Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Mr. Jia may have been frightened by his youngest son's words. Recently, he has not been able to be honest, and he still feels a little sneaky when doing things for no reason.

Jia Cong looked at his father every day, knowing that it was useless to speak out, so he simply ignored him.

I believe that with his tolerance, it won't take long for him to be fine.

Instead, I drew some small portraits just like him, how cute my father is.

Sure enough, after a month had passed, Mr. Jia didn't like going out to play anymore, and his words and deeds had returned to normal.

Jia Cong's habit of drawing small portraits of his father has not stopped. If he persists like this, his figure paintings will become more and more lifelike.

Especially the Mr. Jia in those paintings, whether he was laughing or cursing, there would be a sense of simplicity in his expression, and he was not a deep-minded person at first glance.

Later, after some paintings were circulated for some reasons, Jia Shen’s bad reputation has been restored a lot. Many people don’t believe that in the eyes of his son, such a natural and unpretentious father would be a greedy, lustful, greedy and cunning generation.

Time passed quickly, and nearly two years passed in a hurry. Jia Cong was over seven years old. Although there was still some baby fat on his face, his height was finally out of the three-inch range.

Mr. Qiao has taught in Jia's mansion for more than two years, and he is more and more satisfied with this student. He has a photographic memory, but he is never complacent, and he is willing to endure hardships in his studies.

Regarding what Mr. teaches, the books are never rigid. Not only is he willing to draw inferences from one instance, but he even has his own unique understanding of many things, plus his talent in calligraphy and painting.

Qiao Juren believed that in his lifetime, it would be impossible to meet such a disciple again.

It always feels like the aura in the world has come to his disciple, which makes people have to lament that God prefers him.

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words. Since ancient times, literati have been proud, saying these words is just to bring disaster to the disciples.

In March of Yangchun, just after Jia Cong's birthday, Mr. Qiao received a letter from his family that his son was going to marry a wife. As a father, he had to go back, so he came to ask Jia She for leave and asked to go home.

Jia Cong was also a little tempted when he heard this. My husband's family is in the south of the Yangtze River. Now is a good time. He has been in ancient times for so many years. To be honest, he also wants to go around.

I told my dad about my thoughts.

Asking his son to go alone with Mr. Qiao, how did this work? It’s not because he doesn’t trust Mr. Qiao, but when he thinks about leaving his son for such a long time, he feels a little uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to disagree, but when he saw his son’s picture When he had a disappointed little face, he felt a little guilty.

I stayed at home and pondered for two days, gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, finally made up my mind and handed over the booklet, saying that I hadn’t returned to my hometown for many years to worship my ancestors, and I wanted to go back to my hometown in Jinling to worship my ancestors.

In fact, for masters like them who have some titles for nothing, Li Jing said that he wanted to report to his superiors.

Jia She excitedly showed it to his son. Jia Cong knew that his father didn't like traveling very much. The reason why he did this this time was all for his own sake. How could he not be moved? He just gnawed on that old face while holding him. A few mouthfuls.

This kind of situation was not too common between father and son in his previous life, but in this year, there is absolutely no father and son who have expressed their feelings like this.

Jia Amnesty blushed all of a sudden, and really wanted to catch his son and teach him a lesson. It's fine for him to be ignorant when he was a child. Now that he's grown up, how can he still tease his father like this?

But looking at that little bastard's upright and unashamed look, he was a little unsure. Could it be that he was thinking too much, and this is his own son, so it's okay to be kissed, right?

He was still struggling there, but Jia Cong had already realized that he seemed to have gone too far, messed around a bit, disturbed his father's thoughts, and ran out to tell his husband the good news, and disappeared all of a sudden The figure, Mr. Jia finally made up his mind to talk to him, but he couldn't find him, and it was hard to hold on to him when we met the next day, so we had to let it go.

Having already decided to go south, Mr. Jia finally remembered that he hadn't told his old lady about it. Going now would definitely make the old lady angry, but if he didn't say it, he couldn't do it. He had to bite the bullet and go to Rongqing Hall .

When the father and son came to Rongqing Hall, Sanchun Baoyu and Daiyu were there, and Jia Amnesty told Jiamu there that he would go south to Jinling to worship the ancestors.

Mother Jia didn't believe his words at all. When did this son have such filial piety?But since they have already asked for the will, and really don't understand what the eldest son wants to do, he can only nod his head.

But he still knocked and said: "I don't know what you are going to do in the past, but you are not young anymore, it is better to take care of yourself on the road."

Although the tone was light, it seemed that Jia She was sure that Jia She would not do anything good if he went out.

