"Cao Xueqin's painstaking work, 28 episodes of postscript to A Dream of Red Mansions, amazed the world. '

The dean shook his head and smiled, there are still such inferior works.

Dean Chen clicked in and looked at the quaint writings.

'A Dream of Red Mansions No.80:...'

Dean Chen was shocked.

This is traditional Chinese.

Which imitator is this? The imitation is so similar, the handwriting, paper, and tone are all the same as Cao Xueqin's.

How can this be?

Dean Chen's doubts were born again at this time, could it be true.

Dean Chen continues to look down...

No.80 second time...

No.80 three times...

No.90 three times...

The more Dean Chen looked at it, the more surprised he was. This turned out to be true. It was very different from the original Gao E's writing. It was definitely written by Cao Xueqin, and it couldn't be wrong.

Dean Chen dialed the phone.

Excited.

"Ma Weidu, guess what I saw?"

"What's the matter? What makes you so excited?"

"I saw Cao Xueqin's notes, not Gao E's continued writing, but Cao Xueqin's notes."

"I see."

"Have you found it?"

"That's for sure. I'm in Kuhai Town. The museum opens today. I'm waiting for someone to send me Cao Xueqin's notes!"

Dean Chen was taken aback.

send over?

"what's going on?"

"If you want to read the original notes, come to Kuhai Town. This place is not worth a national treasure."

Dean Chen hung up the phone.

It seems that I have to go to Bitter Sea Town.

······

Siheyuan.

Huang Xiaochu gave Cao Xueqin's notes to the director.

The director ordered someone to bring these notes back to the museum for exhibition, which is enough to shake the literary world, and countless literati have been looking forward to it for a long time.

Teacher He and the others continued to eat noodles.

Peng Peng became interested: "Dahuang, how are you going to write about the back of Dream of the Red Chamber?"

The big yellow dog said: "I saw the sky flashing with thunder and rays of light, and a figure emerged from the clouds:...

"

What the hell...

Several people were stunned.

Hey, what are you writing nonsense.

The thunder flickered and the rays of the sun shone in all directions.

This has become a fantasy novel.

The production of literary classics has been made like this by you. I don’t know how many people will scold you.

The big yellow dog said again: "Seeing that Jia's mansion is broken, Jia Baoyu yelled, '30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the poor.'"

Several people burst into laughter in an instant.

There was even more laughter in the live broadcast room.

I have been longing to be exposed

Chapter 150

Countless bullet screens.

"Brother Dog, you are really talented. A good classic literature was messed up by you into a fantasy novel."

"What the hell, I laughed so hard, Brother Gou, you are really awesome."

"Damn it, Brother Gou is amazing, his imagination is too rich."

"Jia Baoyu has become Xiao Yan."

"Haha...I'm so fucking peeing from laughing."

So funny.

A Dream of Red Mansions is a literary classic, one of the four great classics. You messed around and changed it into a fantasy novel. If you let others know about it, you won’t be drowned in your saliva.

The big yellow dog said again: "Then, through continuous efforts, Jia Baoyu took Lin Daiyu away, retired to the mountains and forests, got married and had children, what do you think?"

Zifeng smiled: "Not at all, you are very old-fashioned, if Cao Xueqin knows that you have changed like this, he will jump out of the grave to find you."

Yue Xiaopeng said with a smile: "Brother Dog, why don't you change your career to write novels."

"I don't have that thought, I just think that Lin Daiyu can't die, such a beautiful little girl, it's a pity to die."

The big yellow dog said regretfully;

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