When Chen Simin was in trouble, she didn't take it to heart, and even thought about delaying it. But she forgot that Chen Simin was a person who would rather die than live in disgrace, so how could she afford to wait?
If Chen Simin really had something wrong, Jiang Xueying would definitely regret it for the rest of her life!
As his thoughts were churning, Chen Simin frowned slightly, moved his fingers, let out a moan, and then slowly opened his eyes.
"Miss, Miss, you are finally awake!"
Lu'er was always paying attention to Chen Simin's movements. When she saw her open her eyes, she immediately ran to the bed excitedly.
Chen Simin's eyes were dull, no longer as lively as before, and it seemed as if the light in her eyes had been drained away.
She said nothing, but just looked at the snow-white tent quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Simin."
Jiang Xueying sighed and called out softly.
Hearing Jiang Xueying's voice, Chen Simin's lifeless eyes finally lit up a little and she slowly turned her head.
"Jiang...Sister Jiang!"
Jiang Xueying also walked to the bedside, sat on it, turned her head and said to Lu'er, "Okay, I'll take care of this, you go ahead and do your work."
"this……"
Lu'er hesitated a little, looked up at Chen Simin, then gritted her teeth and retreated.
"Simin, why are you so stupid? Didn't I tell you that nothing is more important than life? Now that there is no one else here, can you tell me why you don't want to accept the marriage proposal? Is it..."
In fact, she could see Lu'er's sincerity, but if she knew the whole story, and if Master Chen held her accountable one day, Chen Simin would not be punished. A little maid could be beaten, scolded, or sold at will, and Jiang Xueying was doing it for Lu'er's own good.
Chen Simin did not answer Jiang Xueying's question, but remained silent, refusing to reveal the secret hidden in her heart.
Jiang Xueying saw this and sounded slightly angry.
"Si Min, I have long regarded you as my sister. Is there anything you can't tell me? Don't you trust me? This is your last chance to realize your wish. If you don't tell me again, I won't care about you anymore."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Xueying's face darkened and she stood up to leave. Seeing this, Chen Simin hurriedly grabbed her with her skinny hand.
"Don't go, Sister Jiang, you know I don't mean that. I... I'm just too embarrassed to say it."
In fact, Chen Simin also wanted someone to help her, and that person was Jiang Xueying. Although she and Jiang Xueying did not know each other well, she had long regarded Jiang Xueying as her most important friend, and she also discovered that Jiang Xueying had a mysterious temperament. Her words and deeds seemed normal, but her opinions and ideas were all bold and intelligent.
"Sister Jiang, actually... you know why I didn't accept the marriage proposal. I already have someone I love, so how can I marry someone else?"
Chen Simin's voice was low and hoarse, but as she narrated, scenes flashed through Jiang Xueying's eyes. She had never experienced love, nor did she understand what love was. She had only seen it in many poems and on TV. Is love really more important than life?
…
At that time, it was the eve of the New Year, the streets were crowded with people and extremely busy, every household was preparing New Year's goods, and the air was filled with the smell of fireworks.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the world with fireworks and silver flowers, making it a small nightless city.
A handsome scholar sat among the piles of books. He had a thin figure and a clean face. All around him were calligraphy and paintings waiting to be sold. Unfortunately, people came and went but no one bought anything. Those who occasionally stopped to look at them only glanced at them.
Chen Simin sneaked out of the Chen Mansion with Lu'er, wanting to buy some small items on the street. The bustling streets attracted her attention and she did not notice this side.
At this moment, a cold wind blew by, blowing up the new calligraphy on the scholar's palm.
When the wind stopped, the paper fell right at Chen Simin's feet.
"Hey, what is this?"
Chen Simin almost stepped on the paper.
When she saw the handwriting clearly, she immediately retracted her foot and picked up the paper solemnly.
There was a poem on the paper. It seemed that the poem had just been written and there was a faint scent of ink. It was the handwriting that made Chen Simin stop.
The handwriting is both majestic and subtle. Every stroke is thin, strong and powerful, yet gentle and delicate. It shows the fullness of power when it should be released, and is not awkward or stagnant when it should be restrained. It is written freely and easily.
Chen Simin couldn't help but recite it aloud.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and leaves with smiles and subtle fragrance. I have searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and suddenly I turn around..."
"Girl, I am sorry to bother you, but I wrote this poem and just now I didn't hold it in my hand, so the wind blew it away..."
Chen Simin turned around and saw the handsome scholar. He had fair skin, delicate features, and his clothes were simple but clean.
Chen Simin unconsciously recited the last line of the poem, "...that person is there, where the lights are dim."
Chen Simin's face turned slightly red when she came back to her senses, but it was not obvious in the dark. Although she was the daughter of a merchant, she also loved writing, but unfortunately she was not very talented in this area.
"Did you really write this?"
"That's right. If you don't believe me, just follow me to the stall. All the calligraphy on the stall is written by me. You only need to compare the handwriting to know the answer."
Chen Simin smiled and nodded, and followed the scholar. Only then did she discover that there were many calligraphy works worth collecting on the stall that no one was interested in.
She compared them one by one and confirmed that the poem in her hand was indeed written by the scholar, so she returned the poem to him.
But the scholar just nodded slightly after taking the poem and returned to his seat without even looking at Chen Simin, which made her feel a little depressed.
"Hey, are all these calligraphy works written by you and are you going to sell them?"
The scholar looked up when he heard this, and was a little surprised to see Chen Simin still standing in front of him, but he still answered honestly, "It was written by me, and I earn a little income."
"It looks good. I'll buy a few."
Chen Simin pointed at a few paintings at random, and then asked Lu'er to throw a few coins to the scholar.
The scholar sorted out the calligraphy works and handed them to Chen Simin. His expression did not change at all and he continued practicing calligraphy calmly.
Seeing the scholar's attitude, Chen Simin suddenly felt as if she had punched cotton with her fist. She turned and left, but the more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt...
But in the end, even she herself didn't know why she suddenly got so angry.
Thinking of this, Chen Simin's eyes flashed, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He reached out and tore up the calligraphy works, and returned to the scholar's stall under Lu'er's surprised gaze.
"Little scholar, I accidentally damaged these pieces of calligraphy of yours. You have to give me a few more!"
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