Is it because I turned a few pages of Dream of Red Mansions before going to bed, so I dream that I have become a person in Red Mansions?

What I dreamed of was the one I watched before I went to bed.

In fact, I don't know how many times I have read Red Mansion, because this book is a limited number of books that I can read. Nothing else is allowed. Even this one was bought by a struggle that I fought hard for, and refused to take medicine for a week.

I can't touch anything that would cause emotional ups and downs, a threat to my fragile heart and accident-prone airways and lungs.

How did I refute my uncle back then? Oh...... Yes, what I'm saying is that if you can't even read a little favorite book, you can't even read a little favorite book, and you can't bask in the sun all day long, how can this kind of life make people want to live?

After a difficult struggle, I finally managed to get some books to read. But these books must also be reviewed by the uncle before they can be approved. There are many famous tragedies, and famous comedies have been rejected by him because of this, and this Dream of Red Mansions is still something I tried my best to strive for.

But a while ago, the weather suddenly cooled down, and I couldn't get out of the house again. Looking out against the windowpane, the leaves in the garden have fallen, my uncle is busy for a while, and the day when the housekeeping company comes to clean has not yet arrived, it seems that the autumn scenery outside is desolate and desolate, I don't know why, I think of the words inside the Red Mansion, the withered grass and dead poplars, and the wat was full of beds.

Of course, my bed is not covered with the kind of jade wat board that represents wealth and wealth. In addition to books, it is still books.

Looking at the pile of books that I can see, it is still the Red Mansion that can stand up to pondering. And every time I look at it, the place of attention is different.

Sometimes it's just Daiyu's watch, and sometimes it's about paying attention to the plot. Another time, because my uncle didn't allow the nanny to give me something with a strong taste, I had to open the book and look for food in it to quench my thirst. Looking at the power of the old man Cao's pen, the ordinary dishes are also written so vividly and fragrantly, which is appetizing. In one section, the kitchen sister-in-law Liu made a set meal of two dishes and one soup for Fang Guandan, plus dessert after the meal, shrimp balls and chicken skin soup, steamed duck stuffed with wine, pickled rouge goose breast, cream pine roll crisp, and a bowl of hot green rice stalk rice. In fact, whether it is red rice, green rice, or fragrant rice, it may not be as good as the current rice. However, imagination is always more beautiful than reality, which made my saliva drool while watching, and I had to make a fruit salad sweet and fill my stomach.

Recently, there are a lot of times when I feel depressed, I often feel out of breath when I sit and sit, and I don't see relief from drinking potions with sprays, but it will be slightly better after a while, very slowly and helplessly, but when my uncle is out on a business trip, he doesn't forget to call me in the morning and evening to ask how my body feels, I always say it's fine, everything is normal. His voice on the other side of the phone was always very tired, and he must have been very busy with work.

I don't think my uncle has ever started a family, and my drag has taken up a large part. I've asked him before why he didn't get married, and it's not that there are no women who are obviously interested in him. But he only said that there was no one who agreed. In fact...... Is he afraid that if he has an aunt, he will treat me badly?

My chest was a little tight, so I took out the medicine bottles from the drawer and lined them up one by one in front of me.

The more I took the medicine, the more I took it, but the effect seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

I poured water, counted the pills one by one, counted a handful in the palm of my hand, my medicine skills are by no means covered, according to my uncle's words, I will take medicine when I can't eat, so it seems that I am similar to Sister Lin in the book, but I have neither the beauty of the family, nor the talent of others, only the sentimentality and illness like her, it is really useless.

After taking the medicine, I lost my appetite, took out the vegetarian buns in the refrigerator and ate one and a half hot ones, and the other half was really uneaten, and my chest was still stuffy, so I slowly moved to the side of the bed and lay down, pulled the quilt to cover myself, and then touched the large number of books on the side of the pillow.

Before I went to bed, I often thought that maybe if I fell asleep this time, I would never get up again. Although Dr. Sun didn't say anything during the last physical examination, I knew from his expression that the situation was only bad, not good.

In the book, Sister Feng was shocked to hear that Jia Lian secretly married Second Sister You, that anger, that hatred......

How good, so love-hate and dare to do it......

I can't live like this in my life, live like this, indulge myself like this, love and hate, joy and anger are so comfortable and enviable......

Is it because I think this way that I dream that I have become the person in the book?

Someone shouted at me to get up: "Grandma, grandma, it's time to get up." ”

It's Ping'er who calls me, I know. But this still sounds very embarrassing, making people call grandma...... I reflexively wanted to reply, good grandson, let me sleep a little longer.

However, the Ping'er seen in the book is naturally different from the Ping'er seen with your own eyes.

The image of the characters created by his own imagination disappeared at once when he saw the real person.

The face in front of him, with clear eyes, thin eyebrows and a nose, and red lips, is very classical and gentle.

No one told me, but I just knew that she was Ping'er, as is the usual practice of omniscient people in dreams.

It's just that I can't see it so clearly in my usual dreams, and even her eyebrows that are so delicately and neatly painted can be seen so clearly.

She hung up the tent and said, "It's cold outside today, and grandma won't be able to wear a clip." Yesterday my grandmother went back to my wife, and I have asked people to prepare all the carriages and horses, and I have also instructed the second gate, should my grandmother go with breakfast, or wait for the sun to rise and warm up?"

I was a little confused, and then I remembered that it was now Sister Feng who had made a plan to kill her after she learned that Jia Lian had secretly married You Er. It is natural to say: "Wear that moon-white satin jacket and green silk skirt...... and today's plan naturally came to mind: "Pull a ring bun and take out that set of plain silver beaded silk crested noodles and I will wear it." ”

Ping'er agreed, and then a little girl came in with a basin of water, Ping'er rolled up her sleeves and took a towel for me, and I washed my face in a copper basin. At this time, of course, the soap is not a serious soap block, but it is also called pancreas, which is easy to melt and is not very easy to use. Anyway, I don't have any oil on my face, so it's useless, just wash two handfuls with warm water.

I sat on the stool, and Ping'er uncovered her makeup and straightened the mirror, and broke my hair and combed it carefully. As if I had my own consciousness, I reached out and picked up the Western-style box made of colorful small enamel, and looked, the inside was red and fragrant, it should be rouge, and it was divided into two squares, different colors. One side is peach blossom red, and the other side is garnet red. The light white of the other box, I reached out and dipped a little and sniffed it. This should be a for the face. I applied it to my face and gave myself a thin layer of powder. These ancient cosmetics are very interesting. I tried the same and painted myself eyebrows. Supposedly, I don't know how to wear makeup, but when I paint my thrush, I feel like I've done it countless times. Ping'er's hands and feet were very fast, and the small comb was stained with hair oil, and she had quickly combed her hair in a bun.

This mirror is not a bronze mirror, but a Western glass mercury mirror. The Venetians made a fortune with this mirror, and the French stole the method to mass produce it. In the era of this book, it is also something that only the rich can use.

This hand is really a skill. I remember that in this day there were many women who earned some money by washing the pulp, doing needlework, and combing people's hair. A good hairdresser sometimes can't be hired if she has money, and people are very busy. Ping'er only mentioned in the book that her mind was delicate and dexterous, but she didn't mention it because of her dexterity. Thinking about it, people always say that Ping'er can get into this position because Sister Feng trusts and relies on her so much, and she can't do without her all the time, which shows that she does have real skills.

It seems that I automatically added all kinds of details to my dreams.

After combing my hair and putting on my makeup, I left a little lip print on the edge of the bowl when I ate breakfast. I have already said hello a day in advance, so I don't need to go in to ask for peace in the morning, and I will leave the house after taking the car.