The filial son of the Red Mansion

He said, "I heard from the maids that the night sky is very beautiful tonight, and you can see a sky full of stars. I suddenly remembered that my aunt has been concentrating on taking care of the inner house in the west for many years, and has been worrying about the affairs of Ning Mansion for my nephew for the past two months. I'm sure my aunt hasn't looked up to see the beautiful starry sky for a long time."

Wang Xifeng's expression softened slightly, and she said unhappily, "So what?"

Jia Rong asked Fengjie to wait for a while, and then he slipped into Fengjie's temporary residence and brought out a bench. He said, "I thought that when Auntie returns to the city, she will not have time to look at the night sky above. Even during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she has to serve the old lady and take care of the young aunts, which is very tiring. I thought that while Auntie is still in the temple tonight, I will look at the stars in the sky with her for a night."

Wang Xifeng blinked several times and suddenly forgot what she was angry about.

Yes.

why?

Jia Rong is not the only one who has no rules and etiquette in the two mansions.

She couldn't remember why she was angry.

I feel a little warm inside. It's like a person walking silently in the endless snow, feeling cold and lonely, and suddenly someone says: I want to buy you a cup of hot milk tea, and then we can walk together, okay?

It was obvious that Jia Rong's current behavior was strange, his words were illogical, and the things he proposed were boring, which was not what she liked at all.

When the heart is warm, it is warm; when the heart is soft, it is soft.

Wang Xifeng still wanted to maintain her aloofness and pretended not to care, saying, "What's so good about the stars? There's not even a few stars to be seen in such a small backyard."

This is exactly what Jia Rong was waiting for.

If a person does not want to watch it at all, then he will definitely not say the second half of the sentence.

Jia Rong took it upon himself to pull Sister Feng to sit on the bench, and said, "Look up, Aunt. Although the courtyard is a little small, the houses next to it are not high. Only the inner hall in front slightly blocks the view. If you want to look at the open area, let's open the hall door and go outside."

"No... no need."

Wang Xifeng really had no desire for the beauty of the starry sky. Although the night was very cold, she felt an inexplicable sense of comfort at that moment.

It seems like everything is so natural.

It was natural for Jia Rong to hold her hand, it was natural for her to sit next to Jia Rong, and it was natural for her to look up at the stars in the night sky with Jia Rong.

I stared at it for a while, and it seemed that a lot of emotions suddenly arose in my heart, and all my worries disappeared. I felt like I wanted time to stop here.

Suddenly, she felt her shoulders sink. It was Ping'er who put on a thick cloak.

Jia Rong was not polite and squeezed against her. "Aunt, let me cover myself with your cloak as well." Then Jia Rong asked Ping'er to bring a stove.

When Jia Rong took a look, he found that it was the same one he had given to Wang Xifeng at the beginning, and he was even more excited.

"Good aunt, let us share one cloak and put our hands on the stove."

This was not a suggestion but an arrangement, which did not give Wang Xifeng any chance to refuse.

Jia Rong leaned close to Wang Xifeng, put his arm around her shoulders with one hand, and placed the stove in his left hand on her legs.

Wang Xifeng felt a strange feeling of both cold and warmth. She glanced at Jia Rong and her stiff body became less stiff.

Is this warmth?

Wang Xifeng didn’t understand, but she had never experienced it before.

The stars in the sky are not beautiful, and the night sky is not particularly beautiful. Even when I look up, my neck gets sore. I don’t know what is attracting my attention, but I just can’t take my eyes off the night sky.

It seemed as if the world was quiet for a moment, without any annoying sound.

This cold winter night brought the two closer together.

Jia Rong leaned slightly to the side and almost completely embraced Wang Xifeng in his arms.

Wang Xifeng seemed to be completely unaware of Jia Rong's outrageous behavior. She lay with her head tilted back, motionless, and even when she was sleepy, she did not make any big noises. Wang Xifeng fell asleep, leaning against Jia Rong's arms.

Jia Rong did not do anything wrong, he just put his arms around her shoulders.

The night was still as quiet as ever. So quiet that not even a single insect could be heard.

Wang Xifeng didn't know how long she had slept. She woke up because her neck was very cold. She turned around to see Jia Rong's smiling face, was stunned for a moment, and cursed weakly: "Seeing that I fell asleep, you didn't even send me to my room. It would be better if you got sick from the cold."

As she spoke, she pushed away Jia Rong's hands that were around her shoulders and arms.

"Get out of the way. I'm going back to my room. You stay with my wife to keep vigil."

As Feng Ji said this, she went into the room and asked Ping'er to close the door, ignoring Jia Rong in the yard.

This night seemed to have passed peacefully.

The next day, the last day of the Taoist ceremony, Qin Keqing, Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, Feng'er, Ruizhu, Baozhu and others were all going back to the capital.

Jia Rong looked at them eagerly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Can't you leave one person with me? As long as it's not Baozhu, anyone will do!

Three months, three full months, how can I live like this! Do I really have to pry open the door of the nunnery next door in the middle of the night?

Now that the three-day ceremony was over, Qin Keqing had no reason to stay in the temple. Although she felt sorry for Jia Rong, she was never one to break the rules. Facing the master's depressed look, she whispered, "From now on, I'll ask Feng'er to come and see you every few days."

She could not leave the house on weekdays, but Jia Rong's personal maid Feng'er could.

