Jia Baoyu's romantic nature

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In the side story of Jia Baoyu, the idiom
"One, two, three, the granary is full; one, two, three, four, five, a tiger enters the house; one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, a son is born who looks like the seventh" describes Jiajia Village, a remote and desolate place surrounded by mountains. Legend has it that their ancestors were two brothers surnamed Jia who deserted from the army and fled here, where they multiplied and became a prominent clan, hence the village's name, Jiajia Village. A few rhymes circulate in the village, referring to the "seventh son," Jia Rui, the grandson of a former village schoolteacher. Jia Rui was the seventh child in his generation, ugly, a good-for-nothing, unmarried, and a spendthrift. He had one peculiar trait: his penis was unusually large.
He never worked, spending his days idly stealing chickens and dogs, seducing women regardless of age, beauty, or ugliness, whether they were from the same clan or not. Many women in the village suffered as a result. Since then, many amorous tales about him have circulated in the village.
When Jia Rui was thirteen, he went up the mountain to chop firewood with a dozen or so friends. They clanged their sickles against their carrying poles, making a loud "clang, clang" sound as they made their way to Baigu Mountain. Halfway there, one of the friends suddenly felt the urge to urinate, and soon everyone else felt the same. So, they lined up, pulled out their penises, and a dozen or so streams of urine arced down the slope.
As the saying goes: "So many penises in this land, but the most impressive are these!" Everyone found it amusing, laughing and joking as they urinated, exchanging glances. Suddenly, they noticed that only Jia Rui's urine shot exceptionally high and far, and he seemed to be going on for a long time after everyone else had finished. They
all gathered around, laughing, when someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, "Eek!" At the same time, everyone noticed that Jia Rui's penis was different; it was long and drooping, with strange black hairs growing at the base. Everyone burst into laughter, slapping and mocking him, then pushing him down the slope, preventing him from joining the others in chopping wood.
As the saying goes, "When Heaven bestows a great treasure upon a man, it first tests his will, strains his muscles and bones, and starves his body." Little Jia Rui, pushed down the slope, his clothes and face smeared with urine and mud, saw that everyone ignored him and left him all alone, and he couldn't help but sob, feeling wronged.
Just then, he heard a soft voice beside him: "Little Rui Rui, why are you crying?" Little Jia Rui looked up and saw a newlywed woman who had just married into the village. She was smiling at him, a piece of water grass in her mouth, her face fair and her lips fresh and red.
Little Jia Rui glanced at her, and his face inexplicably turned red. The new bride laughed, "I know, you must have been fighting with someone, right?" Little Jia Rui sobbed, "No, not at all!" Between tears, he tearfully told her what had happened.
Hearing this, the new bride blushed slightly on her fair face and comforted little Jia Rui, "Don't cry. Go with me to gather pig feed first, and I'll help you chop firewood. Your grandfather won't scold you then, okay?" Little Jia Rui nodded, immediately becoming happy, and followed her to a small hollow in the hills to find pig feed.
Passing a stream, the new bride told little Jia Rui to squat down, scooped up a handful of water, and washed his face. Little Jia Rui felt her hand gently brushing across his face—it felt so fresh and comfortable, a strange yet intimate feeling. Lost in thought, he heard the new bride laugh, "Alright! Get up!" Leading little Jia Rui to a vegetable patch, she put down her basket, rolled up her trousers to reveal her snow-white feet, and pulled up her sleeves. Seeing little Jia Rui staring blankly at her, she laughed, "What are you standing there for? Help me gather pig feed, okay?" She bent down, parted the vegetable leaves, and picked up the grass from the ground. Little Jia Rui followed behind her, squatting down to work. It had rained yesterday, and the ground was still damp, making it feel cool and comfortable to the feet. A gentle breeze blew, fluttering the corner of the new bride's floral dress, making it dazzlingly beautiful. The grass was tender, the vegetable leaves green, and the scent of earth was lovely.
After a while, Xiao Jiarui got tired and straightened up to rest. He saw the new bride still working. She was wearing a thin floral dress, bent over, her trousers taut over her buttocks. Her dress had fallen down a bit, revealing a section of her snow-white skin at the waistband, with a slight dip at the bottom, exposing her buttocks.
