The True Winner of the Red Chamber

"My lord, my lord."

A soft call pierced through the ear, although it was a bit annoying, but Zhen Yingjia's heart immediately jumped crazily.

He never thought that he could hear voices with his own ears again, especially since he had died in the cold hospital, and even his consciousness had disappeared.

It doesn't get any better than this.

Zhen Yingjia opened her eyes, but...

He had only seen all this before him on TV.

Looking around, everything in the field of vision is heavy wooden furniture, and the exquisite carvings are infiltrated with a deep sense of history.

His family has never been this style.

Even the middle-aged man standing beside him was a little off.

Under the white sackcloth was a robe that almost dragged the floor, with a bun on his head. Although Zhen Yingjia had never had long hair as a man, he knew nothing about hair.

This hair volume, let alone the waist, may reach the calf.

Zhen Yingjia couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

To him, he was slightly taken aback, but his years of high-ranking career have already made him perfect the four words of calmness and expression. As long as he doesn't want to, there will be no unnecessary expressions on his face.

So in the housekeeper's eyes, the backbone of the Zhen family, their grand master looked exactly the same as usual, still grieving for the sake of the mistress.

But it's almost time.

The butler lowered his head, trying to make his voice soft, so as not to touch their master's already very sad heart.

"It's almost time for the funeral."

Funeral!

These two words came from the housekeeper's mouth to Zhen Yingjia's ears in just a moment, but it seemed as if some switch had been pressed, the flood of memories in his mind made him lose his ability to think.

Zhen Yingjia was in a trance for a while.

Shouldn't it be a funeral?

His—or his former wife, Mrs. Li, just passed away on the 23rd of last month. After [-] days of lingering at home, Xiu Ming, the most famous Taoist priest in Jinling City, chose the birth date of the whole family according to the birth date of the Zhen family. A good time for a funeral.

The thoughts and memories in my mind are only fleeting, and although my head throbs and hurts because I have received too much information, the things I have sorted out are enough for Zhen Yingjia to cope with the funeral in front of me.

"Go." He waved his hand weakly, his lowered head made his silhouette look extremely sad, and the long sigh that followed made Zhen Yingjia grow up, marry a wife and have children all the way. The butler burst into tears.

The butler wiped away his tears. Although he wanted to comfort the master, he opened his mouth again and again, but didn't say anything.

"Yes." In the end, this was the only word that came out of my mouth. After finishing speaking, the housekeeper turned and left.

Madam doesn't need the master to accompany her to the funeral. The old lady is an elder and doesn't need to show up. Only the three little masters of the family are going.

Although the ceremony was presided over by a Taoist priest, the old lady had already told her that the most important thing for him as a housekeeper was to take good care of the three little masters and not let them make any mistakes.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper looked back at the master who was sitting alone in the side hall, shook his head and said to the maid sent by the old lady: "Master... I'm afraid it will take a few more days."

The people in the house were almost gone.

Zhen Yingjia stood up tremblingly. The original owner's husband and wife were loving, the family was harmonious, and she was sincerely sad for this lady, so in just [-] days, she tossed herself to the point of being weak.

Now he is panting even after walking two steps, and even when he got up in the morning and went from the study to the side hall, he was supported by two maids.

However, the mistress had a great funeral, and except for the servants in the old lady's yard, almost all the rest of the family were sent by the original owner to the dead lady's funeral, so now no one came to help him.

That's good, Zhen Yingjia thought, just let him figure out the ins and outs of this.

Zhen Yingjia left the side hall, followed the path in memory, all the way to the study.

Although his body was emaciated, the more he walked, the better his mood became. At the end, he almost burst out laughing.

Anyone who gets a life for no reason, with such a good foundation, will be ecstatic.

Like him, the corners of his mouth are only slightly raised, which is already an expression of extreme self-control.

In his previous life, he was only in his early forties when he died, and this new body has not even turned 25, and he still has a lot of youth to squander.

What's more, Zhen's family is still Zhongding's house. The scenery on the path from the side hall to the study room, as well as various rockery and strange rocks, ponds and fountains, all the way, Zhen Yingjia finally understands what is meant by "how deep is the courtyard", There is also "another village with dark willows and bright flowers".

