Anti-crossing the Red Chamber, the movie emperor Jia She

"Huang Sang, I discovered a big secret!"

As soon as he got into the car, Jia Amnesty pounced on Yan Jing, grinding his teeth silently.

Yan Jing: "..."

Being embraced by someone should have been a happy thing, but hearing the gnashing of teeth behind him, Yan Jing silently glanced at Ji Zhilian.

Jia Xiaolian spread his hands silently, he didn't know that the painting style of Daddy Shenma had such a sudden change ╮(╯﹏╰)╭However, Jia Xiaolian has a bunch of small eyebrows, COS is a little detective, and gave the book of the cold and expensive brother Zhongli to him Pulled out.Don't ask him why he calls director Zhongli brother, this is an era of face-saving, calling him uncle will make people wrinkle!

Lian Mengmeng is all kinds of caring Lian~(≧▽≦)/~

Yan Jing glanced at the hardcover version of "Dream of Red Mansions", opened his mouth silently, and asked, "Did you read it?"

"Hmm!" Jia Xiaolian opened his mouth wide, imitating the movements of spy war movies in an exaggerated way, making all kinds of gestures and descriptions.

After understanding the reason, Yan Jing rubbed Jia She's head silently, patted his back to comfort him, until the car entered the house, he hugged Jia She directly, and flicked Jia Xiaolian to the opposite side to find a couple to play with.

"Father, goodbye!" Jia Xiaolian waved her little hand, leading the bodyguard with one hand and the butler with a lot of local products and distributed them from house to house.

"I gave you such a long time, don't you look surprised?!" Jia She looked at Yan Jing angrily, his eyes were slightly red, "What kind of eyes do you like, you actually like scum?!"

"Yeah." Yan Jing gently held his somewhat cold hand, wiping someone's tears with one hand, and suddenly felt a little sore in his heart.

"You are not a scumbag, just talk about the first [-] chapters, according to the customs of the world, whether you have a crush on mandarin ducks, or a fan but you have no intention of being flattered by Jia Yucun and ruining the family of a stone nerd, you have not done anything wrong. They are just jealous that you are the eldest son and heir, without honoring your ancestors, of course, if you truly honor your ancestors, the emperor will definitely not let the Jia family survive. I guarantee it!" Yan Jing said with a serious expression, looking at Jia She.

Jia Amnesty: "..."

Weakly stretched out his fingers and gestured, "I...I only saw the third time!"

Yan Jing: ...

Then you are crying...

For a while, Yan Jing realized that he was also silently putting wax on his increased Tucao skills-_-||| pinching his outstretched fingers against Jia She's forehead, Yan Jing smiled, "No matter how many times you see it, In layman's terms, although we were created by Mr. Cao, we have formed our own unique personality, jumping out of his frame!"

Jia Amnesty blinked and gave a serious "hmm".

"For a thousand readings, there are a thousand Hamlets..." Yan Jing tried his best to find popular words to talk about the unsolved topics of rebirth through time travel through books, as well as people's design, personality and other different persuasion slowly. Come.

Jia Amnesty still blinked, and gave a serious hum.He also thoughtfully took a cup of tea from the tea table for Yan Jing, and handed it obediently when his mouth was dry.

Yan Jing took a look, took the tea silently, and put it back where it was.Overnight tea, do not drink.Looking at Jia She, whose eyes were bloodshot, he said softly, "Do we need to go for a walk? Let's relax."

"You...can you watch "A Dream of Red Mansions" with me? I..." Jia She put his arms around Yan Jing's neck and cried softly, "I've heard them describe it, but I...I don't have the guts to read it. .”

After opening it, he was startled by the fact that he had vaguely guessed but revealed the truth everywhere. Jia She's mind went blank, and then he was dazed and ignorant. When he saw Yan Jing, he suddenly remembered what he said at the time, I am the same as you, so, do not be afraid!

At the moment, my heart feels like a basin of cold water has been poured on it.

After being silent for a long time, he did not dare to reveal the truth.

He is a coward.

"Okay." Yan Jing said softly with a low voice.

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However, after 10 minutes, Yan Jing felt that he needed to calm down, looking at the ball under the bed, his brows were almost knit together.

"If I can't bear it, I can just curl up in the bed." Jia Amnesty poked his head silently and hummed softly, "When I was young, if I was wronged, just hide in the bed and cry secretly for a while!"

Taking a deep breath, Yan Jing pinched the quilt, lifted it, pulled the person out, and hugged him, thinking of the messy analysis of those modern psychologists, curled up like a baby because of lack of security, and a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes The emotions that have been suppressed, but immediately put on loving and gentle eyes, and said firmly and forcefully: "You can't bear it, and there is me. No matter what, I will never leave you!"

After a pause, he folded his arms and hugged him tightly, repeating again and again: "You have me!"

"Hmm!" Jia She sniffed, buried his head silently, and leaned against Yan Jing's arms. After a long time, he said sullenly, "Look, I want to know whether it is the scumbag of the elder Xi or the young master of "Jiangshan" who is more miserable." force!"

Yan Jing: ...

His expression was stiff, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Accompanying Jia Amnesty to read "Dream of Red Mansions" silently, the sky gradually darkened.

"So I'm really a scumbag?" Jia She asked, "In the end, the Rongguo Mansion was confiscated and I was exiled? And... Lian'er, unexpectedly... there is no successor?"

"No." Yan Jing reached out and tapped his head, rubbed his back to soothe his emotions, and said decisively: "The first eighty chapters were created by Mr. Cao, and the latter was written by Gao E. You can ignore it."