Xiao Jiarui's face instantly turned bright red, his eyes fixed on that spot. Hearing no movement behind her, the new bride turned half her face and smiled back, "Tired?" She turned back again, shifting the tip of her buttocks forward slightly. Little Jia Rui's lower body suddenly swelled up, making his trousers bulge. Startled, frightened, and uncomfortable, he cried out in a tearful voice, "Sister-in-law!" The new bride stopped what she was doing and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I feel uncomfortable down there!"
"Swelling? Then go relieve yourself."
"I don't want to pee, I just feel this urge!" Hearing this, the new bride looked down and saw that it was bulging his trousers high, trembling slightly. Her face flushed, and she stepped forward, saying, "Let sister-in-law take a look." Her hands fumbled, and when she touched it, the thing hidden there twitched, trying to hide—quite a feisty thing!
The new bride's face turned ugly, and her voice changed: "Rui Rui, don't be afraid, sister-in-law has a way, okay?" She led Little Jia Rui to a small hillside nearby, to a corner, and made him take off his trousers so she could take a look.
As soon as the trousers fell down, the new bride almost fainted, letting out a small cry of surprise. Her delicate white hand lightly touched it, as if she were touching a snake. Her face flushed a tender red, almost dripping with moisture, a strand of hair hanging down, fluttering like a heart.
Little Jia Rui stood there, his lower back erect, trembling in the wind.
The new bride murmured, "Sister-in-law, let me help you shrink, okay?" Her voice trembled, like someone stealing cucumbers at night. Her hand went to her waist, unbuckling her belt! As soon as it came down, Little Jia Rui said, "Sister-in-law, did you wet your pants?"
"No."
"Then why are your flowery underpants wet?" The new bride chuckled, her face burning, her eyes watery.
She pulled down her flowery underpants again. Little Jia Rui saw a snow-white bottom, tender white thighs, almost transparent, faintly revealing a bluish root, and a dark patch in the middle—how strange, it was like that! The lower part swelled even more, and he cried out anxiously, "Sister-in-law, it's gotten even bigger, it's so bloated!" The new bride said, "It'll be done soon, don't rush, lie down first, okay?" Little Jia Rui followed her words and lay down on the loose soil. The new bride's body pressed down like a cloud, obscuring the blue sky, then lowered again, revealing her face. The erect thing touched the flesh, slippery and sticky, it was her buttocks. The shaft was pressed against that flesh, one so cool, the other so hot!
The new bride reached down, and after a long while, as if threading a needle in the dark, she finally aligned it and sat down comfortably.
Little Jia Rui was about to shout, but the thing was in hot water, warm and cozy, so comfortable. The new bride frowned, this freshly arrived product had met a big customer! The thing was much bigger than the one at home, and he couldn't sit all the way down at once, the feeling of fullness made him feel incredibly secure.
One thrust, two thrusts. The new bride began to rise and fall gently. Both the one riding and the one lying down had distorted faces. The one lying down looked even uglier, while the one riding, plump and delicate, looked even more pitiful.
Three times, four times. All the feelings were written on their faces. The new bride's pretty face looked like she was about to cry, and she finally lay on Xiao Jiarui's chest, panting, her body sore and weak.
Xiao Jiarui, like a little monkey, climbed the tree beam and flipped onto the new bride. His big penis was stuck in the new bride's pubic hair, stiff and hard. It stopped inside, swelling and throbbing, the panting beast lost and disoriented.
The new bride pushed and pressed his buttocks, and Xiao Jiarui saw the light in his dark, hazy state. This moment of pleasure was like a child who had just learned to play with a new toy. It was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, kicking and running wildly. The new bride couldn't help but moan and cry out, her hands and feet wrapping around him, her snow-white thighs pressing against his back. Little Jia Rui trudged through a patch of mud, struggling like a calf, charging and crashing about, leaving his new bride utterly bewildered. His cries went unheard. In the field, a white mass wriggled, and someone screamed. A white leg was raised in the air, trembling. A few birds flew by in the distance. There was no one in sight, no sound, only the tall grass on the hillside swaying without wind.
The new bride's mouth gaped open, remaining silent for a long time. Only when someone climbed onto her did her stiff body slowly soften, her unfocused eyes begin to clear, and she saw a small face with a flat nose and a cleft lip standing before her. This ugly little brother, from now on, would be her treasure.