Jia Rong stroked Keqing's hand carefully and said, "My wife, please stay for one more day."

His requirements are not high, just one day, then another day.

Although Qin Keqing had the intention, she had no reason to stay another night.

Jia Rong said goodbye to Keqing, then quietly took Wang Xifeng's hand and said, "Aunt, please stay for one more day."

Wang Xifeng thought for a while. The funeral was over, but there were still some small things to do. It would be okay to help this enemy deal with everything before returning to the mansion. But who knows what this enemy is up to.

She raised her eyebrows and replied, "I'll only stay for another day."

After hearing this, Jia Rong was overjoyed and took out something from his arms and handed it to Wang Xifeng.

"I heard from Master Sekong that the Sutra Hall is the tallest building in the temple. Today is the middle of the moon, so it's a good time to enjoy the moon. I've asked Master Sekong for the key. Auntie, you can enjoy the moon in the Sutra Hall tonight."

Wang Xifeng looked down and saw that it was indeed the key to the Sutra Hall.

Seeing Jia Rong go back in great joy, she asked Ping'er to call Lai Sheng's wife, Lai Wang's wife and the other women from the two mansions, and said, "The important matter has been completed. Lai Sheng's wife will lead the other women to escort Rong's grandmother back to the mansion, and Lai Wang's wife will stay one more night to help me with some trivial matters."

As she said this, Feng Jieer suddenly saw the Sutra Hall behind her, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she was expecting something.

Remarks on the launch (Please come in, everyone)

When I received the news that the book was going to be put on the shelves, as an old author who has written millions of words, I still felt a little emotional.

The book was published on December 12th, and today is only 18 days. In these 13 days, 13 words have been updated.

Eighty thousand words always bring back memories of when I wrote my first book.

At that time, I was a pure newcomer, I knew nothing, I was very bad in every aspect, but I was full of passion. At that time, I wrote a full 80,000 words for a piece of entertainment before I got the contract.

First order 2 on the shelves!

That’s right, the first order was in the single digits, but I still insisted on writing it.

At that time, I didn’t even know what book cutting meant. I just wanted to finish the story in my mind, even if only one friend would read it.

Now I have forgotten how many words I wrote in that book, I just remember that it took me a long time to write from the first order of 2 to an average order of more than 100. When I finished writing all the plot lines and asked the editor to finish the book, the editor must have been shocked.

He said at the time: "Big Goose, write your next book Red Mansions, and I will sign you directly."

I replied "OK". At that time, there were not many books on the website. I studied the original version of the book like crazy and studied day and night why other people's books were good. In this way, the early stage of the second book really lived up to the editor's expectations. It was rated high with more than 20,000 words and the data was pretty good. It has never been pushed down.

That book was my first book in the online literature industry.

Unfortunately, the first order was not satisfactory. I felt ashamed of the editor’s trust, but he said, “It’s okay, just keep writing, and it will work out.”

Later, things did improve.

From more than 300 first orders, to more than 600 average orders, 900 average orders, 1,200 average orders, and it is still rising.

Everything was going in the right direction, but then an accident happened.

The novel was reported on a large scale.

I still remember that day, starting at 10 a.m., a chapter was blocked every ten minutes or so. After more than twenty chapters were blocked, the editor sent the review comments, and there were countless chapters that needed to be revised.

I know, of course it's all my fault.

Some chapters need to be cut on a large scale, some chapters cannot be released at all, and even the main storyline later touches on things that cannot be mentioned.

It took me several days to modify this report, but unfortunately the data plummeted. Even though I kept working hard, the results always stayed at more than 1,000 average subscriptions and could no longer rise.

Fortunately, many of my friends who read books have always believed in me. Although their looks are not as good as mine, they are definitely better than me in other aspects. They have been chasing and urging me to read.

Later, I wrote more than one million words of that book, but finished it when I could no longer write the second half of the main storyline.

This left a big regret in my heart, because there were still many things I wanted to write in that book that I hadn't written. Although I published other books later, I was unable to make up for that regret.

So, when the editor Kugua contacted me, my first reaction was to make up for this regret. To make up for this regret in my heart with a more exciting story.

Even those lovely friends came here to read books after knowing that I changed the platform.

thank!

Thank you very much to my old friends for their continued support.

At the same time, I have to mention new friends.

It has only been twelve days since the publication of The Great Filial Son, but many new friends have already paid attention to it and even liked it.

The newly arrived goose was deeply moved.

I will write this book well, write it diligently, and strive to write it with all my strength. I will not disappoint the trust of old friends, nor the expectations of new friends.

At the same time, I also hope that new and old friends can give their support, let me know that hard work pays off, and let me know that I am not fighting alone.

Thank you!

Finally, I would like to thank my editor Kugua. His looks are probably as good as mine, otherwise how could he be so cute?

During these thirteen days, I truly felt the warmth, the warmth of trust and the warmth of responsibility.

These days, whether it is censorship blocking or other problems, Kugua is online almost 24 hours to help deal with them. Thank you so much.

I even wondered whether bitter melon was male or female. It would be great if it was female.

Just kidding, let’s get back to the topic.

After 24:00 tonight, "The Filial Son" will be officially available. I hope everyone can subscribe. I beg everyone to give Big Goose even a little support. Big Goose will be grateful.

Before, Big Goose never mentioned anything about updates.