Jia She blinked.

"We have jumped out of the framework of the Red Mansion, we have our own independent personality, you just need to think about yourself." Yan Jingdao, "The words of the Red Mansion have its charm, and countless people chase after it...but..."

Jia Amnesty waved his hands silently, sobbing silently, but glanced at Yan Jing, and said, "You are the Supreme Emperor? In the end... are you really killed?"

Slightly closing his eyes, Yan Jing nodded.

"The crown prince broke something, just write three words?" Jia She clenched his fists, "My Jia family came to experience calamity for a piece of precious jade left over from mending the sky? Is it about love?"

Jia Amnesty took a deep breath, "So all the girls in the family live in the Grand View Garden with Baoyu? His mother, a mere noble concubine, made an order to ruin the family's innocent reputation? In modern times, it's not open to this level, it's ridiculous. , he finally became a monk?!"

Yan Jing silently handed over the pillow for others to vent.

Jia She pulled the pillow: "Writing around Baoyu, why do you want to write about Lian'er as lustful? You are so anxious that you have never seen a woman in your life. You can't even wait for a few days, and bear the name of getting married in the filial piety? ! My eldest wife is all kinds of scum, so I can’t be too nice? Pig’s feet, his parents are all kinds of gentlemen and bodhisattvas?

Wolves howled from time to time in the bedroom.

Yan Jing was almost ready to vent his emotions when dealing with others, so he silently hugged the person and shifted his position.

Jia Amnesty sat blankly, was fed saliva to moisten his throat, and was surprised when he was carried out of the door. He said hoarsely, "What...what are you going to do?"

Yan Jing lowered his head and kissed some pale lips, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Take you to a secret base!" Rubbing Jia She's head and said: "We have no way to change the author's thinking, but we can create our own red building. "

Jia Amnesty was at a loss.

The very low-key car left the community all the way and turned onto the expressway.

The autumn wind howled in late at night, with a slight coolness.

Jia Amnesty couldn't help shivering.

Yan Jing hugged him into his arms, and smoothed out his wind-blown hair.

Jia Amnesty watched people silently.

"Blow some air and calm down." Yan Jing lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "Enhou, I don't want you to cry about these things in the future."

"I didn't cry, I was just angry. It's just..." Jia She turned his head and glanced at Yan Jing, and said, "I can't accept my Lian'er, and I can't accept the prince either... The people I know are so indifferent and disappear, Reduced to a supporting role in someone else's story."

Jia Amnesty pulled Yan Jing, his hands trembling slightly, "Since Cao Xueqin hasn't finished writing, then... then... what happened to the Jia family...?"

Yan Jing hugged his waist, silently.

He couldn't answer this question either.

Because he died earlier!

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The car slowly drove into the science and technology park.

Yan Jing led the familiar people to the ground floor of the building.

Silently enter the password, and the door slowly opens.

Jia She looked blankly at the various sophisticated instruments around him, puzzled.

"Enhou," Yan Jing twitched his lips, "Don't be burdened, if you want to go home, I can do it for you."

"Huh? Back..." Jia She looked at the unknown precision instrument in amazement, a light flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly raised, "Cut... slice? ! "

Yan Jing: "..."

In an instant, there were three black lines on his forehead, silently calming down his emotions, Yan Jing leaned forward and kissed him: "Enhou!"

When he came back to his senses, Jia Amnesty put his arms around Yan Jing's waist and hugged him tightly, without saying a word for a long time, tears slid down his face silently.

"I'm afraid, but I have Lian'er, and you!"

Yan Jing patted his back, lowered his head, and wiped away the tears one by one.

"But, now that you think about it, you were alone, who were you?"

Yan Jing's expression froze, and his whole body trembled imperceptibly, but suddenly it became as sweet as being poured with honey.

Tears drop by drop, falling more and more, Jia She clenched his hands into fists, clenched tighter and tighter, "That kind of... despair, knowing yourself, knowing Lian'er, knowing the final situation of Jia's family, and you, when I think of it... , My heart hurts, I can't help but guess, I can't control it more and more, I want to know why this is happening, bound by fate, but the bones of the people who created us have already been turned into a pile of loess."

Seeing that Jia She was crying more and more sadly, but all kinds of venting came out, Yan Jing was slightly relieved, "Don't cry, my heart hurts." He whispered in his ear: "Enhou, I am very happy. Even now I can't figure out why time travel is reborn, but I can meet you, hear you sad for me, cry for me, very... happy."

"Bastard, I'm sad and hopeless, and you're spreading hatred one by one!" Jia Amnesty was crying, but also smiling, hugging her, not wanting to move.

Yan Jing's embrace is solid and reliable, like a harbor sheltering from wind and rain, he just wants to live like this for the rest of his life, he is relaxed and carefree.

However, looking at the brightly lit laboratory behind him, he slowly pushed Yan Jing away, and his figure moved a little away. A firm gaze flashed in his eyes, and Jia She said solemnly: "Yan Jing, I want to be with you." You struggle together, together...have a home."

Yan Jing looked at the red and swollen eye sockets, but his eyes were shining brightly. Jia She's eyes, which were as dazzling as stars, reflected his expression, showing a slight sense of tension, but his heart became more and more sweet.

"Enhou~"

"Let's be our own pig's feet, don't be cannon fodder!"

While talking, Jia Amnesty wrapped his arms around his neck, closed his eyes and kissed him proactively.