Late at night, Wei Baoyu stretched out his waist and rubbed his tired eyes. Seeing that he had come back from work, his girlfriend came over and looked at the "Dream of the Red Mansions" that he had just started writing on the computer and said: You are not satisfied with the Dream of the Red Mansions. Isn't it okay to have another ending in your heart? Why do you have to write a book so hard? Do you think it's easy to write a book? Wei Baoyu said: I know writing a book is not easy. I'm now thinking about "Dream of the Red Mansions" for some reason. I always think about this all day long. Yesterday, when I decided to start writing, my mood suddenly felt relaxed.