Jia Huan's rebirth and revenge

Opening his eyes, Jia Huan's eyes were full of panic, he didn't understand, he was already dead, died of illness in bed, or after being punished with a stick, he couldn't cultivate, he couldn't be healed, his wound festered, and he was dying of pain, but how could this happen? Son is still alive?Looking at the beams above his head and the dilapidated houses around him, he didn't understand what was going on?Could it be that the vicious Mrs. Wang used some means to get him beaten for being unfilial and successfully took away his family property and gave it to Jia Baoyu's son? Have a way out?No, this woman doesn't have such a good heart. Since Jia Baoyu became a monk, that woman's heart and eyes are full of that baby boy. For that baby boy, she didn't even want to lose face. How could he be so kind, not afraid that he would go back to settle accounts with them?

No, this is not his own body. He just wanted to stretch out his hands to prop him up, but unexpectedly found that he seemed to be smaller now. Although the palms of his hands were still calloused, they were as small as a seven or eight-year-old child. Jia Huan was busy After doing it, he took a closer look at his body. He was skinny and dark-skinned. It didn't look like his body at all. He was already in his 30s. Although he had worked hard for many years, he had never seen food like this at a glance. Not having enough to eat, it is extremely difficult to survive.

Jia Huan was scared. He always felt that something was wrong. Just when he was trying to calm down, suddenly, a simple but clear memory rushed into his mind, and he closed his eyes in pain. It took him a while to recover some of it, and these newly added memories were the memory of a nine-year-old child, the memory of a young fisherman by the sea, and because of this memory, he finally arrived at a possible.

He is still alive, or he suddenly became a human again without drinking Mengpo soup. There is no hell, no judge, and no bridge of Naihe. Knowing everything, without him appealing, he was directly given a new sentence.

Because his memory told him that this time seemed to be the year he was born, that is to say, everything started again.

Although in this body's memory, this family is too poor, this poor family makes him feel hopeless, but at the same time it also fills him with joy, because he sees the possibility of revenge, hiding aside, in the dark, and slowly planning , making his revenge possible.

The seaside, the fishing village, even though life is difficult, he seems to see the spring sky, here, he is not a bastard, let alone a dispensable existence, this is his new home.