When Jia Cong saw Jia Huan, he was full of doubts: At this point, what is this kid doing sneaking out?

Jia Huan suddenly saw Jia Cong standing in front of him like a ghost. He was startled at first and almost screamed. Then his face turned red, as if he had been caught as a thief. He looked embarrassed and asked hesitantly: "Cong...it's Brother Cong...what are you doing at this hour...I can't hold it in anymore...I ran out to pee..."

Jia Cong didn't think much about it and said hurriedly: "I didn't just drop by to see you. What are you doing alone in the house?"

When Jia Huan heard this question, his little face suddenly fell. He snorted coldly and replied sourly: "What can I do? I am not the master who is treated by others. I can't live alone." It’s just wandering around. Look here, run around there and it will get dark.”

When Jia Cong heard what he said pitifully, he suddenly remembered Jia Zheng's cold and frightening temperament, and couldn't help but sympathize with the young master in front of him: He only felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw Jia Zheng occasionally, so why not face him every day? Scared people to death? No wonder Jia Huan looks droopy all day long.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong couldn't help but patted Jia Huan and comforted him: "Brother Huan, I used to always envy you for having a father and a mother. I didn't know how blessed you were every day. It wasn't until today that I realized that your life was worse than mine. .”

Jia Huan then groaned and said: "You just know!" After saying that, Jia Huan nuzzled towards Aunt Zhao's house and said: "To be honest, sometimes I really think that it would be better not to have the two of them. Well, it will be happier that way, and it will save you the trouble of being scolded and beaten every day, and living a life of suffering."

Jia Cong turned his head and took a look into Aunt Zhao's room, only to see the dim shadows of lamps inside, but he had no idea what the two of them were doing.

Jia Huan glared at the window bitterly, and whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "Did you see it? It's like this every night. You always come to my mother, why don't you go to Jia Baoyu's mother?" Bah! Leave me alone in that little dark room every night, like a lonely ghost."

Jia Cong smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand and patted Jia Huan's thin shoulder, comforting him: "Don't talk nonsense, it's always good to have parents. It's late at night, I won't talk to you anymore, I should go back."

After that, Jia Cong turned around and was about to leave, but Jia Huan grabbed him and said, "Brother Cong, I'll go find you tomorrow. How about we go out and have some fun together?"

After hearing this, Jia Cong replied: "I can't do it tomorrow. I have something to do and I have to go out. I'll come find you when I'm free."

As soon as Jia Huan heard that he was busy, he asked where he was going and if he could take him with him.

Jia Cong didn't want to say anything for fear that Jia Huan would think he was showing off, so he said a few words vaguely, and then said: "I really want to go back, but I just came to see if you are okay. That Jia Lian is very ill now." You're just lying on the bed talking nonsense, so don't be afraid of him for the time being."

Jia Huan nodded after hearing this, and seeing that it was already getting late, he did not try to persuade him to stay. He only said that he would go play with him in two days, and then we would discuss countermeasures.

At that moment, Jia Cong turned around and walked out of the yard. Originally, Jia Zheng said that he wanted to find someone to send him off, but now he is busy, and he probably can't remember what happened this time. Maybe what he said was just a polite remark. It cannot be taken seriously.

Now Jia Cong can only face the dark and silent night of Rongguo Mansion alone.

Turning around, dim lights came from several windows in the small courtyard. Jia Huan, who was so ungrateful, had gone back a long time ago. Looking out, the huge courtyard of Rongguo Mansion seemed more and more profound. Although there were only a few lights

The lantern swayed in the night wind, but the dim light not only couldn't illuminate the road, but made the inside of the house even more eerie and terrifying.

Jia Cong hesitated, turned around and looked at the small courtyard where Aunt Zhao lived, knowing that no one could come to see him off.

Jia Cong turned his head, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, closed his eyes and rushed out.

The cool breeze blew against his face, and Jia Cong's clothes that had not yet dried out felt even colder in the cold night. They were wet and clinging to his body, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and ran out a few steps. He stumbled somewhere and almost fell to the ground.

Cold sweat broke out all over again in an instant.

Jia Cong was extremely embarrassed, his ears were buzzing, his little face was red from suppressing it, and his heart was beating in his chest completely out of rhythm, as if he could jump out just by opening his mouth.

Staggering, he continued to run forward with half-closed eyes.

The young concubine of the Jia family was so frightened by the night in the mansion that he almost cried.

As he ran around, he swore in his heart: If someone was willing to take him home at this time, if it was a man, he would give him ten thousand gold in the future; if it was a woman, he would marry her and they would be together for the rest of their lives.

It's rare that he can think of these things in this free time.

The colder the night wind was, the darker the night. The rather old lanterns were flapping in the wind, and the strange pheasants who were hiding somewhere were cawing. Jia Cong became more and more frightened, almost crying.

Out.

As a last resort, Jia Cong screamed at the top of his lungs and rushed forward. He didn't know what he was singing, but he just wanted to vent the fear in his heart.

The night was getting darker and darker, and he yelled before turning around a row of empty houses whose purpose was unknown, and saw a small orange-red lantern drifting slowly towards him.

It seemed like someone was walking at night with a lantern, and I didn’t know who they were picking up.

The fear in Jia Cong's heart was immediately relieved. He slowed down his steps, shut up and stopped singing.

In the dark night, the orange-red color emitted by the lantern opposite made people look more and more warm. Like a handful of flames, it dispersed the ferocious night of Rongguo Mansion.

Jia Cong's eyes stared closely at the orange light, and his heart became more and more settled.

If you look carefully, you can see that the person holding the lantern is slender and thin, and she looks like a little maid. She is holding the lantern and walking very quickly, almost trotting forward. It seems that she must be very scared.

Jia Cong was originally like her, frightened by the night in Rongguo Mansion and almost burst into tears. Now that he saw that little girl and the warm little lantern in her hand, Jia Cong's heart instantly calmed down.

Just stare at that one person, that light.

The person trotting from the opposite side may have seen him, perhaps because she was frightened by Jia Cong. Her speed slowed down for a moment, and she paused, as if she was identifying Jia Cong.

The closer the two got closer, the more Jia Cong looked at the man, the more familiar he felt, and he vaguely looked like a brocade bird.

No way, how dare this girl come alone at this time?

Jia Cong squinted his eyes and stared intently at the person coming to identify him: a slender figure with a double bun on his head. The figure and movements became more and more familiar as he looked at it. It seemed that there had been such a girl since he could remember.

Stay with him, hide with him in a forgotten corner and grow up slowly.

In an instant, the corners of Jia Cong's eyes became moist, his heart surged, and waves of heat rolled in his chest.

The two of them are getting closer and closer to each other.

Sure enough, sure enough, it is this girl!

Sure enough, it is this girl Jin Que!

I know that even if everyone in the world forgets me, no one will remember me, not even Jinque. She will always remember me quietly and miss me, no matter how late it is,

She will come to me.

My eyes were dimmed with hopeless tears.

This little girl!

The two of them came closer, so close.

Jinque also recognized him.

"Master, Master!"

There is unconcealable surprise and unconcealable grievance in the sparrow's cry.
Chapter completed!