Little Jia Rui said, "Sister-in-law, it really has shrunk!" The new bride burst into laughter, her whole body trembling, pulling at the bulging grass on the mound, making it jiggle. Little Jia Rui, curious, squatted down to examine it, his little hands timidly touching it, tickling him uncontrollably. A moment
later, a small stream of water seeped from the mouth of the creek. The woman lying there couldn't resist any longer, taking one of Little Jia Rui's hands and placing it under her clothes. There, Little Jia Rui saw many more wonders: the concave part was his navel, the smooth part was his abdomen, and the bulging part was his breasts, warm and soft like tofu, springing back to their original shape when squeezed. This time, Little Jia Rui didn't need any instruction; he plowed the field like a little ox, quite convincingly.
Little Jia Rui, being young and weak, lay on the ground, reluctant to get up. The new bride, however, was like a well-fed hen, her energy almost bursting with joy, pulling leaves and breaking branches, soon piling up firewood that Little Jia Rui couldn't carry.
The two bundled the firewood, carried their pig feed baskets, and trudged home along the soft paddy field ridges.
On the way back, they talked.
"Little Rui Rui, do you like your sister-in-law?"
"Yes!"
"What do you like about your sister-in-law?"
"Your pussy!"
"Do you still want to fuck your sister-in-law's pussy?"
"Yes!"
"Then from now on, when your sister-in-law gathers pig feed, you chop firewood, okay?"
"Okay!" From then on, little Jia Rui began his blissful life, but ultimately suffered retribution, falling into the hands of a formidable woman and losing his life.
As the saying goes: Lust is the passport of the lustful, and romance is the epitaph of the romantic.
When Bao Yu was ten years old, he wandered around the village for half a day. When he arrived at the village theater, a dozen children were already sitting around Jiao Da in that dark corner.
It was winter, and sunlight streamed in through the broken window, illuminating a dozen or so small heads. From behind, the thin, yellowish hair at the back of their heads was edged with a faint golden glow. Jiao Da faced this way, grinning smugly, revealing a set of sparse, yellow teeth and several blackened patches.
Bao Yu knew he had started telling a story, so he quietly went over, took out a few cigarette butts from his pocket, and placed them in front of Jiao Da, where a large pile of cigarette butts already lay.
The children glanced at him, then remained silent, none of them uttering a sound to greet him, their gazes fixed on Jiao Da's face, creating a mysterious atmosphere. Bao Yu, also knowing the proper etiquette, held his breath and sat down beside him, listening to what Jiao Da had to say.
Despite the harsh winter, Jiao Da wore only a tattered overcoat, revealing patches of his thin, sallow skin, and a pair of worn-out military shoes. His toes twitched from the cracks in his shoes, and a flying insect hovered around him, finally landing on the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing a dozen pairs of eyes intently fixed on him, Jiao Da couldn't help but feel a little smug. His charred hands trembled as he reached into his tattered pocket, pulled out a few cigarette butts, wrapped them in white paper, twisted them into a stick, lit them, and the smoke rose and dispersed in the sunlight.
Jiao Da was an old man living alone in the village, a heavy smoker who would pick up cigarette butts thrown on the ground to smoke. It was said that he had served in the army in his younger days, fought in battles, and was once a regimental commander in the Kuomintang.
He had a bellyful of stories, some about war, some about ancient times, some about animals, attracting the village children to collect cigarette butts in exchange for stories. But the most mysterious, the ones the children collected the most cigarette butts for, were erotic stories. Stories like Little Jia Rui gathering pig feed, stories about a cat snatching a penis from someone bathing in the river, stories about someone sneaking into a widow's house in the dark, stories about someone being seen having sex in the fields. A group of obsessed children would search for cigarette butts all day long, and once they had enough, they would go to a pile of discarded wood near the theater and ask Jiao Da to tell them stories.
This time, the story was about Jiao Da himself, about a woman he stole when he was a regimental commander. When Bao Yu arrived, the story was already halfway through. The first sentence he heard was, "She was very wet, splashing everywhere, soaking the whole bed." An older child couldn't help but ask, "What did her vagina look like?" At this, the other children held their breath, their faces turning red. They were most curious about women's genitals.
Jiao Da licked his lips and said, "Women's vaginas all look pretty much the same, except hers had more hair and thicker flesh." The older child asked again, "What do women's vaginas that look pretty much the same look like?" Jiao Da thought for a long time and finally said, "A woman's vagina is similar to a mouth, except the top is horizontal and the bottom is vertical, and it has whiskers." A dozen children exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" Bao Yu's head was filled with a mouth, with whiskers, moving one by one, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Just then, Bao Yu heard his grandmother calling him; it was time for lunch. Grandma leaned against the door, waiting for him to approach before scolding, "Where have you been? Having so much fun? Don't you even know how to eat?" She poked him hard on the back of the head, and Baoyu ducked and smiled. His heart warmed; he was gradually growing to like Grandma's way of showing affection.
