Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

He Shuirong took the invitation letter and glanced at the water stain in the middle. The page felt a little soft. He held it in his hand and fanned it with a gust of wind. He felt a strange smell.

He walked into the exhibition hall.

At the same time, Daiyu had already walked around the exhibition hall for a long time and was actually a little tired.

She found a chair to rest and saw a manuscript of poetry displayed next to it.

Daiyu was a little curious and went forward to take a look:

[It is difficult to hide the essence, the shadow is so beautiful and the soul is so cold. A piece of anvil knocks a thousand miles of white, half a rooster crows at the end of the fifth watch. I hear the flute on the green river in autumn, and the red sleeves lean on the railing at night. If you want to win Chang'e, you should ask yourself, why don't you let us reunite forever? ]

There is an introduction on the side, saying that it is the original manuscript of Xiangling, with a starting price of 89.

The paper has turned yellow due to its age. Observing the material, it is indeed the paper produced in their dynasty. Observing the ink stains and the font, it is the tiny regular script that was popular in that era.

Daiyu looked at it for a few seconds and sighed:

Ling was a diligent and studious girl. In order to learn poetry, she lost her appetite and could not sleep at night.

"This poem was written by Ling, but the manuscript was not written by her."

I think it must be that bastard Baoyu who passed the writings of the girls in the Grand View Garden outside.

Therefore, there are various handwritten copies of fans, handkerchiefs, papers, etc., all of which are marked as the original works of the sisters in the Grand View Garden.

Hearing Daiyu speak like this, it feels like a teacher talking about her students.

Lu Fang looked at her, then at the window, turned on his phone system, called up the expert appraisal, pointed it to Daiyu and said:

"It shouldn't be fake, right? This manuscript has been studied by archaeologists and it has a high degree of overlap with historical materials."

Daiyu smiled and said:

"The dynasty should be correct, but Ling's handwriting is not this kind of small regular script, it's larger than this. Moreover, she came here so early that morning and didn't even have time to eat. She was shaking when holding the pen, so how could her handwriting be so smooth?"

Lu Fang was stunned. Daiyu's narrative tone was as casual as talking about what she had for breakfast. It seemed as if she was not talking about an ancient person, but an old acquaintance.

The information revealed in her words corresponds one by one with the original work and archaeological historical records.

He wrote down everything Daiyu said and sent it to the people in charge of publicity for the exhibition hall to remind them to pay attention.

"It looks like another authentic item is missing, what a shame."

Seeing Lu Fang so serious, Daiyu hurriedly comforted him:

"In fact, the problem is not that big. The focus of archaeology is cultural inheritance, especially poetry, which can express words and ideas, and is not actually a fake."

By the time they had finished touring the exhibition hall, it was already noon.

Daiyu originally wanted to withdraw.

Lu Fang said to her:

"No hurry, there will be an auction of important materials in the afternoon. I will take you to see the highlight of today's auction."

At the end of the exhibition hall, there was a metal door. Lu Fang first opened the first lock with his work badge, and then unlocked it with his palm biometrics.

Entering an independent exhibition hall, he greeted in advance:

"By the way, Daiyu, we can't use our mobile phones to take pictures later, for fear of causing damage to this cultural relic."

Lu Fang had a mysterious look on his face, and the atmosphere became tense. He Zimo opened his big eyes wide, afraid of missing anything.

Unlike other display cabinets, this display cabinet has a locked outer layer of blackout glass, so the items inside cannot be seen at all. In addition, the lighting in the exhibition hall is dim, and the light bulbs have been specially protected.

Lu Fang walked to the front of the display cabinet and used facial recognition to unlock it. The black glass opened automatically, and the inside was also transparent anti-theft white glass.

Although the light is dimmer, the color rendering is sufficient to clearly display the artifacts in the cabinet.

This is a handwritten poem. The paper is yellowed and some of the words are so blurred that they are almost unreadable. The instructions on the side of the cabinet clearly explain the translation:

Ode to White Begonia

Half-rolled Hunan curtains and half-closed doors, rolling ice for soil and jade for basins.

Stealing the pear core is three-point white, and borrowing a ray of soul from the plum blossom.

The immortal in the Moon Cave sews his silk gown, and the resentful girl in autumn wipes away the traces of her cry.

To whom can I tell my shyness in silence? I lean against the west wind wearily as the night turns dark.

When Daiyu saw the poem, she saw familiar handwriting, and her heart skipped a beat.

I have been in this world for a few days, and when I see things from my previous life again, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Seeing Daiyu's expression, Lu Fang thought that this one should be the authentic one. He pointed at the manuscript and said:

"This was discovered by our archaeologists. This is Lin Daiyu's original poem. Unfortunately, the ink she used for this manuscript will fade over time. We have done our best to protect the cultural relics and have made a photocopy to restore it, but the missing words can never be found again."

When Daiyu wrote this poem, she thought of the ink that was tributed from the Western Regions and given to the Jia family by Princess Yuan. It was said that this ink could change color. She wanted to try it out for fun.

Lu Fang found a restored version from under the glass cabinet and handed it to Daiyu:

"Look, this is a manuscript of the poem that was restored by nine archaeologists and thirty Redology researchers. Compared to Lin Daiyu's original manuscript, the details cannot be restored 100%. It can only be used for scientific research in the future. It can be regarded as a small contribution to the protection of Chinese cultural relics."

These words brought Daiyu back from her memories.

Daiyu stroked the restored version in her hand. It was no different from the paper of their era, and it was even specially treated to look old.

If it weren't for the fact that the handwriting was different from her own, she would have thought it was her own manuscript.

"Restoring cultural relics? Do you mean making fakes?"

Lu Fang coughed a few times:

"In layman's terms, you can understand it that way."

Daiyu said half-jokingly:

"How about letting me try playing one?"

It’s not impossible to copy the poems you wrote in your previous life.

After listening to this, Lu Fang nodded. For some reason, Daiyu gave him the feeling that she was a trustworthy person. They walked out of the exhibition hall and headed towards the cultural relics restoration research room.

Daiyu followed Lu Fang in. According to the standards for internal employees, they could move around anywhere in the exhibition hall, but she arrived earlier than the guests.

When He Shuirong entered, he took the VIP channel. The air was filled with the faint smell of pickled cabbage and beef. He held the invitation in his hand.

I thought it should be the same recipe and the same taste.

He stood in front of an emerald hairpin, and an image of a girl wearing a peach wood hairpin appeared in his mind. She had long black hair that flowed down her back. This emerald hairpin should suit her very well.

In order to ensure that VIP guests have priority viewing, the guest passage is double-layered and soundproofed, and the LED screen is double-sided.

In the exhibition hall where guests with ordinary invitations walk into, they can only see photocopies and reproductions of the original works and introductions, while the original works can only be seen when the auction starts.

When Lin Xi entered and saw this magnificent exhibition hall, she almost fainted with happiness.

He took a nine-square grid of the exhibition hall, the crowd and the invitation letter in his hand, and placed Xiao Ran's back in the middle of the grid.