Dream of the Red Chamber, Volumes 1-3

Chapter One:

A page full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears. Everyone says the author is crazy, but who understands the taste within?

Gently typing "The End," Moji stared blankly at the screen, lost in thought, until the cigarette butt
burned his fingertip before snapping him back to reality. Was it relief, or loss? No one knew. Four whole years
, three stops and three starts, finally, it's over. He picked up the empty wine bottle beside him. Casually tossing the cigarette butt
into the bottle, he plugged in the printer and started printing. He opened another bottle, listening to the hissing of the printer,
watching page after page of white paper with black text emerge, steaming white vapor…

Over 800,000 words, over 600 pages, holding them in his hands with a heavy feel. Four years… I shouldn't
think about it anymore. It's over, all of this is over. I took out some tape and carefully sealed all the gaps in the doors and windows.
Then I pulled out a lighter and lit the still-warm sheets of paper one by one. The joyful sparks illuminated my face,
so warm. Another sip of wine, also so warm. Let me light another cigarette by the leaping flames.

Page after page burns, page after page fades away. The air is slowly thinning, the fire is gradually weakening, my
breathing feels suffocating, and my consciousness is beginning to blur. The photo next to the monitor, however, seems increasingly clear.
And that smile that has never left my heart. I reach out, wanting to touch that beautiful face again…
In that faraway place, is there a dream of spring?

My head aches… a splitting headache, a burning sensation in my throat, my eyes feel like they're sealed shut. Struggling to
open my eyes, I barely manage a crack before the light is blinding. I try to raise my hand to shield my eyes from the glare
, but my arm feels like it weighs a ton. I tried to make a sound, but only a low
moan escaped my throat. My whole body was weak and sore.

"Second Master! Second Master, you're awake! Qingwen! Mushe! Quickly go tell the Old Madam and Master and Madam that Second Master
is awake! Second Master..." A woman's voice drifted into my ears. I forced myself to open my eyes, and although they were blurry,
I could see that it was a woman... I closed my eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed before I was awakened again by a commotion. I opened my eyes and saw that a group of people had gathered around my bed.
At the head of the group was an old woman with a full head of white hair, dressed elegantly, with a kind face, but tears streaming down her face. When the old woman
saw that I had opened my eyes, she cried, "Yu'er... my flesh and blood... you're finally awake..."

A middle-aged couple next to her were also wiping away tears, and further back, holy crap! So many beautiful women! "
Grandma ? Master? Madam? Lin Daiyu? Baochai? Fengchai? Tanchun? Xichun? You all…" My vision was still
blurry; I could only see faces, young and old, all looking at me eagerly.

"I…" I struggled to sit up, but I had no strength in my limbs. My head felt heavy,
as if filled with cement, and my eyelids were so heavy I could barely open them.

"Baoyu, lie down quickly. Why do you need to get up so soon after waking up! You must take good care of yourself!" Grandma Jia sat on the edge of the bed,
reaching out to stop me from sitting up. She gently stroked my forehead, her voice filled with boundless
affection.

A woman's voice came from outside: "Grandma, Second Mistress has woken up in that room too!"

Hearing this, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Grandma Jia put her hands together and said, "
Amitabha ! It's true that these two children were not destined to die. That monk and the Taoist must be immortals who descended to save these two siblings
. Quickly, you all go and see Fengjie. Don't leave this room full of people making a mess. If you frighten
Yu'er, you'll see who I can forgive!"

With that, she sent everyone away, leaving only Madam Wang, Xiren, and another maid. Grandmother Jia, still stroking my
head, took the handkerchief handed to her by the maid behind her and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, asking, "Who
is ?"

Lady Wang replied, "There are still four maids in the room: Xiren, Qingwen, Sheyue, and Qiuwen. There are six or seven maids working outside."

Grandmother Jia nodded and said, "In that case, let those people stay in the garden. Let Baoyu and
Fengya rest quietly here with me. Only Xiren will stay with Baoyu,
and Ping'er will come to take care of Fengya. Too many people will only make things noisy and hinder her recovery. These days, let the siblings rest quietly. No unrelated people are allowed to enter!
Even the family members should restrain themselves!"

"Yes," Lady Wang nodded in agreement.

Grandmother Jia then turned to Xiren and said, "Good child, I know you are the most considerate. You don't need to
worry about anything else, just focus on taking good care of Baoyu. These days may be tough on you, but you'll be rewarded later."

Xiren quickly knelt down and said, "Grandmother, you flatter me. I am already deeply grateful that you don't mind my clumsiness.
Besides, serving the Second Master is my duty. I don't want any reward, I will do my best..."