Baoyu's parents had already started eating. His mother was about to sternly reprimand him when she saw Grandma nagging and scolding Baoyu from behind, while Baoyu came all the way with a grin. She couldn't help but laugh too, and muttered, "You bastard! All you do is run around all day!" Seeing his father stop eating and stare at him, Baoyu dared not laugh anymore. He scooped up his rice, leaned against the corner of the stool, and shoveled rice and vegetables into his mouth.
Glancing at his mother, he saw her chewing with her mouth open, and couldn't help but think of Jiao Da's description of a woman's mouth with a beard. A strange feeling made him lose focus, and he spilled a lot of rice.
Upon seeing this, his mother, Wang, couldn't help but scold him again: "Look at you! You have no manners, no table manners, you're a bastard!" Baoyu was undoubtedly his parents' biological son, and he never understood why his mother always called him a "bastard." Little did he know, there was a little secret behind it.
It turned out that Baoyu's father, Jia Zheng, was considered a literate man in the village. He had completed elementary school and married the daughter of a schoolteacher from a neighboring village, Wang. They had three daughters in a row, but no sons, and the family was subtly stagnant.
Ten years ago, one day, Jia Zheng and his wife, Wang, took their lunch to the fields of Huangkenglong. Huangkenglong was more than ten miles from the village, the farthest field in the village. Most people in the village only planted late rice to save trouble. But Jia Zheng's family had many mouths to feed, so he planted two seasons of rice, hoping for a better harvest.
The two of them carried their things in the field, rarely speaking to each other. When they arrived at the field, the vast green field was deserted. The entire valley was quiet except for Jia Zheng and his wife; it was eerily still.
Jia Zheng unloaded the fertilizer and cleared a clean spot in the open space to prepare it. His wife went to the field to weed. It
was incredibly hot that day; even at eight or nine o'clock, the sun was scorching. The fertilizer, baked in the sun, emitted a foul odor that made the field feel stuffy and uncomfortable. Neither of them spoke, just focused on their
work. When they couldn't bear it any longer, they straightened up for a moment, looked around, and longed to rest on the bank. Finally, noon arrived, and it was time to eat. They took a break.
Jia Zheng climbed ashore, his bare feet sinking into the warm, soft paddy field. A sense of relief washed over him after his exhaustion. He went to the stream to wash his hands and feet. The cool water immediately soothed his feet, a refreshing sensation.
Jia Zheng couldn't resist leaning into the stream, letting the water flow over his body and ears. Soaked in the cool stream, with wispy white clouds overhead, Jia Zheng seemed to revert to his mischievous childhood. His usual composed demeanor vanished, replaced by childlike "oh oh" sounds that made the woman giggle.
Looking at her, Jia Zheng noticed her clothes were covered in mud, her hair disheveled with strands obscuring her eyes, and her fair face flushed by the sun, tinged with weariness, making her even more captivating than usual. Her trousers were rolled up, revealing her snow-white legs, which appeared exceptionally fair in the clear stream. On a whim, he splashed water on her.
The woman laughed and scolded, "Are you trying to be silly? No manners whatsoever!" Both were in their early thirties and rarely joked like this after their marriage. Jia Zheng laughed, "There's no one around, what's the point of all this?" He then scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at her face. The woman laughed and cursed, dodging and splashing water back at him. Jia Zheng, caught up in the fun, moved closer to her, then suddenly tumbled her into the water. The woman scrambled around, kicking and flailing, choking on water. She got up, coughing and laughing.
Jia Zheng laughed, "Don't curse yet, look at yourself." The woman was wearing only thin clothes, soaked and clinging tightly to her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, her top clung to her breasts, making her appear almost naked, and her trousers covered her buttocks, a truly indecent sight.
Suddenly, the woman felt a surge of embarrassment, a blush spreading across her face. She turned away to tidy herself. Jia Zheng had never seen her like this since their marriage. He was momentarily dazed, a surge of impulse rising within him. He pushed the woman aside, and the two began to make love passionately on the grassy bank.
