A Dream of Red Mansions: a Continuation of the Original Work in Vernacular

If Cao Xueqin were alive today, how would he write "A Dream of Red Mansions"? I guess he will definitely write that word - love. In Cao Gong's original work, every word is blood and every sentence is tears. But how many people are intimidated by the half-literate and half-white language, and how many people are led astray by Gao E's "Lan Gui Qifang" and miss the core secret: "A Dream of Red Mansions" is actually a novel about true love. Baoyu's love for Daiyu is not the cliché of a talented man and a beautiful woman, but the soul recognizes the soul. Daiyu's love for Baoyu is not the fantasy of a daughter in a boudoir, but a lifetime of tears for a lifetime of love. "When a thousand reds cry, thousands of beauties are equally sad." - What are you crying about? What is sad? This time, I commanded the AI to do one thing: Return Cao Xueqin to Cao Xueqin. I followed the judgments, lantern riddles, flower picks, and tunes of the first eighty chapters - every foreshadowing was realized in the fate of the next forty chapters. Daiyu died in tears, Baochai stayed alone in the empty room, Sister Feng wrapped her body in a straw mat, Baoyu let go of the cliff... There is no placebo of "Lan Gui Qifang", only the ultimate questioning of "The white earth is really clean". What about language? It has been transformed into fluent modern vernacular, and you can walk into the Grand View Garden, listen to them speak, and cry with them just like reading a contemporary novel. You will find that the breakthrough about "love" three hundred years ago has not ended yet. True love is the only way out.