A Dream of Red Mansions

Late at night, Wei Baoyu stretched out his waist and rubbed his tired eyes. Seeing that he had recovered from his work, his girlfriend came over and looked at the real dream of red mansions that had just been written on the computer and said, “if you are not satisfied with the dream of Red Mansions, don’t you have another ending in mind? Why do you have to work so hard to write a book? Do you think it’s easy to write a book? ” Wei Baoyu said: “I know it’s not easy to write a book. Now I don’t know why I’m so interested in a dream of Red Mansions. I always think about it all day. Yesterday, when I decided to start writing, I suddenly relaxed