Daiyu Arrives in the Dream of the Red Chamber

Chapter 1 Wedges
"Sister Lin, have you thought about it clearly? I don't know when I will be able to return here after leaving."

"Well, originally I just wanted to be a spectator in the Red Mansion who laughed and watched the situation, but it turned out to be counterproductive. Besides, he is tired of this place, and I have nothing to worry about."

"Hee hee, me too, I will go wherever he goes."

"Hehe, yes, let's go, they are still waiting for us on the boat."

"Wait a minute, let me throw this scroll of calligraphy and painting into the ever-flowing Qiantang River. Maybe some storyteller will pick it up and pass it on to future generations. It will be a good story."

"Hehe, you girl, you are more ghostly than before."

"Let's talk about me. Who would have thought that a female man could become a peerless lady from a famous family, and also interpret so many legendary stories, that it would be worthwhile for me to sleep and eat and draw them all."

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The author, Layman Qingtian, said: He is a famous Confucian who has tried repeatedly, and has nothing to love in his life. He wanted to throw himself into the river to commit suicide.But he picked up a long scroll in the river, looked at it carefully, shed tears, and wanted to study it again, but the scroll was soaked in water and rotted.

Layman Qingtian looked up to the sky and sighed, such a peerless scroll was thrown into the river, and could not be handed down to future generations, what a waste of nature.So he abandoned his ambition to die, and according to his memory, after several years of editing and editing, he compiled the book "Daiyu's Arrival Through the Red Mansion", but it was difficult to describe the picture scroll, and he sighed endlessly.

Since the book was completed, the Qingtian layman has been hanging around the karaoke restaurant, the bridge under the tree, and those two or three idlers, three or five children, and seven or eight resentful girls every day.Telling the stories in that book, occasionally earning three or two yells and four or five tears, I am overjoyed.

That day, Layman Qingtian was talking about the idiotic dream again in the wine shop, but he didn't know that above the house and among the clouds, there was a man in white clothes and snowy silver hair, and a peerless beauty with wide sleeves and flowing celestial beauty, the two looked at each other and smiled Disappear.

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　Chapter 1 has been modified, welcome to taste

　　
　
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