Urban: I Got a Space-Time Mailbox and I Can Write to My Past Self

Chapter 46 It is enough to die in the evening! (800 evaluation votes plus more)

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Lin Xian smiled, stretched out his hand to motion to Liu Yanqing but said it's okay.

Today, these old men give themselves so many calligraphy and paintings, and the auction price is less than 100 million.

Take the hand short, eat the mouth softly.

Liu Yanqing saw Lin Xian's attitude so good, and relaxed for a while, smiled and said:

"Mr. Lin, it's a bit difficult to open your mouth... if you feel embarrassed."

Lin Xian raised his hand:

"Chairman Liu, don't worry."

Liu Yanqing scanned the surroundings and found that everyone was looking forward to opening their mouths with wide-eyed eyes.

Gritted his teeth.

Don't worry about this old face!

So blurted out:

"Mr. Lin! We are here to beg you to give us a poem!"

Give poems?

Lin Xian was also a little confused when he heard it.

What is this?

Do you let yourself have a seven-step poem on the spot like Cao Zhi?

He doesn't have that ability.

"Chairman Liu, it's not that I don't want to give poems, but I also want to have that ability. It's just that I'm so sparse and talented. It's too hard for me if you let me recite poems and make fus."

Seeing that Lin Xian did not "know it", the old gentlemen around were a little panicked and all hinted:

"It's okay! It's okay to chant poems boldly. You have also read the original "Dream of Red Mansions", do you have any impressions?"

"Yes, yes, or just take this opportunity to give us a poem about "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

"We old people, when we get old, our heads don't work anymore. We just want to listen to poems made by young people!"

"You can think about it, that kind of thing is human...under miserable scenes...what poems would the average person chant?"

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Lin Xian almost laughed while covering his mouth!

This group of old immortals!

There are so many silly ideas in my mind!

Can the hints and hints be more obvious?

I almost wrote "Please tell us the poem at the end of "A Dream of Red Mansions"!" on his face.

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Looking at the suitcase full of calligraphy and painting at his feet, Lin Xian realized it completely.

It turns out that these old gentlemen sent calligraphy and painting to flatter themselves, just to know the ending poem of "A Dream of Red Mansions".

I have to say that this trick is very clever.

If they asked directly, Lin Xian would definitely say that he didn't know or hadn't seen it.

He didn't want to recite the charge of destroying cultural relics.

But this group of old gentlemen took a turn and didn't talk about the ending of "A Dream of Red Mansions", but wanted to make themselves compose a poem around "A Dream of Red Mansions".

This is very clear.

Outside this door, no one knows whether this poem was written by Cao Xueqin or Lin Xian.

"Hi........................"

Lin Xian took a deep breath and looked up at these "grandfathers" old people.

One by one, they looked at themselves expectantly and nervously.

It's like the grandfather whose private money in his hometown was discovered by his grandmother.

Respecting the old and loving the young are the traditional virtues of the Dragon Kingdom.

These old grandpas put down their arms and beg for themselves, so please satisfy them.

Lin Xian took a sip of water, stood up, and looked around:

"Well, then I will show my ugliness."

When Lin Xian was willing to give poems, all the old people in a room straightened their backs excitedly!

"Before composing the poem, let me tell you a story."

"This is a former famous master... the story of the fall of the family..."

Lin Xian paced the room, retelling the story of the last episode of "A Dream of Red Mansions" briefly.

Emotionally and vividly, it pulled everyone's thoughts up to 300 years ago in an instant...

Everyone present had a profound study of "Dream of Red Mansions". Under Lin Xian's narration, they all indulged in the sad atmosphere.

"The young man looked at this place, things are not humans, he was touched by the scene, and laughed with tears, Masona—"

"Tao is a road to floating life. The absurdity becomes more pathetic. The same dream originates from the same dream, so let's not laugh at the world's idiot..."

Lin Xian's voice fell.

The old people in the house were all in tears.

They seemed to see the ruined wall.

Saw that short-lived.

I saw that every year is similar and every year is different.

From the same dream...

Don't laugh at the world...

The kind of sweetness that is so greasy of kisses, that kind of luxurious and lost past, is like a dream in the red mansions.

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Lin Xian saw that everyone was in a daze, weeping, and indulged in fantasy, so they didn't bother them.

He quietly pulled up the suitcase and walked out the door...

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