Red Mansion: Holding Space and Marrying Like the Sea

Mrs. Wang and Jia Baoyu arrived at Rongxi Hall and saw Jia's mother sitting on the couch. A little maid was reading a picture book to her earnestly, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time. When Jia's mother heard Baoyu's voice, she gently waved her hand, signaling the little maid to leave.

As soon as Jia Baoyu entered the house, he threw himself into Grandmother Jia's arms like a child and said coquettishly, "Grandmother, let me tell you, we went to Sister Lin's house today!" Grandmother Jia pretended to be ignorant and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter with Baoyu going to the Lin family?"

Jia Baoyu replied smugly, "It's nothing serious. Madam simply went to ask Sister Feng for money." Grandmother Jia pressed nonchalantly, "Oh? Money? Did Sister Feng give it to you?" Jia Baoyu never liked talking about such vulgar things as gold and silver. Now he complained somewhat unhappily, "Madam, what's wrong with you today? Why are you just like Madam, always talking about silver? It's so boring!"

Seeing his adorable appearance, Grandmother Jia couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You little monkey! I was just asking casually, and you've gotten so upset! Now, don't be angry. Let me ask you, are you having fun at your sister Lin's house?" Baoyu perked up immediately and enthusiastically recounted how Xifeng had praised him and his sisters for their excellent poetry writing. Grandmother Jia listened with rapt interest, laughing heartily from time to time. Lady Wang, watching from the side, also laughed along. The family enjoyed themselves, sharing a warm and wonderful time together.

Li Wan's eyes moved, as if a light flashed through her mind. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she smiled softly: "Brother Bao, since you appreciate the sisters' poems so much, why don't you form a poetry club and invite them to recite poems together? Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?" Her voice was gentle and graceful, like a spring breeze blowing through her heart.

When Jia Baoyu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he clapped his hands excitedly: "What a good idea! I've been worried about having no place to display my talents." His face was filled with joy and anticipation, as if he had already seen the scene of himself and his sisters gathering together, reciting poems and painting.

However, Mrs. Wang frowned and shouted unhappily, "Nonsense! You are a man, but you don't study hard and indulge in these girls' things all day long. How disgraceful!" Her tone was stern and firm, revealing a sense of majesty and dissatisfaction.

Jia Baoyu muttered, "Reading is important, but poetry can also cultivate one's temperament." There was a hint of grievance and unwillingness in his eyes as he tried to explain his thoughts.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia spoke, her voice kind and gentle: "Baoyu has a point. Let him go and join in the fun, but don't let it interfere with his studies." Grandmother Jia's words were like a magic needle that calmed the tense atmosphere.

Everyone chimed in, agreeing with Grandmother Jia's opinion. Jia Baoyu smiled triumphantly, his eyes filled with joy and anticipation. He couldn't wait to join the poetry club, discuss poetry with his sisters, and spend a wonderful time together.

With the support of his mother, Jia Baoyu enthusiastically began to prepare for the poetry club. He invited sisters such as Lin Daiyu and Sanchun, as well as some like-minded friends, to form a group called "Begonia Poetry Club".

At the poetry club's first event, everyone gathered together and engaged in a wonderful poetry competition with the crabapple blossom as the theme. Everyone fully displayed their talents, expressing their praise and feelings for the crabapple blossom with beautiful words.

Jia Baoyu was even more passionate, and his poems were full of fantastic ideas and deep feelings, which won the applause of the crowd. In this joyful atmosphere, they forgot the troubles of the world, immersed themselves in the ocean of poetry, and enjoyed the joy and satisfaction of the soul.