So when she walked into the study, Zhen Yingjia's mood could already be described as joyful, but on the surface she still pursed her lips tightly, and she was completely suppressing the grief in her heart.

In this life, you must live well and live as you want.

That's right, although Zhen Yingjia in his previous life was a successful person and even had a nickname of a real winner in the upper class, his heart was actually very depressed.

He was instilled by his parents over and over again to study hard since he was a child. He has been in a prestigious school since he was in elementary school. He studied mathematics for his undergraduate degree and economics for his master's degree.

After that, he started his own business, developing a small canteen owned by his parents into a leading supermarket chain in China.

If he hadn't died early, this supermarket would definitely go abroad and rush to the world.

So since he was a child, he was what everyone called "other people's son".

But Zhen Yingjia was not happy, otherwise she would not have been diagnosed with hepatocellular carcinoma in her forties, and died in the hospital bed less than a year after the diagnosis.

In the last days, Zhen Yingjia could only lie on the bed, reminiscing about her life over and over again.

He is not reconciled, he has lived for others all his life, from childhood to adulthood, it can be said that he has not made a choice by himself, even the spinach that he doesn't like, he has been eating until his death at the request of his parents.

At the moment of dying, the last thought that popped up in Zhen Yingjia's mind was also the deepest desire in his heart since childhood.

In the next life, if there is a next life, he must do as he pleases and live his life as he pleases.

Not for parents, not for children, not for other people's expectations, just for your own heart!

Now this opportunity has come.

Zhen Yingjia sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at the strange but young face in the mirror, and chuckled softly.

With all the burdens off his body, he felt extremely relaxed at the moment, as if he was about to fly into the sky briskly.

But the old lady Zhen who was laughing outside the door didn't sound so happy.

"Damn! Could it be possible to become a woman, and my son is going crazy!"

The old lady was originally putting her hand on the maid's arm, but when she heard the voice that seemed to be crying but not laughing, she became nervous and couldn't help scratching it hard.

All the hostesses in big families don't have much work to do, so the nails are naturally reserved, with impatiens painted in different shades of colors, and various exquisitely carved nail guards.

It's just that because of the death of her daughter-in-law just now, although the old lady doesn't have to wear mourning, she is really grateful to her daughter-in-law in her heart, and secondly, everyone in the whole house, except for those in her yard, are all dressed in white linen. Not too bright.

Although she liked this bright color when she got older, Mrs. Zhen still changed into dark clothes and even cut her nails clean.

Dong Xuan was in pain from being caught, and she hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, old lady. Didn't the imperial physician say the other day that the master is so depressed that he should cry. In my opinion, the master is getting better soon."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhen was really not in a hurry, and her pace slowed down.

Dong Xuan said again: "Pay attention to the road under your feet."

The old lady Zhen showed a smile on her face, "Well, I can't fall at this time, so as not to cause trouble for my son."

At the beginning of April, it has entered the early summer, although the weather is not very hot, but the windows in the study are all open, naturally all the conversations outside have drifted into Zhen Yingjia's ears.

He stood up and straightened his clothes, a little later than Mrs. Zhen, just in time to meet her at the door of the inner room.

"The son is not filial. The mother was originally at the age of spoiling her grandchildren, but she still has to worry about her son."

The character of this old lady Zhen is very appetizing for the newly released Zhen Yingjia.

Not to mention anything else for the time being, just one thing, Mrs. Zhen's 100% support and approval of the original owner, this is enough to make Zhen Yingjia happy.

It's just a matter of marrying and obeying the husband, and obeying the son after the husband dies, but how many people can do it.

Seeing that Zhen Yingjia still wanted to salute, the old lady Zhen hurriedly pulled him back, and said with tears in her eyes: "You are finally done."

Zhen Yingjia was silent for a moment, then said quietly: "Death is like a lamp going out. Today is another funeral... She left these four children behind, I..."

Mrs. Zhen took her son's hand and repeated in relief, "It's good if you can figure this out!"

"You have to do well for the sake of the child." Zhen's mother turned her head and sniffed, "If you want to blame you, blame the mother. If it wasn't for...she wouldn't hurt herself."

The author has something to say: This is a Su Shuang article of the Lord's acceptance.