Jia Cong watched helplessly as everyone carried Lin Daiyu away, but Daiyu couldn't let go of him. She kept looking back in the cold wind, and Jia Cong's heart was full of heartache and reluctance.

Daiyu is of rare beauty and she is so true and pure to him, so how can he be willing to separate from her?

Moreover, Daiyu's life experience was miserable and she was wandering alone in this world. Although she has temporarily found a home in Jia's house and is quite favored by Jia's mother, the destruction of Jia's house is imminent and Jia's mother is dying. How many days can she take care of Daiyu?

Will he just watch Daiyu die crying and bleeding?

Although there is Jia Baoyu beside her, and she has always been obsessed with Daiyu, Jia Cong has never taken him seriously:

That Baoyu is just a dandy. With Jia's family here, he can still enjoy the blessing of being the young master of Jia's family for a day. But if Jia's family really collapses, Jia Baoyu will probably live a miserable life than anyone else. He

Is he a person who can be attached to for life?

Is it really possible to ask Daiyu to go begging along the streets with him, or to ask Daiyu to follow him to become a monk in Mount Wutai?

The only plan now is to take advantage of the fact that Jia's family is still there and Jia's mother is still there. It is the right way for him to make money quickly.

But how to make this money?

Jia Cong had a headache when he thought that he should go out to make money: he had been coming to the Red Mansion for several months, and he had been hanging out in Jia's house. However, he had become familiar with the ladies and gentlemen in the house. Some were kind to him, and some were kind to him.

But they hate him deeply, but they can't be counted on. Especially when they turn Wang Xifeng, the only shrewd and capable person in the house, into an eternal enemy. It can be said that they are playing a hand that is not very good at all.

Damn it, what should I do now?

It’s impossible to open a store. I don’t have that much capital, and I don’t know what to do when opening a store.

Going to tell stories?

I'm afraid it's feasible, but where can I go to tell stories? Should I just stand under a bridge and become a folk artist? Be the originator of cross talk?

I'm afraid he won't be able to make much money, but what will he do if he doesn't make money? How will he live in the future and how will he protect people like Daiyu?

And Jinque... Jia Cong couldn't help but feel sad again when he thought of Jinque.

The cold wind was miserable, and Jia Cong stood alone in the cold wind with a lot of sorrow and couldn't think of a clue.

The little girl Biluo stood quietly next to Jia Cong, shivering in the wind. But how could she dare to move if Jia Cong didn't move?

Seeing that Jia Cong was as motionless as a sculpture, the little girl could only hug her shoulders tightly without saying a word, peeking at what the young master wanted to do.

Jia Cong thought for a long time, thinking about it, but he never came up with any good ideas. It just added more troubles.

In the end, he could only let out a long sigh in the cold night, turned around and walked into the yard.

When Bi Luo saw him moving, she secretly recited "Amitabha" in her heart, and then walked into the house.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had just taken two steps when they heard someone behind them shouting in a low voice: "Cong'er, Master Cong, wait for me..."

This low call in the middle of the night startled Jia Cong and Bi Luo. They turned around quickly, only to see a person walking hurriedly not far away.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, so they couldn't see clearly who was coming. They saw that the person was slender and slender, and seemed to be a very beautiful girl. It wasn't until the person came closer that they vaguely saw that it was Ping'er.

When she got closer, Jia Cong finally saw clearly that the person who came was indeed Ping'er.

This sister, why did she come here on her own at such a night? Could it be that something happened?

Jia Cong suddenly became nervous. He turned around to meet her and asked as he ran, "Sister Ping, it's you. Why are you here? In this dark night, could it be that Wang Xifeng, the one who suffered a thousand blows, bullied you?" "

Ping'er saw that he was running in a hurry, so he hurriedly called out to him in a low voice: "Don't run away, you might fall again, you are just fooling around in the dark, I have nothing to do, I just came over to check on you, don't worry!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them came together. Without saying anything, Jia Cong quickly held Ping'er's hand and kept asking: "Sister Ping, what happened? No one bullied you, why are your hands so cold..."

As soon as Ping'er's slender jade hands felt cold, Jia Cong immediately felt distressed and asked eagerly.

Ping'er didn't expect that Jia Cong would grab his hand first when they met. He was immediately shy and touched. His pretty face blushed slightly, and he hurriedly took his hand away and said angrily: "It's okay, just be nice." , she has nothing to do with bullying me, she’s not crazy, don’t worry, I just came over to check on you while she was away..."

After hearing what she said, Jia Cong didn't believe it. He knew that Ping'er was a tolerant person and refused to say anything even if he was bullied. He hurriedly looked at Ping'er's little face carefully under the dim lantern. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were shining in the night. She didn't look like she was being bullied. Then she finally felt relieved and hurriedly pulled Ping'er into the house. As she walked, she said: "Sister Ping , go and sit in the house quickly, it’s cold outside.”

Although Ping'er was shy, she was so excited by Jia Cong's pull that she followed him into the house, her cheeks getting even redder.

Bi Luo had just been bought into the house not long ago, and not even 10% of the people in Jia's house recognized her. Ping'er rarely went to Jia's mother's house on weekdays, so she didn't even know Ping'er. In front of her was a woman as beautiful as a flower. Looking at her young master's affectionate look, Bi Luo was even more surprised:

This Jia family is really amazing, how come there are so many stunningly beautiful girls?

And why do these girls love Jia Cong so much? It seems that the young master from home is really powerful.

Not to mention her surprise, Jia Cong had already poured tea for Ping'er with his own hands, delivered it to her, and asked softly: "Sister, are you really okay?"

Ping'er knew that Jia Cong was worried about her and was afraid that she would be bullied, so her heart suddenly felt warm and she liked him indescribably. Under the candlelight, she saw Ping'er's cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were bright, her eyes were gentle, and her beauty was hard to describe.

She took a sip of hot tea first, then smiled softly and said in a low voice: "I really have nothing to do. It's just that my second mistress went out tonight because of something and won't be able to come back for a while, so I can take some time to come out." Look at you."

After hearing this, Jia Cong hurriedly asked: "That guy is not here? That's good. What is she busy with?"

After hearing this, Ping'er replied: "Don't you know that the Qin family in the house next door is dead?"

Jia Cong nodded after hearing this: "I heard someone say this. Did she help with the funeral?"

After hearing this, Ping'er nodded and said: "No, Uncle Zhen from the house over there came here to beg for help several times. She couldn't help but want to show off her talent, so she went to help with the cooking. Otherwise, she couldn't help showing off her talent. Where do I get my free time this night?"

It turned out that Qin Keqing died in Tianxiang Tower, and Jia Zhen was in unbearable pain, and she wished she could go with him to enjoy herself. He wanted to do everything for Qin Keqing, but Youshi pretended to be sick and refused to take care of things, so Jia Zhen had to ask Wang Xifeng to come over
Chapter completed!