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Lin Xian smiled and reached out his hand to signal Liu Yanqing to speak.
These old men had given him so many paintings today. The auction price was at least 100 million.
The hand that takes is short, the mouth that eats is soft.
Seeing Lin Xian's good attitude, Liu Yanqing relaxed and said with a smile,"
"Mr. Lin, it's a little difficult to say this.”
Lin Xian raised his hand."
"President Liu, don't worry.”
Liu Yanqing glanced around and found that everyone's eyes were wide open, waiting for him to open his mouth.
He gritted his teeth.
He didn't want his old face!
Hence, he blurted out,
"Mister Lin! We came here today to ask you to give us a poem!”
Bestowing poems?
Lin Xian was a little stunned when he heard that.
What was going on?
Was he going to perform a seven-step poem on the spot like Cao Zhi?
He did not have that ability.
"President Liu, it's not that I don't want to bestow poems, but I also want to have that ability. It's just that I'm not very knowledgeable and talented. It's really too difficult for me to recite poems and compose Fu.”
Seeing that Lin Xian didn't 'get it', the surrounding old men panicked and hinted,"
"It's fine, it's fine! Just recite poems boldly. You've also read the authentic work of 'Dream of the Red Chamber', do you have any thoughts about it?”
"Right, right, right. Why don't you use this opportunity to bestow us a poem related to 'Dream of the Red Chamber'?”
"We old people are old and our brains are useless. We just want to listen to the poems written by young people!”
"Think about it. What kind of poem would an ordinary person recite in that miserable scene?”
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Lin Xian covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud!
This bunch of old farts!
There were so many bad ideas in his brain!
Could this hint be any more obvious?
He was just short of saying," Please tell us the ending poem of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'!”It was written on his face.
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Looking at the suitcase full of calligraphy and paintings by his feet, Lin Xian was completely enlightened.
It turned out that these old masters had sent calligraphy and paintings to curry favor with him because they wanted to know the ending poem of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
It had to be said that this move was very smart.
If they asked directly, Lin Xian would definitely say that he did not know and had never seen him before.
He did not want to be charged with destroying cultural relics.
However, this group of old men took a detour and did not mention the ending of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Instead, they wanted him to compose a poem around' Dream of the Red Chamber'.
This was brilliant.
After leaving this door, no one knew if this poem was written by Cao Xueqin or by Lin Xian.
"Hi!"
Lin Xian let out a long breath and looked up at these 'grandfathers'.
They all looked at him with anticipation and nervousness.
He was just like his grandfather who had his secret stash discovered by his grandmother in his hometown.
Respecting the old and loving the young was the traditional virtue of the Dragon Country.
Since these old grandpas had put down their airs and begged him, he would satisfy them.
Lin Xian took a sip of water, stood up, and looked around."
"Alright, then I'll embarrass myself."
Upon hearing that Lin Xian was willing to bestow a poem, the elders in the room straightened their backs excitedly!
"Before I compose the poem, let me tell everyone a story.”
"This is the story of a once famous young master after his family fell."
Lin Xian paced back and forth in the room, briefly retelling the story of the last chapter of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
It was so vivid that it instantly pulled everyone's thoughts back to 300 years ago.
Everyone present had a deep understanding of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'. Under Lin Xian's narration, they were all immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere.
" That young master looked at this place. Things were the same, but people had changed. He was moved by the scene and smiled with tears in his eyes. That's why-"
"Dao is the path of life, the more absurd it is, the more tragic it is. From the same dream, don't laugh at the world's fools."
Lin Xian finished his sentence.
All the elders in the room were in tears.
They seemed to see the ruins.
He saw the flash in the pan.
He saw that the flowers were similar year after year, but the people were different year after year.
From the same dream
Don't laugh at the world's fools
That kind of cloying sweetness, that kind of luxurious and lost past, it was like a dream in the Red Chamber.
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Lin Xian saw that everyone was in a daze, crying and indulging in their fantasies, so he did not disturb them.
He quietly pulled up his suitcase and walked out of the door.
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Among all the elders, Liu Yanqing cried the most.
When he heard the words " Don't laugh at the world's fools ", he couldn't help but cry.
To him,'Dream of the Red Chamber' was his life!
He had spent his entire life studying this book.
He could empathize with every character in it. For countless nights, he felt like he was living in that world of love!
The old man's tears dripped down.
Now, he was 92 years old.
Life was like a dream!
In this lifetime, he would be able to see the complete ending of 'Dream of the Red Chamber', and hear Cao Xueqin's poem that expressed the helplessness of the human world.
It was really worth it!
Liu Yanqing cupped his hands in front of him.
He bowed deeply in the direction where Lin Xian had left,"
"If you hear the Dao in the morning, it's enough to die in the evening!"
I didn't get up for a long time.
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Five days later.
The famous Redologist Liu Yanqing passed away at home. He walked in a deep sleep without any pain.
In the morning, when his family found out that he had passed away.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
It was as if…
Still in that beautiful dream
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