Jia Cong didn't know what the old lady was doing, as if she had always had a big opinion on their father and son, no matter how outstanding they were, they wouldn't get into her eyes, on the contrary, as long as there was something wrong , will be infinitely magnified.

Sometimes I really doubt whether my father is her own child.

Jia Amnesty was already able to ignore the old lady's words, but Jia Cong couldn't. He was a little angry when he heard this. He was talking with his sisters, especially since Xichun knew that he was good at painting. , As soon as he comes, he will pester him to teach something.

Several other people watched from the sidelines as the two of them gesticulated.

Today, because Jia Amnesty was talking to the old lady over there, everyone was curious, so although they still talked happily, they still had one ear to listen to the movement over there.

As soon as they heard that Jia She was going to take Jia Cong back to the south, they felt a little envious in their hearts. As women, they were so trapped all their lives, so there was no time to go out.

Especially Lin Daiyu, Jinling is not far from Yangzhou, when she heard that her uncle was going to go, how could she not be overwhelmed, her little face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes were brighter than usual.

It's hard to sit there.

From time to time, he looked towards the old lady and Jia She, and of course Jia Cong would not miss it. He rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "If Sister Lin wants to go back to Yangzhou, why don't you go and tell my father and ancestors, Get up, this time when I go back, my father planned to take me around."

Then he turned to the others and said, "Even if everyone goes back, it's just a matter of changing to a bigger boat, so what's the trouble?"

In a word, Sanchun felt as if grass had grown in his heart, and his heart was a little fuzzy, but he sat there without moving, but his eyes looked at Daiyu.

Even Baoyu was a little moved. If so many sisters are leaving, what's the fun of him staying alone?Moreover, he has only been to the suburbs of Beijing the farthest, and he has only seen the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in books. It would be great if he could see it with his own eyes.

But no matter how many of them are there, they are just excited, but Lin Daiyu is really homesick. It has been more than two years since she left Yangzhou, and there is only her father at home, so she doesn't know what is going on now?

Now I have the hope of going home again, but I don’t know when the next time will be, and I didn’t think about it for long. Anyway, my grandmother and uncle are not outsiders, so I just rushed out and said to Jia She: “I don’t know this time. Back to the south, can I bring my niece with me?"

The old lady called out, "Yu'er?"

The meaning in that voice clearly meant disagreement, and Lin Daiyu was so focused on going home at this moment, she couldn't understand it.

Jia Amnesty hesitated, Jia Cong was behind Lin Daiyu, and when he saw his father looking in this direction, he nodded indistinctly.

Mr. Jia didn't know what his son meant, but there was nothing embarrassing about this matter, so he nodded, "It's also because my uncle didn't think carefully. My niece has been away from home for several years. I'm sure I'm homesick. I'll go back and see my brother-in-law this time." good."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Daiyu thanked her with tears in her eyes, but the old lady was very unhappy, but for a while, there was really no excuse to stop her, and she felt more and more that this son was too inconsiderate, and I really didn't want to see him He waved his hand and said, "Since you want to go back to the south, you must have a lot of things to prepare. I don't want to keep you any longer, so go back first."

Jia Amnesty agreed and left, but Jia Cong stayed behind. Because Jia's mother was in a bad mood and impatient with their noise, the siblings went out to Lin Daiyu's room to play.

Xueyan and Wang Momo had already heard the news that Daiyu was going back to the south, and they seemed very happy, and they were already discussing with Zijuan what to bring on the way.

There was envy in Sanchun's eyes, but at this moment they all looked at Jia Cong.

Being stared at by three pairs of big eyes full of expectations, to be honest, Jia Cong is also under a lot of pressure, but they are all his own sisters, and he thinks that if things are done, the old lady will definitely be more depressed.

Then he nodded slightly, and said to Baoyu: "If the second brother Bao wants to go, he has to tell the old lady, the second master and the second wife by himself, and they will agree."

When Baoyu heard this, he felt a little sluggish. The old lady probably wouldn't agree, but he didn't dare to tell his master directly.

Because they wanted to know the news earlier, the sisters did not pester Brother Cong this time, and let him go back early to talk about Xiang.

Just as Jia Cong thought, Jia Amnesty didn't take these things seriously at all, and waved his hands directly: "What a big deal, your sister Lin wants to go back, and you have to hire an extra boat, now let the sisters take one." It's a good time to have a companion on the way when the boat leaves."

After thinking for a while, he said to Jia Cong: "However, if the sisters are going to go, they should be controlled individually. You can ask your mother to see if she wants to go back!"