[Red Mansion] His mouth was opened

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

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After Jia Huan No. 17 sighed, the woman sitting next to him with embroidered shoe uppers finally couldn't help stretching out her hand to lift his ear, "You son of a bitch, why don't you sigh if you have nothing to do, you just got better after a long time. If you talk about worrying about the colon with that doctor again, where does your mother get the money to treat you?"

Jia Huan's ears hurt from being pulled, and he quickly stretched out his hand to pat Aunt Zhao's hand away, "Mother, you are too cruel, my ears hurt."

"Yes!" Although Aunt Zhao said so, she felt sorry for her son in her heart, and she stretched out her hand to rub it, "The older generation said that sighing will take away good luck, and you child don't know Anyway."

Jia Huan thought to himself, there is no need to sigh to take his good luck away, he is unlucky enough, he finally paid the down payment to buy a house, and ended up drinking too much wine at a party with friends, and a momentary slip of the tongue ruined himself. up.

When he woke up, the original owner was still having a high fever. If he hadn't thought of some way to reduce the fever, he might have returned to the underworld by now.

But if he survived, he didn't seem to be lucky.

Jia Huan, this name sounds quite ordinary, but for Jia Huan, who has the same name and surname as him, this person is very familiar, the son of the second master of the Rongguo Mansion, the son of Aunt Zhao, and the younger brother of Jia Tanchun .

After Jia Huan knew his identity, he hardly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This Rongguo Mansion was ransacked in the end!

"What are you thinking about?" Aunt Zhao lowered her head and asked casually after biting off the silk thread.

"It's nothing." Jia Huan replied subconsciously, his eyes swept over the shoes in Aunt Zhao's hands, which Aunt Zhao had made for three months and was going to be worn by Jia Huan.

"Okay, these shoes are ready, try it." Aunt Zhao stuffed the shoes in Jia Huan's hand, and Jia Huan looked at the red spots on Aunt Zhao's fingers, feeling strange in her heart. Growing up in an orphanage, I envied people with good parents since I was a child, but I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise this time.

Aunt Zhao really has nothing to say to Jia Huan, the status of their mother and son in this house can be said to be inferior to that of a respectable maid, most of Jia Huan's clothes are made by Aunt Zhao herself.

Thinking about it, Jia Huan tried on the shoes, and they fit just right.

"Try a few steps." Aunt Zhao smiled.

Jia Huan walked a few steps as he said. The soles of the shoes were soft and hard, and the size was just right. "Mother, these shoes are really good."

"That's right, your old lady is not trained for nothing." Aunt Zhao was overjoyed by Jia Huan's words, her eyes narrowed with a smile.

Jia Huan nodded, and was about to speak when there was a sudden sound outside.

"Sister Jin Chuan, why are you here?" It was Shao Yao, the servant girl who served Aunt Zhao, who spoke.

Aunt Zhao cursed in a low voice, not loudly, before Jia Huan could hear clearly, Aunt Zhao got up and went out to greet her.

"Hey, what a good day today, I never heard a magpie cry when I got up early, why is the girl here?" Aunt Zhao's sour voice sounded outside.

Several black lines appeared on Jia Huan's forehead, but Aunt Zhao's mouth was described in the original book.

Jin Chuan's face showed a bit of annoyance, "Auntie was joking, my wife sent me to see if Mr. Huan is recovering?"

Her gaze swept towards the room without any trace, and at this moment, a pair of thin hands raised the curtain, revealing a slightly pale but somewhat handsome face.

Jin Chuan froze for a moment, the man had already walked towards them, "Madam, please take note, my body is already recovering."

After recovering, Jin Chuan said uncomfortably: "In that case, then I'll go back to my wife, so the third master can rest."

Jin Chuan came and went quickly, and Jia Huan was looking thoughtfully at the direction she was leaving when he was hit on the back of the head suddenly.

"Okay, don't look at it," Aunt Zhao pinched her waist, turned and went back to her room, "He is someone who wants to climb high, we can't afford to climb high."

Jia Huan rubbed her nose. Aunt Zhao was not forgiving, but she seemed to be open-minded in her heart.

However, he is not interested in Jin Chuan, not to mention that he is gay, and the camps of the two are not on the same side.

He was just thinking, what is the purpose of Mrs. Wang sending Jin Chuan here?

"How is he?" Mrs. Wang leaned on the big red pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, with lowered eyebrows, twisting a string of rosary beads in her hand.

Jin Chuan carefully considered his tone, and replied cautiously: "Madam, Mr. Huan's complexion looks pretty good, and I think he's almost fine."

"En." Madam Wang raised her eyelids, and her eyes fell on Jin Chuan, "This child's life is not bad."

Zhou Rui's family said with an apologetic smile on the side: "Ma'am, it's not that his life is good. It's clear that Madam eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's prayers on weekdays. Thanks to your blessing, San Huan was able to recover from a serious illness this time."

Mrs. Wang hummed, and said with emotion: "This kid usually walks cats and fights with dogs, but this time he fell into the lake and was lucky to save his life. I hope he can learn to behave and be smarter in the future."

"That's not true." Zhou Rui's family gave the leg-thumping maid a look, and took over with a flattering smile, "He must have behaved this time."

Mrs. Wang pursed her lips, and a few smiles flickered across her lips.

Seeing this, Zhou Rui's family went on to say, "Madam, do you need to tell the old lady about this?"

A few days ago, because Jia Mu didn't see Jia Huan, she came to pay her respects, so she asked casually. Although she didn't take it seriously, she should say it logically.

"It's time to say something." Mrs. Wang seemed to understand something, and raised the corners of her lips, "As a junior, you can't worry the elders. If the old lady doesn't ask, we should know the truth."

Zhou Rui's family answered yes.

Jin Chuan stood aside with lowered eyebrows and lowered hands, as if he didn't know the intention of Mrs. Wang and Zhou Rui's family's move.

Although the family members of Rongguo Mansion were not very prosperous, Mother Jia only had Baoyu and Daiyu in her heart. It was another matter if Jia Huan recovered from his illness but did not go to pay his respects.

It is the filial piety that juniors should do to make peace in the morning and evening.