Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

Pull Jia Huan directly into the backyard.

After Jia Huan managed to get rid of the oppression of several shop assistants, he rushed into the store, only to find that the man had left and the painting was not left behind.

"You said, he was rude and not rude. I told him kindly, but he didn't say a word, and directly dragged me back to the backyard. It's really a dog who bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart." Jia Huan finally gouged out the old man with a look on his face. Said angrily.

The old man smiled and said, "Who would believe what you say to a half-grown child?"

Jia Huan yelled, tugged at Jia Lan's sleeve and said, "Listen, listen."

Jia Lan thought about the whole thing carefully, patted Jia Huan's hand, bowed respectfully to the old man, and said, "My uncle is reckless, thank you sir."

The old man was taken aback, but he didn't expect Jia Lan to react like this.

Jia Huan didn't understand either, "What are you talking about, Lan'er, did I tell him he was wrong?"

Jia Lan smiled apologetically at the old man, and said to Jia Huan: "If the painting is true and false, and you say it directly from your mouth first, the man is angry and must hold a grudge against you. If he wants to take revenge on you , how can you, a teenager, bear it? I think the old gentleman said some ignorant words to hide it later, and then used all kinds of fallacies in the painting to prove that the painting is fake. I can't think of you anymore after I'm gone. Old man, am I right?"

The old man stroked his beard, "I think you are the uncle, is he the nephew?"

Jia Lan chuckled nonchalantly, "Sir, you're joking." He turned his head and patted Jia Huan and said, "Do you understand now?"

Jia Huan nodded, bowed reluctantly to the old man and said, "I blamed you, I'm sorry."

Jalan shook his head and just smiled.Jia Huan's stubborn nature can be subdued, which is considered quite good.

"I don't know what to call Mr.?" Jia Lan asked, this old man is not bad-hearted, he is a good person.

The old man said with a smile: "Your uncle has come to me four or five times, and every time he pestered me to ask the names of these things, but he never asked my name. It's different, it's really different."

Jia Huan snorted and said, "I asked you why, you are not as good-looking as these treasures."

Jia Lan pulled him, and Jia Huan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Looking at the two, the old man couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "My surname is Qi, and people call me Old Man Qi. You are so young, so you can call me Grandpa Qi."

Jia Huan muttered, "Why do you call him Grandpa? You take advantage of us for no reason."

Jia Lan sighed secretly, and changed the subject: "Grandpa Qi, you have a lot of treasures in this antique shop."

Old man Qi said with a smile: "That's right, my Jubaozhai is the largest antique shop in the city."

Jia Lan looked around, the place is big and there are many things, it really fits the name of Jubaozhai, "It's just that the place is a bit out of the way." He remembered that Jia Huan dragged him around several streets before arriving.

"The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley." Old man Qi said, turning the emerald bead in his hand.

"That makes sense." Jalan nodded, "Can I look around?"

Old man Qi liked this polite young man from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't stop him, just said to look at it freely.

On the other side, Jia Huan still ran back to the original place, picked up the Guanyin statue and continued to study.

After visiting all the shelves one by one, Jia Lan couldn't help but marvel at the wide range and variety of treasures here.No wonder he said it was the largest antique shop in the capital.

Although he doesn't know how to appraise treasures, Jia Lan can also see that there are many treasures that are more precious than those in Jia's mansion.

After watching for a while, he went back to the original place and saw old Mr. Qi was talking to Jia Huan. Jia Huan also changed his usual grumpy expression and listened very quietly, occasionally asking a few questions.

Jia Lan didn't bother, and stood aside, playing with a string of agate beads.

Antiques are something that only the rich can play, and there are few patrons in the store. In the deserted area, there are only the voices of old Mr. Qi and Jia Huan, and the sound of Jia Lan's stop-and-go footsteps.

Nearly half an hour passed, Jia Huan stared at the Guanyin statue with a satisfied expression finally, and said "Understood" to Mr. Qi.

Old man Qi smiled and reached out to touch Jia Huan's head.

Jia Lan was a little surprised that Jia Huan didn't hide. This old gentleman is really a strange person, and he respected him even more in his heart.

"Wow, it's so late. Lan'er, are you hungry?" Jia Huan shouted hurriedly, looking at the dim sunset outside the door.

"It's okay." Jalan shook his head.I have been admiring Jia Huan's rare peaceful and well-behaved expression, so I naturally forgot about other things.

"Do you want to stay and have dinner together?" Old man Qi said with a smile.

"Don't bother, my mother must have been waiting at home, I really disturbed you today." Jia Lan declined, Li Wan was always worried about him, if he went back late, I'm afraid he would have to think too much.

"Yes, if I go back late, my mother will scold me again." Jia Huan thumped his palms and suddenly realized, "Then, old man Qi, let's go." As he spoke, he pulled Jia Lan up and ran outside. Old Mr. Wang Chaoqi grinned mischievously.