When they were finished, Jia Zheng helped the woman up. Her body was still limp, her cheeks flushed, as if she were drunk.
After their exertion, they ate with particular relish. Jia Zheng finished his own food and continued to shovel rice into his mouth. Suddenly, a piece of meat covered in rice appeared in his bowl, and he heard the woman scolding, "You're starving to death, like you've been thrown down from Liangshan!" Jia Zheng took a mouthful of rice, his cheeks puffed out, and looked at the woman
. Seeing her head bowed as she ate, he felt a warm, pleasurable sensation. After they finished eating, they found a shady spot under a tree, spread straw on it, and lay down softly. Jia Zheng moved closer to the woman.
He reached under her clothes and fondled her breasts. His large hand was calloused, rough, dry, and covered in straw.
Sometimes he would gently tease her breasts, making her body itch; other times he would pinch her nipples tightly, causing a sharp pain followed by a lingering, intensely pleasurable sensation. Both were exhausted and soon drifted off to sleep.
Jia Zheng awoke first, seeing the woman still fast asleep, her cheeks flushed, fine beads of sweat on her nose, her black hair matted with straw, disheveled and alluring. His erection grew slowly, and he quietly pulled her close from behind, pushing her legs apart, pressing against her private parts through her thin trousers. He stirred, waking her, and she glanced at him groggily before closing her eyes again. Jia Zheng then had her hold his erection between her legs, pressing his body against her back, also closing his eyes and remaining still.
Soon, the woman, feeling the heat of his erection between her legs, became wet. Jia Zheng noticed, but pretended not to notice.
The woman, unable to bear it any longer, softly called out, "Hey!" Jia Zheng didn't respond. She secretly pinched his thigh, and seeing he still didn't react, she squeezed his manhood between her legs and wriggled slightly. Jia Zheng's hand, which was clutching the woman's breast, tightened involuntarily, causing her to cry out in pain, "You devil!" She flung his hand away, and as she squeezed his manhood tighter, Jia Zheng felt no pain, but rather a sharp, indescribable pleasure, like a tightness in his heart. He laughed and panted, biting the woman's ear.
The woman squeezed her legs together, twisting and writhing. Jia Zheng shouted, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled the woman over his body. They rolled a few times on the road, unaware that they had rolled into a field.
The woman, covered in mud, tried to get ashore, but Jia Zheng grabbed her and hurriedly pulled down her pants. The woman struggled and cursed. With his immense strength, his trousers were pulled down with a "ripping" sound, and he pressed her into the mud, thrusting into her with all his might.
The woman's body writhed in the mud, like a mud figure (haha, a big mud figure, laugh).
Jia Zheng's rod-like thing thrust in and out, indistinguishable between the woman's vaginal fluids and the mud, churning vigorously. The two of them, like oxen in the mud, stirred up a messy field, and the woman, for the first time ever, reached orgasm, lying prone in the mud, unable to get up. Perhaps
it was a miracle created by Jia Zheng's peak of masculinity. Ten months later, the woman gave birth to the long-awaited baby boy, Baoyu.
It was late spring, and Baoyu's cousin had just broken up a pair of mating dogs in the street. A baby's cry rang out from the delivery room. As soon as the child was born, his hands were clenched tightly, his cry was loud, and his little penis was erect, full of vigor. Grandma snatched the baby, beaming with joy, "My dear in-laws, look, look! It's a boy!" Grandmother Jia had already grabbed the baby herself, overjoyed beyond words, forgetting she was still holding the scissors for cutting the umbilical cord. She carefully held and shook the baby, chanting, "Amitabha! Our Jia family finally has an heir! Our little ancestor! Oh, oh, oh!" She then hurriedly put down the scissors, saying, "Be careful he doesn't catch a cold!" and pointed at the baby's features. She then called for his father to come quickly.
Jia Zheng, hearing of the birth of his son, was overjoyed, running around frantically, not knowing what to do.
He accidentally knocked over the bathtub, spilling water everywhere and soiling his trousers. His sisters, hearing of the birth of a younger brother, crowded in, shouting and vying to see their little brother, making the room impossible to move. Wang Shi, lying in bed, listened to the commotion, watching her youngest son being passed around and eagerly examined, a tired but contented smile on her face.
