“Dream of Red Mansions” was very popular!

One of the protagonists in the book was a shuanger with a low status, and the other was a concubine son who was suppressed by his family.

Not only did they break the strict feudal system and come together, but they also broke through many difficulties and counterattacked all the way, reaching the pinnacle of life.

To sum up, the plot line was refreshing, the emotional line was pampering, and the author overtly and covertly criticized the feudal dynasty. The three complement each other, satisfying readers while achieving the ultimate empathy.

In each era common people always had the most population, and the characters and plot in “Dream of Red Mansions” were simply tailor-made for people like Wan Qiu, who was born at the lower class and unable to resist.

Drinking only one gourd of water after three thousand steps, two people fighting for life, a concubine son counterattacking and refusing to marry for true love…

Things that were simply impossible in reality were all realized in “Dream of Red Mansions.”

The sense of immersion was super strong!

Wan Qiu envied Jia Baoyu’s deep affection and also longed for Lin Daiyu’s temperament of daring to love and hate. Occasionally, he would apply plots in the book to himself and Shan Yu to gain some spiritual support and satisfaction.

Despite being frugal, Wan Qiu spent money to buy a copy of “Dream of Red Mansions” that was of no practical use to him. People could imagine how much he liked the stories in the book.

It was a pity that there was no literate person in the family, so the book sat there untouched, and not a single word was read.

Now, hearing Lian Zhou reciting, Wan Qiu felt unable to move forward.

He hugged the little bun and cautiously took a few steps toward the corner door.

Wan Qiu had heard the stories of “Dream of Red Mansions” and knew the outline, but the specific plots were not clear.

As he listened to Lian Zhou recite a few words, he became addicted.

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Lian Zhou, too bored to be alone, listened to his own voice to relieve his boredom.

He laid on the rockery with his legs crossed, basking in the sun, holding the book high above his head. He would read whatever page the wind blew to, hitting a hammer here and there. After a while, Wan Qiu became confused.

In the meantime, he had to endure all kinds of complaints from Lian Zhou…

“You still dare to write, this Cao Xueqin is really daring…”

Wan Qiu, holding the little bun and leaning against the wall, thought: ‘Who is Cao Xueqin? There seems to be no such person in the book!’

Wan Qiu thought incoherently and listened in confusion until the little bun couldn’t help shouting…

“Who’s there!” Lian Zhou shouted when he heard the noise. He jumped off the rockery and chased out. Wan Qiu didn’t even manage to run ten meters.

“It’s you?”

“I… I was just passing by…”

“Why don’t I believe it?”

“Really, really.”

“If you’re lying,” Lian Zhou pointed to the sobbing little bun in Wan Qiu’s arms, “He will…”

“Don’t!” The child was Wan Qiu’s life. He didn’t want to hear Lian Zhou’s curse, so he confessed honestly: “I heard you were reading, so… I just listened to a few words…”

Lian Zhou raised his eyebrows: “Just like this?”

Wan Qiu nodded and tried to leave but was stopped.

“Why are you so shameless when you eavesdrop on others studying?”

“I…” Wan Qiu made a mistake in this matter and whispered: “Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it…”

“It wasn’t intentional? Really?” Lian Zhou was unreasonable.

Seeing that the apology was useless, Wan Qiu took a few steps back with the little bun in his arms: “What do you want?”

Since the unilateral breakup between Lian Zhou and Shan Yu, Lian Zhou had been very courageous and stopped accepting money from Shan Yu.

He was very strapped for money now.

Seeing that Wan Qiu was stupid and had too much money, and was very interested in “Dream of Red Mansions”, he said, “Let’s do it this way. How about you give me money from now on and I’ll read to you?”

Later, every day Wan Qiu would go to Lian Zhou to listen to books with his child in his arms.

One of them came for the story, the other for the money, and they got along well.

But Lian Zhou was too good at teasing people.

He raised the money at critical moments.

If Wan Qiu didn’t give it, Lian Zhou wouldn’t read it to him.

That day, they were talking about Jia Baoyu’s refusal to marry, causing the princess to jump into the lake in grief.

Lian Zhou didn’t even need to say anything. Wan Qiu took the initiative to take out a few coins from his sleeves and said anxiously, “What next?”

Lian Zhou was in trouble. He rolled his eyes and thought the author only wrote until here, and he didn’t know what the follow-up would be!

But he still said seriously, “Okay, today’s time has come, we will continue tomorrow.”

“But…”

“No but, you can come tomorrow.”

Lian Zhou snatched the copper coins from Wan Qiu’s hand, and after driving him out, he scratched his head sadly: “The dead author has not updated for so long, how can I do it tomorrow!”

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When Shan Yu came back from class, Wan Qiu was staring at a plum blossom in the yard.

He walked over lightly and hugged him fiercely.

Wan Qiu, who was in a daze with fright, exclaimed, “Ah! Husband?”

“What are you thinking about? You don’t even know when I get back.”

Shan Yu pressed a kiss on Wan Qiu’s rose-colored lips.

As if the kiss wasn’t enough, he held Wan Qiu’s tongue in his mouth for a long time, and then finally let go.

Since the kiss on New Year’s Day, the relationship between Shan Yu and Wan Qiu had become closer day by day.

Wan Qiu felt that his husband didn’t care about their status anymore, but in fact, it was Shan Yu who finally confirmed his feelings.

He was full of energy and kissed Wan Qiu a hundred times a day, until one day both of them had oral ulcers, and then he stopped a little.

There was no other way.

Shan Yu had been a single noble virgin for so many years, and he suddenly tasted the sweetness of passionate love.

Naturally, the novelty got to him, and he couldn’t extricate himself from it.

For Wan Qiu, he felt like he was soaking in a honey jar every day.

He sat in Shan Yu’s arms, hugged his husband’s neck, and chuckled, “Husband, please be gentle, the skin is hurt again.”

The golden crow fell to the west, and the setting sun shone in the evening.

A ray of golden sunset passed through the small window and fell on Wan Qiu’s forehead, coating his dark pupils with a layer of golden light.

Shan Yu saw his infatuation in Wan Qiu’s eyes, smiled, and raised his eyebrows: “Then I’ll be gentle.”

He kissed him again, deep and heavy.

“Hmm~” Wan Qiu hissed, clenched his fingers into a fist and lightly punched Shan Yu’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

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While having dinner, Shan Yu realized the reason for Wan Qiu’s daze.

It turned out he was worried about the characters in the book!

“…Resisting the edict requires beheading. Husband, do you think the emperor will kill Jia Baoyu? And the princess… The princess jumped into the lake for him, and her reputation is gone. How will she get married in the future? Daiyu is also very poor. He did nothing wrong… What will he do if Jia Baoyu marries the princess…”

Shan Yu coaxed the little bun to smile and asked Wan Qiu, “Lian Zhou said he will tell you the follow-up tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Wan Qiu put a piece of meat into Shan Yu’s bowl and said, “He said he would tell me the follow-up tomorrow.”

Wan Qiu was so stupid that he didn’t know that the book had stopped updating a long time ago.