"Mom...Mom, my sister, who is her last name?"

Jia Huan looked at the woman who gritted her teeth and hated her, and asked carefully.

The woman gave Jia Huan a blank look, as if she was dissatisfied with her son not even remembering her sister's name. Then she remembered that her son had absentia. Her heart felt sour, but her face softened, and she said, "Of course your sister is the same surname as you, both of them are Jia. Your name is Jia Huan, and she is the younger brother. Her name is Jia Tanchun, and she is the older sister. She ranks at home..."

Jia Huan didn't hear the woman's words, because his ears were filled with deafening roar.

Jia Tanchun! Jia Huan!

Jia Huan! Jia Tanchun!!

Well, you are so thief, you are so thief, this is wearing the Red Mansion!

When he was in college, Jia Huan worked hard to get close to girls' circles. One of them was to read the Red Chamber and pretend to be a literary youth.

Unfortunately, after he suppressed his dizziness and read the Red Mansion several times, he suddenly realized that the girls at this time had stopped looking at the Red Mansion, they were watching the women wandering on the deserted island...

I won’t say much about it at the moment. What makes Jia Huan feel extremely troubled at this moment is that although the entire "Dream of Red Mansions" is indeed profound, it is described from the perspective of a super narcissistic otaku.

Why are super narcissism?

In the third chapter of Dream of Red Mansions, Lin Daiyu entered Kyoto and Rongguo Mansion to meet Jia Baoyu, as soon as she met, she mentioned that Jia Baoyu's face was like the Mid-Autumn Festival moon.

What is the Mid-Autumn Festival moon? It’s definitely a round silver rice bowl!

To be more vivid, it is Sister Xiang. Everyone knows Sister Xiang from Mango Satellite TV?

That is the most standard face like the Mid-Autumn Festival moon.

In other words, Jia Baoyu's face looks the same as Sister Xiang, tsk.

In this way, he also portrayed himself as "a natural part of the wind. It was full of all kinds of emotions in his life, and all the eyes were filled with the corners of his eyes"...

It’s okay to be narcissistic, Jia Huan can be regarded as his own entertainment. Anyway, this is not an era where people can make a living by relying on their faces.

The problem is that most of the story of the entire Dream of Red Mansions takes place in a mere Grand View Garden.

As for the outside world, politics or economy, it rarely involves it, and even dynasties are not explained.

This made Jia Huan extremely depressed. Should he be trapped in the Grand View Garden and waited for someone to confiscate his family and exterminate him?

Fortunately, what Jia Huan can be sure of is that the era in the Dream of Red Mansions must not be the Qing Dynasty.

Because his forehead is not bald, there is no so-called moon gate, and there is no money rat braid like a pigtail behind it.

"Huan'er?Huan'er..."

The woman called in a low voice, awakening Jia Huan who was thinking.

Jia Huan looked up at the woman, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he shouted in a terrible way: "Aunt Zhao?"

When the woman heard this, her pair of red and swollen phoenix eyes suddenly opened wide, her bare hands poked out like lightning, grabbed Jia Huan's ears with great accuracy, and then turned them hard.

"ah!"

...

"Mom, didn't I say that, I lost my memory. I just recalled a little bit, and I blurted out without thinking."

Rubbing his swollen ears, Jia Huan complained and explained.

It hurts so much!

While explaining and looking at the surrounding environment, he was surprised to find that it seemed to be pretty good.

He didn't know much about the concept of wealth and honor, but the furniture around him looked very tall and elegant, and it didn't look like a bargain.

"What are you looking at random with your eyes? No wonder everyone hates you. Look at Baoyu, she looks the same as his mother, just a little neat, but look at her temperament, and she is born with a noble young man. Look at you, tsk, although she looks like your mother, she looks despicable between her eyebrows and eyes, and her behavior is rough. She is like a mud-legged and irritable. Who would like it?"

Aunt Zhao saw Jia Huan looking around with his eyes squinted, and he didn't look at all. When she remembered the words others joked about their mothers on weekdays, she immediately scolded her.

Jia Huan was not angry when he heard this. He looked at Aunt Fan Zhao in front of his eyes, only to think that this "cheap mother" was really good.

The natural thin eyebrows of willow leaves and a pair of beautiful almond eyes, the smoke and waves flow naturally.

A small mouth is like a grease-coated, and the teeth in the mouth are white and neat.

A good color on the end.

But thinking about it, this should be the case. Otherwise, how could she, a concubine with a low birth and a humble status, have given birth to Tanchun and Jia Huan in a row?

The ancients emphasized "marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous person, taking concubines and being lustful", so Aunt Zhao's good appearance is also the right one.

However, in "Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Huan is described as a clown, and people hate dogs.

Why does Aunt Zhao say she looks like her?

Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao again, looking at the contempt and complaining in her eyes, which made people not happy, and suddenly woke up.

In the Red Chamber, people hate dogs and hate him, Jia Huan is not the only one who hates him. Aunt Zhao is the real founder.

Yes, the popularity and appearance are not necessarily proportional.

Jia Huan recalled the description of "Jia Huan" in the Red Chamber, and it seemed that the words that really did not describe his appearance were probably "the characters were vulgar and their behavior was rough."