Grandmother Jia raised her hand and helped Xiren up, saying, "Get up quickly, good child, I know you.
Just stay here and serve him well. If he needs anything, just ask your sister Yuanyang." "Sister." After saying that, she turned to the maid behind her
and said , "Yuanyang, what I said earlier about not letting outsiders disturb their rest doesn't count as your responsibility. You have to come
and check on them every day. If anything is missing or inadequate, I'll only question the two of you!"

Yuanyang chuckled and said, "Grandma, you can rest assured. Not only do I have to come every day, but I reckon you
will too. Grandma is naturally more thorough than we are."

I lay on the bed feeling like a prop, still immersed in endless body and head pain and utter confusion
, unable to extricate myself, and too lazy to care what they were saying. Fengjie should have woken up and be alright.
Grandma Jia took Lady Wang to check on her in the next room. Presumably, Fengjie was hungry, because soon someone brought
rice porridge. I had also been feeling very hungry for a while. Xiren put two cushions on my back, making me sit comfortably
, and fed me a bowl of rice porridge spoonful by spoonful like a child, before I felt a little better.
Just as I was about to drink another bowl, Xiren said softly, "Second Master, you've just woken up and have been lying in bed all day. Just one bowl is enough;
be careful not to overeat and get sick from indigestion."

Although I wasn't full, my stomach was a little full, so I had no choice but to give up. Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang came in again to check on me
and were relieved to see that I had drunk a bowl of rice porridge. Lady Wang said, "Grandmother, you've been
so worried about these two young ones these past few days. Now that they're both alright, you should go back to your room and rest."

Grandmother Jia nodded, "I'm really a little tired too. You should go back to your room and rest as well. Just let Baoyu and
Fengjie rest quietly." Saying this, she stood up and gave Xiren and Ping'er some more instructions before Lady Wang and Yuanyang...
They were helped out.

Yes, everyone, you read that right. Moji, a failed suicide attempt by burning charcoal, a
once-promising young man of the 21st century, a seasoned, unsuccessful, and nerdy man in his thirties, successfully traveled back to
the Qing Dynasty three hundred years ago, to the Grand View Garden, and into the body of Jia Baoyu!

Completely bewildered! Utterly bewildered. Now that everyone's finally gone, I need to sort this out! Damn it,
if I'd known this would happen to me, I should have read more time-travel novels! A young man's wasted youth is a wasted
old I have a deep understanding of *Dream of the Red Chamber*! Let me think: First, the current
situation should be that Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng are both recovering from a serious illness, hmm, this is from Chapter 25, "The Nightmare of the Siblings
Encounters Five Ghosts, Dream of the Red Chamber's Spiritual Encounters Two True Ones." What happened in the first twenty-four chapters? According to the original text, Lin Daiyu and
Xue Baochai had already arrived, and Qin Keqing was already dead… What a pity, my Qingqing! Damn, the most
beautiful hairpin, my favorite in my spring dreams, looks like I'll never have the chance... *cough cough*, I'm getting carried away, let's get back to the point! Yuan
Chun should be a concubine now, the Grand View Garden is finished, Jia Baoyu and his sisters should have moved in,
right? Granny Liu has even been to the Grand View Garden... The Jia family is currently in dire financial straits, but it should
still be at its peak. In a few more years, it should go bankrupt.

Holy crap, that means I can still have a few more good days, great! Good days! My sisters
in , once I get to know you all, I'll stay by your side... *pui pui pui pui*, what am I thinking now?
Wait, that's not right! Only a few good days! I finally got born as a second-generation official and a second-generation rich kid, and only a
few years? And then I watch my girls die or scatter? And then I have to become a monk? No, no.
What is the ending of the original Dream of the Red Chamber? Oh my god, wasn't my biggest dream in my past life to see
the true ending of this legendary, unfinished novel, *Dream of the Red Chamber*?! I'm going to find Cao Xueqin right now…

"Second Master… Baoyu?"

Still no, isn't Cao Xueqin Jia Baoyu? And isn't Jia Baoyu me now? Does that
mean I wrote *Dream of the Red Chamber*? Should I write an ending for myself? Cao Xueqin wrote this book during the Qianlong era, so
what year is it now?

"Baoyu?" Xiren gently nudged my shoulder, pulling me back from my turbulent thoughts.

"Ah? What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Baoyu, how are you?" Xiren looked at me with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little listless. What's wrong?" I looked at Xiren closely for the first time. Beautiful!
How was she described in the original *Dream of the Red Chamber*? Long face, tall and slender figure. There wasn't much
description was quite different from the one portrayed in the TV series. Her face was indeed long and slender, with delicate features and
light makeup. She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and her skin was fair and tender. Damn, no wonder everyone wants to get promoted and make a fortune; it's been like this
since ancient times. Look how pretty the maids in wealthy families are, let alone the young ladies...

