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

Chapter 42 Only I know the ending of “Dream of Red Mansions”

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42

On the huge manuscript paper.

Only this number is written.

“42.”

Lin Xian turned over the manuscript paper and looked at the light again. There was no invisible text.

It’s true.

There is only this one number.

Cosmological constant-42

“Inexplicable…what is it for such a mystery?”

Lin Xian couldn’t understand the meaning of “42” at all, nor did he understand the use of this cosmological constant.

But instinct told him–

This cosmological constant is perhaps the most important secret in Einstein’s reply.

“Anyway, I don’t need it now, let’s put it away first.”

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Lin Xian burned Einstein’s reply to himself.

Then put these manuscripts in the document bag, and then put it in the backpack.

This thing, even if it is picked up by others, it will only be used as a calculation paper for the secondary and elementary school students…

It’s not too early.

After Lin Xian washes, turns off the lights and sleeps…

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Lin Xian soon fell asleep.

But in the constant temperature room of the Forbidden City Management Office, a group of literary leaders gathered here, frowning…

Anyone here is a national treasure-level hero.

Painters, calligraphers, writers, poets, essayists…

They represent the highest literary level of the contemporary Long Kingdom.

It’s already 2 o’clock in the middle of the night.

But these old men with an average age of 70+ have no sleep at all!

They sighed around the original “Dream of Red Mansions” in front of them.

“There is no ending! Why is there no ending! Just the last poem! This emotion can’t be vented at all!”

“Xiao Wu, ask someone to send some quick-acting heart-relief pills…I saw the last page and stopped abruptly, almost didn’t come up!”

“I didn’t expect to see the last 40 episodes of “A Dream of Red Mansions” before I died! But I didn’t even think that I couldn’t see the last poem before I died! It’s better to let me die sooner!”

“If I can’t see the last poem, I just can’t catch my eyes! Why is this last one missing?”

“I’m so mad at me! This kind of feeling at the end is like when you shit, you can’t pull it out at the last point! It’s uncomfortable!”

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Let these literary world masters speak such vulgar language…

It can be seen how excited their emotions are.

When they are outside, they are immortal, composed, cherish the words like gold, and have extraordinary tolerance.

but now.

But because I couldn’t see the final poem of “A Dream of Red Mansions”, I was as anxious as a monkey.

actually.

This is not to blame them.

There is a famous saying in the Long Kingdom literature circle-

At the end of literature is Hongxue.

As long as it is a person who studies literature, it is impossible to go around “A Dream of Red Mansions” after all.

Because this is the pinnacle of Chinese literature, the double pinnacle of literature and artistry.

If you don’t understand A Dream of Red Mansions, you are not a literati.

If you don’t study the Dream of Red Mansions, you are not a writer!

This group of old men had already stepped into the coffin with half their legs.

When they knew that they would see the last 40 episodes of “A Dream of Red Mansions” in their lifetime, they were so excited!

Most of the night, I never sleep.

They shouted over their powerful children, and must go to the Forbidden City immediately! Can’t persuade me!

But they never expected…

After 40 episodes of such a complete “Dream of Red Mansions”, only the last page of the final poem is missing!

“Hey……………………”

The constant temperature room is full of sighs.

At this time.

A short and thin old man spoke:

“Everyone… there is a word… I don’t know when to say it improperly.”

Immediately, everyone looked at him, and he looked at Liu Yanqing.

Liu Yanqing, President of the Long Guo Hongxue Research Association, and the top adviser of the Palace Museum.

He is the oldest person on the scene.

At the same time, he is also the highest-ranking dean in the Long Kingdom literature circle.

Seeing Liu Yanqing did not speak, the short and thin old man continued:

“I don’t mean to frame that young man… I really don’t mean it, on the contrary I admire him very much! At least I don’t have his noble qualities.”

“That’s why I think…seriously, I also feel a little disrespectful to heroes…”

Wandering around, everyone in the room is annoying!

One after another urged him to let go of the fart, don’t sell it!

When Liu Yanqing heard this, he probably already knew what he was going to say.

He sighed and said slowly:

“There are no outsiders here, just say anything if you want.”

The short and thin old man looked around and said cautiously:

“Then I’ll just say… Let’s just talk about things, don’t blame me everyone.”

“I think… the young man who just served as the honorary curator of the Forbidden City…”

“You must have seen the last page!”

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