Another thing is that he is very rude to Aunt Zhao, "He never treats Aunt Zhao as his biological mother. If Aunt Zhao says something to him, or accidentally gets him the wrong thing, he turns his head and fucks his temper, stares at her, and loses his temper at her."

Even if such a person grows into Pan An, no one will like him.

"Hey, you didn't get angry with your mother?"

Aunt Zhao said in surprise, but there was still some... alertness on her face.

Jia Huan said speechlessly: "Mom, what do you mean?"

Aunt Zhao snorted and said, "Don't you know what mom means? I was so meant by that dark person since I was a child. I knew to show off my power with my mother all day long. Everyone can scold you outside. If you don't have the ability to regain your face outside, you will come back and lose your temper with my mother. If you say something to you on weekdays, you will fight with me as if you are desperate. Why did I give birth to such a dark son? My life is so hard! Wooh..."

Listening to Aunt Zhao who was talking nonstop and looking sad, Jia Huan was a little funny, but also felt a little distressed.

The fate of this woman is really terrible.

Not only did the concubine come from a certain background, but there were several mountains above her head, and all of them had to be respectfully offered.

Anyone can bully her, and even the slaves look down on her.

The most heartbreaking thing is that the son is unfilial and the daughter doesn’t even want to recognize her.

Finally, when the Jia family was about to end, she died tragically without knowing it.

It would be fine if Jia Huan was reincarnated as someone else, but he could just keep his business alive without his own affairs.

But he is Jia Huan now, the biological child of Aunt Zhao. How could he watch Aunt Zhao fall to such a miserable level?

"Mom, don't worry, my son used to be ignorant and didn't know what filial piety was, so he disobeyed his mother. But now it's different. Now that my son has grown up, he will never anger you again. Let his son protect you from now on, and no one can bully you anymore."

Jia Huan held Aunt Zhao's hand and said seriously.

When Aunt Zhao heard this, her eyes suddenly became wet and she choked and said, "It's really a blessing from the Bodhisattva. Not only did my Huan'er not become a fool, but she also knew how to be filial. Although she was still young and couldn't tell clearly, I was content. Woo woo..."

Jia Huan said with a hilarious look: "Mom, why can't I tell you clearly?"

Aunt Zhao took out a veil and wiped her tears, and said angrily: "You are just raised by an aunt, and you are only a little better than a maid. How can you protect your mother? Old lady, plus that second girl, who can bully her mother? "

Jia Huan was stunned when he heard this. He remembered that in "Dream of Red Mansions", this dynasty valued filial piety the most. In the Jia family, even the slaves and nannies around the elders should respect them. Even the elders' cats, dogs, flowers, and grass cannot be dealt with at will, otherwise they will be unfilial.

Jia Baoyu, the most favored in the Jia family, has to be shackled by these rules, let alone Jia Huan, who does not love his uncle, and does not love him?

Jia Huan said stubbornly: "Don't worry, mom, sooner or later, I want them to not be able to take care of us. At worst, we don't want their family business, and we will go out to live alone!"

"Pooh!"

After Aunt Zhao spat, her face was completely disgraceful and said, "Brother Huan, your brain is really burned. How can you say such words? I am..."

In order not to be misunderstood by Aunt Zhao, Jia Huan decisively changed the topic: "Mom, you just said that the old lady, the wife and the others can bully you, what about my father?"

When Aunt Zhao heard this, a hint of shame appeared on her face, but her face suddenly became a little high-profile. She first scolded Jia Huan and said, "You have to call Master!" Then she said, "It's a good thing that I have a conscience and are more concerned about us mothers. Otherwise, we mothers wouldn't be bullied to death in this Jia Mansion?"

When Jia Huan heard this, he immediately became a little aware and smiled and said, "Mom, it seems that the old man likes you very much?"

"Pooh!"

Aunt Zhao spat again, then cursed with shame: "You little slut, you know what you like! Also, if you dare to call the master, be careful with your skin!"

Jia Huan finally felt a little at ease. As long as it was not a broken drum, ten thousand people beat him. He responded to Aunt Zhao's anger with a smile. When he turned over and wanted to sit up, he felt that he was lying on the bed and was about to be bad.

However, his numb arms only supported the bed, and a sour and even pain made his arms soft and he fell down.

"Oh, Huan'er, what are you doing? Are you going to scare you to death?"

Jia Huan's small body is really like a chicken. He speculated that he was only seven or eight years old, but he was very thin.

Jia Huan was picked up by Aunt Zhao, placed on the bed, and then covered the quilt to calm down.

"Mom, why is my body so bad?"

Jia Huan was disobedient and stretched out his arms from the quilt, looked at his amazingly thin arms, and complained.

In his previous life, when he was seven or eight years old, he was able to knock down a donkey boy...

When Zhao heard Jia Huan's complaint, Aunt Zhao became even more depressed and said, "You asked me? On weekdays, I would force you to eat a few more bites of food, just like I force you to take poison. It made me almost enemies. You are so careless all day long that you know how to eat some small snacks. What's the point? You've been sick in bed these days, and you don't have any water. Who wouldn't lose weight if you don't lose weight? Huan'er, when you get better, you must have a good meal. How can you not take good care of your health?"

Jia Huan looked at his thin arm with some worries and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, mom, my son will eat now, eat it desperately. If he can knock down the donkey, he will never give up!"

"Pooh!"
Chapter completed!