Jia Lan was dragged out by him, and he didn't pay attention to Mr. Qi's face, but such a kind person shouldn't care about Jia Huan's naughtiness, he comforted himself.

"Third Uncle is too impolite." On the way, Jia Lan complained.

"What's the matter?" Jia Huan walked on the road swaggeringly with his hands behind his head and said, "Let me tell you, he's a very nice guy, and he won't get angry no matter how much I mess with him."

It seems that everyone in Jia's mansion reprimanded him, so he was more willing to play outside.People outside didn't know his status as a concubine, or that he had a naughty mother, not to mention that he was an old man who could tolerate his bad temper so much. Jia Lan wanted to sigh.

"I saw you and Grandpa Qi having a good conversation, what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Oh, that, I was trying to guess when the Guanyin statue was unearthed, but I couldn't guess it right, so he told me how to identify it. It's so complicated that I can't even remember it." Jia Huan scratched his head and said in distress.

"Does Third Uncle like those antiques very much?"

"No, I just think it's a great thing to be able to see a lot of problems from such a small thing." Jia Huan said happily, "That kind of feeling is like the second brother Bao repeatedly applauded after writing a good poem." Same."

He looked at Jia Lan, seeming a little embarrassed, "I can't make a good song, and I don't know how it feels. But I always think it should be about the same."

Since Jia Huan was born, everyone compared him with Baoyu in everything. Over time, Baoyu was the first thing he thought of when he was going to do something.

What would Second Brother Bao do if he got this problem, what would Second Brother Bao think if he knew about it, if Second Brother Bao...

Jia Lan chuckled, "You can appraise treasures, Uncle Bao can compose poems, but I don't know anything, how can I understand?"

Jia Huan was taken aback, and thought for a while before saying, "You know how to read, you read more books than me and Brother Bao! Don't you often praise you, sir?"

Jia Lan pursed her lips and smiled, "That's true."

If Jia Huan can continue to be so simple and happy, even though he is sometimes willful and surly, it will be a blessing. "A Dream of Red Mansions" does not mention Jia Huan's daily affairs. If possible, can the antique shop be an opportunity?

Jia Lan looked back, only to find that the shop had been hidden a few streets away, and he could no longer be found, leaving only the burning clouds printed and dyed by the setting sun on the western horizon farther away, brilliant and blood-red, which made people irritated.

5. Learning art, harassment

Since that day, although Jia Lan was indifferent about going out, she finally agreed once when Jia Huan urged her three or four times, and when the seasons changed, Jia Lan did not suffer from illness as in previous years, and her complexion improved. .

Li Wan was very satisfied with this, thinking that it was the effect of going out to exercise and basking in the sun. Later, he inadvertently mentioned in front of Jia's mother that the brothers were all grown up, and it was almost time to learn the art of archery.

When Jia Mu heard this, she thought this method was very interesting, so it's good to be straightforward.Mrs. Wang thought that it was not a good idea for Baoyu to play with poetry all day long, so she just found a reason to let him take it easy.Then he mentioned this matter to Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng readily agreed.

There is already a teacher of rites and music at home, and Jia Dairu in the family school to teach the number of books. Now if I invite Sheyu again, I will be able to learn the six arts.

When the teacher was invited the next day, Jia Zheng told Baoyu and the three to study hard and check them one by one after a while.

Jia Zheng often said this sentence, but never realized it. Baoyu and the other three didn't care at all.

However, Jia Zheng made a special confession before leaving, Jia Lan is still young, if he can't hold on, he can learn slowly in the future.

Jia Lan patted his head, could this be the legend that his grandchildren were not close to his children, but he had never seen Jia Zheng get so close to him on weekdays.

Archery is actually just a pastime. Jia Lan is only eight or nine years old. With a big bow, he can only pull it a few centimeters away with the strength of breastfeeding, let alone a tall horse. He can't reach the back of the horse even with his feet .

Baoyu Jiahuan got on the horse beside him, holding back a smile to see Jia Lan standing in front of the horse with his hands behind his back, looking serious, neither smiling nor annoyed.

Baoyu said, "Lan'er, do you want me to carry you up?"

Jia Lan lamented that being four or five years younger is different, and shook his head and said, "No, I can't reach the stirrups even when I go up. Just learn from me. I'll watch from the sidelines."

As he spoke, he waved to the slightly bewildered gentleman next to him, signaling that he should not care.

This gentleman only heard that a few brothers were learning archery, but he didn't expect that there would be such a young child. Now that he was not prepared enough, there was a mistake. He thought for a while and said: "How about Master Lan, wait for a while, I will Tell the servants to lead a dwarf mare and find a small bow?"

Jia Lan nodded, "That's troublesome sir."

Watching the master teach Baoyu Jiahuan for a while, the servants brought a brown mare, only a head taller than Jialan, Jialan was very happy.It's just that he has short arms and short legs