"Nothing much, it's just that you've been staring at me with those worried and laughing expressions. I'm afraid you're about to have
another episode. If you keep..." Xi Ren couldn't finish her sentence, and her eyes reddened.

"Hehe, no, no, I..." What could I say? I couldn't exactly say that her master had already died, and that I
was a nobody, that I came from the Great Celestial Empire three hundred years in the future, that I deeply love Dream of the Red Chamber, and that I love the sisters in the Grand View Garden even more
, and that I want to have sex with you right now, could I? I raised my hand to wipe her tears: "I'm really fine, don't cry,
you've ruined your makeup."

Xi Ren wiped her eyes and turned to pour tea.

"Sister, what year is it this year?" I asked casually.

"Xinhai? Are you really confused?" Xiren blew on the tea and held it to my lips.

I took a sip to cover my embarrassment—damn, what year is Xinhai? I know absolutely nothing about these
Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches! All I know is the Xinhai Revolution! Wait! The Xinhai Revolution, that should be
1911, which seems to be a 60-year cycle, right? 1911 minus 60, that's 1851,
the Opium War was over, minus another 60, that's 1791, what major event happened then? Damn, I have no idea!
Let me think about it another way, the Qing Dynasty lasted less than 300 years, so now it should be Kangxi, Yongzheng, or Qianlong? That should be
1731!

"So now it's...1731?" I sincerely admire my own intelligence!

"What?" Xiren seemed not to understand.

"Ah...it's nothing, I was asking what time it is now...Yongzheng..." I really wanted to slap myself. What kind of
intelligence is that? How did people back then know about the Gregorian calendar?

"The ninth year of Yongzheng. Baoyu, are you really stupid...No, I have to go back to Grandmother!"

Stop it, sister! If you start yelling like this, a whole bunch of people will come and start talking back and forth, and I'll be exposed
! Just look at how much Grandmother Jia dotes on Jia Baoyu. If she knew that her precious grandson had died and the one lying
here was an imposter, wouldn't I be in big trouble?

So I quickly grabbed Xiren's sleeve and said, "Good sister, I just woke up and my mind is a little confused
. There are some things I really can't remember, but it's okay. Grandmother and Master and Madam have been tired for several days and just went out.
Why do you have to scare them now? Maybe I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. Good sister, don't say anything yet, so
they won't worry."

I have to keep this little girl calm for now and take it one day at a time. Damn, I really should read more time-travel novels.
Now I'm completely clueless. I wonder how those protagonists manage to fool everyone? But I'm also secretly
glad I like reading *Dream of the Red Chamber* and even wrote a *Dream of the Red Chamber Erotic Dream*, otherwise
I'd be exposed every time I spoke. At least this way I can manage a few lines that are neither ancient nor modern. And I can even call her "good sister" without blushing
. I'm actually a little impressed with myself.

"This..." Xiren hesitated, then looked at me and said, "That makes sense, but Baoyu,
if you feel unwell or anything is wrong, you have to tell me. You can't hide it from me. The old lady said
I should take good care of you. If anything goes wrong, I..."

I quickly nodded in agreement, but afraid she would still hold a grudge, I tried to distract her by saying, "Good
sister , I need to wash my hands. Can you help me up..."

"Don't move. It's warm under the covers. Getting up will make you cold." Xiren said, turning and leaving. Holy crap.
Was I supposed to relieve myself indoors? Thank goodness it was just urination; what if I needed to defecate?
What would that smell like after defecating in this fragrant room…? Just as I was lost in thought, Xiren came in carrying a chamber pot.
It was similar in shape to the ones I'd seen in the hospital, except the ones there were white plastic, and this one was porcelain, with patterns—blue-and
-white porcelain! It made me sigh again, money talks! If this thing could survive into
the prosperous 21st century, it would be worth at least a house… No, it depends on the location. In Beijing,
forget about it; it'd probably only be worth a few square meters of toilet space. In a third-tier city, it might be enough to buy a house…

By this time, Xiren had already put down the chamber pot, lifted the covers, and started pulling down my pants. I was startled, but
then I realized that this practiced movement wasn't a first time. Jia Baoyu was, after all, a spoiled
brat, incapable of lifting a slouch or carrying a basket, completely ignorant of basic human needs. Since he was already here, he
might as well make the best of it; otherwise, suspicion would arise again.

Xiren pulled my trousers down below my knees, placed the chamber pot between my legs, and then I felt a smooth little
hand grasp my penis. And then, shamefully, I got hard…

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