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The ancient Xuan paper was handmade. The length of the fibers varied, and the paper was thicker.
It was also for this reason that ancient calligraphy and paintings could be preserved for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Relatively speaking.
Modern paper was made by breaking it into pulp and solidifying it. It would basically shatter after 50 years.
The paper was wrapped in oil paper and dried cow hide, and it was very well preserved.
Even after 300 years.
Other than the yellowing color, the thick paper was not damaged at all.
"The eighty-first chapter…"
Lin Xian was fascinated.
This was the authentic work of the last 40 chapters of the long-lost 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
Lin Xian was the first reader of this masterpiece.
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"So…the development of the matter was like this. It was completely different from what Gao E continued to write.”
"No wonder…I see…"
"There's such a thing…"
The more Lin Xian looked, the more fascinated he became.
He finally understood why only the last 40 chapters of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' were lost in history.
Some of the contents on it…
Some people did not want it to exist.
Lin Xian had planned to go to bed after reading a few chapters, but when he reached the second last page…the sky was already dark, and the day passed just like that.
"Baoyu looked at this place and was moved by the scene. He cried and smiled. It was exactly..."
Whoosh.
Lin Xian flipped to the last page. It was a poem written by Cao Xueqin as the final ending of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
"Dao is the path of life, the more absurd it is, the more tragic it is. Don't laugh at the fools of the world…"
He finished reading the tragic and grand ending of 'Dream of the Red Chamber', accompanied by this miserable and self-deprecating poem.
"Sigh…"
Lin Xian sighed.
"As expected of the most literary and artistic work in history. It's really an undisputed divine work.”
After a long while, Lin Xian prepared to put away the Xuan paper.
" Huh??"
Lin Xian realized
On the last page of Xuan paper, other than the poem, there was a few words of " Thank you letter " written on the remaining half of the paper!!!
Three hundred years later, Mr. Lin.
I kowtow to thank you for your kindness. I will turn into cattle and horses to repay you!
Puff!
Lin Xian's blood pressure increased!
He almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
This Cao Xueqin!
How could he sell himself!
Fortunately, he had read it out of curiosity before handing it over to the country!
"Sigh, people in literature are not as reliable as those in physics.”
In order to protect the " secrets of the future " and ensure the " normal development of history," Einstein didn't even dare to publish some formulas that could change the world.
As for Cao Xueqin, she directly wrote the thank-you letter to the end of the main text!
"You can write on another piece of paper! Is there a need to be so frugal?"
Lin Xian scratched his head.
Perhaps…
This was probably Cao Xueqin's way of expressing her respect for him.
If he wrote his thanks to 'Dream of the Red Chamber', then his name would go down in history along with this work.
But…
Cao Xueqin could not understand.
Once the fact that he could travel through time and space to write letters was exposed, it would definitely not only lead to death.
In fact, this small mailbox was enough to trigger a world war!
"No, I can't let this piece of paper exist.”
Lin Xian took out the last piece of paper and lit it with the hotel's match.
After it was completely burnt, he threw it into the toilet and flushed the ashes away.
Although it was a pity that he couldn't leave behind the ending poem of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
However, for the sake of 100% safety, Lin Xian was unwilling to leave any evidence behind.
" Things that shouldn't appear should stay in the River of Spacetime…"
Lin Xian wrapped the rice paper back into the cowhide and wet oilcloth, closed the small wooden box, ordered takeout, and fell asleep after eating.
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The next day.
After Lin Xian woke up, he had a buffet breakfast at the hotel.
Then, he took the wooden box downstairs. The car was already waiting downstairs.
"Hello, Mr. Lin, XX car driver at your service.”
"Let's go to the Forbidden City."
After Lin Xian got into the car, he sat in the back.
The driver turned left and asked in a friendly manner,
"Mr. Lin, are you going to the Forbidden City for a tour?”
Lin Xian smiled and shook his head."
"No, I'll go find the director. Don't stop at the Tianan Gate. Let's go to the management office on the west side of the Forbidden City.”
The chauffeur nodded and didn't ask further.
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An hour later, the car stopped at the Forbidden City Administration Office.
After Lin Xian got out of the car, he put on a mask and walked into the courtyard.
The receptionist at the front desk was very polite. When she saw Lin Xian coming over, she smiled and stood up to welcome him.
"Hello, sir. How can I help you?”
"I want to hand over the cultural relics. Help me make an appointment with the curator.”
The receptionist was very surprised!
In this day and age, there were too few people who were willing to take the initiative to hand over cultural relics!
Too many people forsaken justice for profit and sold precious cultural relics abroad for money. In order to recover the cultural relics, the relevant institutions had to waste a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources.
The curator had previously instructed that visitors who had handed in cultural relics must be treated with high standards!
Moreover, he must inform him to personally receive him!
"Alright, sir. I'll start practicing now, Director Wu.”
"Sir, let me help you register. What kind of cultural relic do you want to hand over? Can I take a look?"
Lin Xian placed the small wooden box on the table.
The receptionist was about to open it, but Lin Xian pressed the lid down.
He pulled down his mask.
He smiled in a friendly manner.
"I think…let your director do it.”
"If you want to look at this cultural relic, your level…I'm afraid it's not enough.”
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