When Zicuckoo knows how to dispense medicine, know first aid, give health lessons to Mrs. Wang, and teach Daiyu how to play Ba Duan Jin... The rules of the Jia family should change!
As a crazy lover of Red Mansions, when I actually read the book, I became at a loss - how can a modern person slowly adapt to ancient life without being caught? To my surprise, I actually did it, enjoying myself among the fragrant girls every day, eating melon at various famous scenes, so happy!
It wasn't until the news of the death of the grandson's daughter-in-law of the head of the Ningguo Mansion came that I suddenly remembered that the Jia Mansion, which was cooked in flames and decorated with flowers, had a certain death ending where the trees fell and the hozens scattered. I remembered that these girls, who were full of flowers and flowers, had been destined for a tragic fate by Cao Gong as early as Chapter 5.
Twelve hairpins fall into the dream of bananas and deer, and the dream of Red Mansions scatters the dust of Jiuquan.
Qin Keqing died young, Jin Chuan fell into a well because of an injustice, Yingchun was humiliated and died, Yuan Fei died suddenly in the palace, Qingwen died with hatred... Thousands of reds in the cave, thousands of beauties in the same cup. Because I know the plot direction, I am lucky enough to be able to change the fate of some of these unlucky women.
The second half of the Red Mansion is lost, and even though there are grass snakes and gray threads stretching thousands of miles, in this Jia Mansion whose foundation is corrupt and is about to collapse, do they... Me, do they still have a way of life?
In this world, I still seem to be a loser, being coerced into being busy but still unable to control myself, unable to be myself, soberly falling into the trap of "I can't do a small thing well", "Girls are raised for others"... My parents' scoldings will always appear in my mind over and over again. After all, I am still the girl with low self-esteem and lack of love.
"What are you thinking about, silly girl?" A warm little hand held my palm.
I whispered softly, "Miss... I'm worried..."
"Don't worry, I trust you very much." The owner of the hand smiled, with a rare rosy look on his pale cheeks, "The hands are so cold, and they are still sitting in the wind..."
Concept: The idea came from the dissatisfaction of some heavy fans of Red Mansion about the endings of some characters, as well as the bold guesses about the missing plot of the last twenty-eight chapters. This article mainly tells the story of "I" wearing a book and using modern thinking and skills to rewrite the tragic fate of the daughter of the Red Mansion under numerous obstacles. In the form of memories, "I"'s experiences before traveling through the book will be interspersed. "I" felt different cares in the world of Red Mansions, and found that people of different eras also have the same troubles and worries. "I" also redeemed myself in the process of redeeming others, and in the process of playing "Zicuckoo", I became the true self that my heart desires.