writing, he decisively wrote the three words "Chen Zhizhiyuan" in the author column.