Chapter 24 (7) Strange night talk

It's still the wedding night. According to the customs and etiquette at that time, the bride cannot speak first on this evening.It was Baoyu who saw this and broke the silence: "Sister Bao, why are you so sad and crying tonight?" When Baochai heard the words, she replied, "I'll tell you the reason, I'm afraid you won't believe it." Baoyu said: "When did I not believe what my sister said?" Baochai then said, "For some reason, I only think of Sister Lin, and I feel very sad." Baoyu had no tears all the time, but when he heard this, tears fell like rain. "Why does my sister think of her?"

"Since she left, I haven't missed her every day. You probably don't really understand my heart." Baochai went on to say: "I think that among those of us who have gathered in the garden, only her life is the most miserable. Already!" The dialogue between the two of them on their wedding night was extremely unusual, and it was hard for the world to imagine or believe. Later Baochai said to Baoyu: "You don't have to learn from ordinary people in the world. You are afraid that I will be overwhelmed and I will not be able to make it through; I still understand the truth. You just do your love for Sister Lin and keep your sincerity. Only then will I be happy and happy." I respect you even more. As long as you are willing, from tonight, we will only be a married couple in name, we will not disturb each other, and we will cleanse ourselves for the rest of our lives. Not only did you frame me, but you also lost your true nature."

After Baoyu heard this evening's words, every word and every word was like gold and jade. Only then did Baoyu know that Baochai was the true confidant who understood him best.He stood up and bowed deeply to Sister Bao, respecting her ten times and a hundred times more than before. The two got up, and in their undressed red dresses, they set up a small Xuan Furnace on the desk, burned a stick of incense, and offered a piece of jade and an embroidered pouch that Daiyu had left behind. Xiang bowed silently and prayed.Baoyu knew that Baochai was too tired this day, so she advised her to take off her make-up and rest quickly.He himself, however, opened the inkstone box to the case, adjusted the ink to moisten the pen, pondered intermittently, not knowing what he was writing.

In this way, until the dawn broke. No one in the world would know how their wedding night was spent—tell him, and he wouldn't believe it either.