This little Baoyu was so beautiful and delicate, even more charming than his older sisters. His sisters dressed him up like girls, making him a truly adorable little girl. Seeing his reflection in the mirror, he would giggle and run around wildly. Even Jia Zheng couldn't stop him. Because of Grandmother Jia's doting affection, he was exceptionally mischievous, like a little devil at home, always up to his antics and impossible to control.
Once, his older sister Tanchun was urinating on the toilet when Baoyu came in from outside, hiding a reed pipe behind his back. He crept closer and suddenly poked her little bottom with the reed pipe. Tanchun quickly got down, wetting her pants. Ashamed and flustered, she cried out, "Father, look at my brother!" Jia Zheng finally responded, "What is it?" Baoyu ran away in a flash. The next time he saw Tanchun, he slapped her face and teased her, "Shame on you! You're so big and you still wet your pants!" Tanchun was furious, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Several times when his sisters were bathing, he would clamor outside to bathe too. When they finally agreed, he would jump into the tub and splash around wildly, causing a ruckus. This left his sisters naked, unable to bathe, and the whole room flooded with water. When Wang Shi found out, she only laughed and scolded, "Bastard!" But deep down, she doted on him. Wang Shi attributed his mischief to the time she conceived him in the wild.
Not long after the New Year, the spring chill lingered. It was the season when children were most likely to sleep in. One day, Jia Zheng and his wife had just gotten up when Baoyu, without putting on any clothes, got up by himself, ran to the room next door where his sisters slept, climbed onto the bed, and pounced on the quilt. His sisters cried out in unison, and little Baoyu became even more delighted, shakily standing up and jumping around on top of them. He stepped on his sisters' feet, which were crooked and twisted, and fell down, but didn't feel any pain, giggling. The young lady Tan Chun stepped on his foot and cried out in pain. She grabbed Bao Yu and slapped his bottom a few times. Bao Yu broke free and rolled around on the quilt, slapping her foot through the blanket. The eldest sister Yuan Chun said, "Little brother, it's cold outside. Come in and warm yourself up." As she spoke, she moved aside and lifted the corner of the quilt. Tan Chun immediately shouted, "Don't let him in! He's shameless!" Bao Yu laughed, "I'll come in anyway." He slipped under the covers, his feet kicking wildly, stirring up a gust of cold air. The second sister Ying Chun said, "Little brother, don't be naughty!" But Bao Yu put his icy little feet on Tan Chun's feet. Tan Chun quickly pulled her legs back and cried out.
Yuan Chun said, "Little brother, don't be naughty. I'll tell you a story." Bao Yu loved stories. As soon as he heard it, he shouted, "Tell me! Tell me!" He nuzzled his head against Yuan Chun's chest and smelled her warm, fragrant scent, and then quieted down.
Yuan Chun shifted her body, looking quite comfortable, and said, "Once upon a time, there was a very naughty child." Tan Chun immediately interjected, "His nickname was Stone!" Bao Yu said, "No! His name was you." Tan Chun said, "That's right, his name was you!" Bao Yu said, "Not me, it's you!" Tan Chun said, "Elder sister was talking about a boy, but I'm not a boy." Bao Yu said, "Nonsense, elder sister didn't say it had to be a boy, elder sister, right?" Yuan Chun said, "Don't argue, oh dear, when you argue, I forget the story." Bao Yu kicked his legs wildly, shouting, "Liar, liar!" He clung to Yuan Chun, his little head buried against her, rubbing and burrowing around. Yuan Chun's collar was loosened, revealing a glimpse of white flesh, tickling her, and she blushed and laughed.
Suddenly, a voice called from the courtyard, "Sister-in-law Zheng!" Wang Shi responded from the kitchen, "Yes!" The person in the courtyard said, "Does your son, Shitou, want to enroll in school? They say they're starting a kindergarten class this spring, and all the Lai family's children have already enrolled." Before Wang Shi could answer, Baoyu in the room shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! I'll enroll him today!" He was excitedly shouting "Oh, oh!" He had often seen older children in the village carrying yellow military bags, looking very proud, and had long admired them. He had completely forgotten about the story he was listening to, jumped out of bed, and Yuan Chun couldn't stop him.
Childhood – Li Wan's Chapter
Haha, if the circumstances were different, Grandmother Jia might still be a doting grandmother, and Jia Zheng might still be a serious and strict father, but he might also be a farmer. And Baoyu, raised among women, with a touch of dullness and filth, a bit of lust, we all have his shadow within us, but the Grand View Garden can only exist in dreams, unattainable.

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