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MidReal Story
Whispers of Rongguo House
Scenario:如果林黛玉有一个亲生的兄弟姐妹，《红楼梦》会怎么发展？
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Lin Daiyu
central character,relationships with other protagonists,delicate and introspective appearance,intelligent and sensitive personality.
Jia Baoyu
cousin and love interest of Lin Daiyu,relationship with Lin Daiyu and other protagonists,handsome with a gentle demeanor,kindhearted and romantic personality.
Xue Baochai
cousin and friend of Lin Daiyu,relationship with Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu,elegant appearance with a reserved nature.
If I had to describe my life in one word, I’d say ‘boring’.
As in, utterly and completely boring.
I wake up at the same time every day.
I eat the same food for breakfast every day.
And then I go to the same place to do the same thing every day.
My life is a never-ending cycle of sameness.
I used to hate my life.
I used to feel like I was going to lose my mind if I had to do the same thing one more time.
But now, I don’t really feel anything anymore.
I’m numb.
I’ve tried everything I can think of to break out of this cycle and make my life more interesting.
I’ve read all sorts of books, from romance novels to science textbooks.
I’ve tried all sorts of new foods and drinks.
I even learned how to paint and play the piano.
But no matter what I do, nothing seems to make any difference.
I’m still stuck in this monotonous routine.
And I have no idea how to escape it.
I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when my brother suddenly burst into my room.
"Hey, Daiyu! Come quick!"
Lin Zixuan is a year younger than me.
He’s tall and lean, with messy black hair and bright brown eyes.
He’s wearing a white shirt and dark blue pants today, which are a bit dusty from his adventures around the house.
"What is it?"
I ask, sitting up in bed.
"I found a secret passage!"
Zixuan’s eyes are shining with excitement.
He’s always been a bit of a wild child, and his adventures are the only thing that make my life even remotely interesting.
I throw off my covers and follow him out into the hallway.
The air in Rongguo House is thick with dust, and the corridors are dimly lit.
There are old portraits on the walls, faded with time, and the smell of mildew wafts up from the carpets under our feet.
I follow Zixuan through the winding corridors, my heart beating a little faster in my chest.
I haven’t felt this excited in ages.
We stop in front of an old tapestry, which is hanging crookedly on the wall.
Zixuan grabs one end of it and pulls it aside, revealing a small door that I’ve never seen before.
He pushes the door open, revealing a narrow staircase leading downwards.
The air coming up from below is cold and damp, and I can hear the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls.
"Where does it go?"
I ask.
"It looks like it hasn’t been used in ages."
Zixuan shrugs.
"I’m not sure. But I have to know."
