On the night of the inspection of the Grand View Garden, Qingwen sneered: "You can search, but you can't find anything. Don't even come out like this."
She didn't expect that even if nothing could be found, she would still be kicked out.
Xiren knelt in front of Mrs. Wang, and when he heard the words "You are good", his heart beat out of his throat. She thought she had waited until the future she wanted, but in the future, it was the day Baoyu became a monk, and she couldn't even give it away.
Zicuckoo went to test Baoyu's heart for Daiyu, but Baoyu went crazy. She knelt in front of Jia Mu and was scolded, and her forehead bled. She didn't care, because she finally confirmed that that person really loved her girl.
But so what?
The love of masters is like poems, songs, romantic affairs. The love of maids is like begging on their knees, gambling with their lives, and losing completely in the end.
When Siqi died, he was wearing the pair of silver earrings. When Yuanyang died, he was holding the cut hair in his hand. When Xiangling died, there was a piece of paper under her pillow, with three words crookedly written on it: Yinglian, father, and mother.
Only Ping'er survived to the end. But she also burned the handkerchief embroidered with crabapples, and burned all memories of Rongguo Mansion.
Inside and outside the wealthy family, there are two worlds. They are the brightest and darkest light in that world.
——Open this book, look at the forgotten names, and listen to the stories blown away by the wind.
