148 Late Shaohua

In the twenty-seventh year of Qianlong (1762), Xishan in the suburbs of Beijing, Huangye Village.

Cao Zhan sat in a dilapidated room with wind leaking everywhere and rain in all directions, motionless, letting the suppressed crying sound come from next door.

The manuscript was stolen and the young son died of smallpox.

All the hard work and hard work have come to naught, what is the meaning of life?

But at this time, he was actually rated as one of the "Top Ten Literati" by the broadcaster, is there anything more ironic in the world?

The manuscript is gone, what else can I use to leave my name in history?

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young man in his twenties walked in, followed by the cold wind outside.

"Why doesn't the gentleman hold the lamp and burn the kang? But there is no lamp oil and charcoal at home? I still have some at home, so I'll send some to my husband when I turn around. ”

The young man asked as he shook his shabby coat.

"It's Duncheng." Cao Zhan nodded slightly, as if he said hello, "Although you claim to be a clan, your life is also miserable, and you are ......."

Cao Zhan sighed and stopped talking.

Duncheng heard the crying next door, and asked in amazement: "But the world brother is not cured......

Seeing Cao Zhan nodding again, Duncheng hurriedly surrendered his hand: "It's my rudeness, wait for me to go to the memorial and talk to Mr." ”

Cao Zhan shook his head: "I heard that several people in your house also died of smallpox, and I haven't gone to mourn yet, so don't be busy when you're young." ”

Thinking of the epidemic, Duncheng also looked sad, but in a blink of an eye, he was overjoyed: "The student is not talented, and I have not congratulated Mr. on being among the top ten literati in China, please forgive me." Here, the students congratulate Mr. Hexi! ”

Cao Zhan still looks like that: "What is there to congratulate, it's just a false name." In the country, at home, and in this ......" he pointed to the next door: "What's the point?" ”

Useless is a scholar.

No matter how good you are and what you think, what about the top ten literati?

Or will you starve and freeze, be poor and sick, and die of misfortune?

Duncheng was ashamed and embarrassed: "It's the students who are useless!" ”

Cao Zhan waved his hand: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you!" It's the way of the world, it's the injustice of the world! Moreover, I won't hide it from you, my manuscript is gone. ”

"What? Gone? ”

Duncheng suddenly jumped to his feet: "How can it be gone?" How could it be gone? The manuscripts are gone, how can my husband's books be handed down? Handed...... Yes, Mr.'s book is still paid after all, otherwise how would the broadcaster know, and how did so many readers get it? ”

"That's right!"

Cao Zhan Gujing Wubo's eyes suddenly emitted light, but then it dimmed: "Fu Zi is Fu Zi, but it has been changed beyond recognition, that ending is not what I want!" ”

After all, it is related to himself, and Cao Zhan also watched the video carefully.

Obviously, although the anchor did not hesitate to praise "Dream of Red Mansions", he was a little embarrassed to praise him, but the anchor clearly said that he would continue to write for others in the last forty times.

Although the writing of the sequel writer is acceptable, and it does not exactly belong to the dog's tail continuation mink, but, what the hell is it to give Baoyu a red robe and a royal seal "love monk"?

What the hell is Lan Gui Qifang?

If there is no promotion and ghost by those who have a heart, what if the ghost believes it?

So, now that the broadcaster has commented on me, is there a chance to change something?

The child is gone, do you still want to take away another "child" of mine?

Thinking of this, Cao Zhan looked at the sky eagerly: "Take a look!" I'd like to see if there's any place for people to survive in this Lang Lang Qiankun! ”

The canopy lit up immediately, and Ye Hao began to conclude.

[Some people say that with the talent of the author, he must have been a very famous literati at that time, but Cao Xueqin does not meet this condition. Moreover, Dun Cheng and Dun Min did not explicitly say that he wrote "Dream of Red Mansions". 】

[Speaking of which, I don't understand. 】

["Dream of Red Mansions" is an idle book - compared to the Four Books and Five Classics, is it still necessary to publicize it with gongs and drums and firecrackers? 】

[Moreover, according to Cao Xueqin's thinking, if you continue to write, you will inevitably send the four major families to the grave along with that decadent and declining era. Does he dare to say publicly, Your Majesty, I wrote a requiem song for you to the Qing Dynasty, do you want to see it? 】

[Unless Cao Xueqin wants to GG with the whole family, she won't dare to do this anyway! ] 】

[Watching "Dream of Red Mansions", it is exactly the same as Cao Xueqin's life experience, which is indisputable! ] 】

[He perceives life with the sensitivity of a poet, focuses on expressing his own life experience, and consciously creates a poetic artistic conception, so that the works are graceful and subtle, which is so vivid and unattainable! 】

[He did not condescendingly adjudicate life, open a moral court, and make a righteous and strict judgment on personnel, but wrote about the tremor of the characters' hearts, the incomprehensible psychology, and the inescapable bitterness and coldness of life, such as the taste of life. 】

[There is Cao Xueqin in the world, and there is "Dream of Red Mansions" in the world, which is really a great blessing for my country! ] 】

[His status and achievements in the history of world literature are not inferior to those of Shakespeare, Goethe, Balzac, Pushkin, and Tolstoy!] 】

["Dream of Red Mansions" has almost reached the pinnacle of ancient Chinese literature, both in terms of ideology and literature! 】

[The only fly in the ointment is that the language of "Dream of Red Mansions" is too elegant, the scenes are too grand, the relationship between the characters is too complex, and the knowledge content is too rich, which greatly increases the difficulty of reading and affects the spread of "Dream of Red Mansions". 】

[After all, no one likes to look up a dictionary while reading a book, and they don't like to read it a few times and still look in a circle, right? ] 】

Inventory of the top ten literati in China, the eighth place:

Character: Cao Zhan

Alias: Cao Xueqin

Character: ★★★

Ideology: ★★★★ ☆

Literary: ★★★★

Circulation: ★★★

Reason for listing:

With personal joys and sorrows, compose the swan song of ancient literature; Use the pen of the literati to play the song of the death of the feudal dynasty!

As soon as Ye Hao's video ended here, the platform came to a seamless connection: "Recommended by the broadcaster Ye Hao and recognized by the platform certification alliance, Cao Xueqin is confirmed to be the eighth of the top ten literati in China!" ”

"A reward!"

"Thirty years of life!"

"Reward Cao Zhan's son for fifty years!"

"Reward Cao Zhan for his courage and a three-star laurel to help him complete the whole book of "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

…… ……

The poor in the downtown no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

When the light curtain fell, just when Cao Xueqin won the laurel and the young son was rejuvenated and burst out with great enthusiasm for creation, a team of people suddenly came outside the door.

The leader was dressed in palace clothes, but it was a eunuch: "Mr. Xueqin is overjoyed, Mr. Xueqin is overjoyed!" ”

Duncheng hurriedly saluted: "Dare to ask which noble person in the palace sent it?" What's the matter with Mr.? ”

The eunuch laughed: "The emperor is very pleased to hear that Mr. Xueqin has received a reward from heaven. The special slave maid came to pick up Mr. into the palace for an audience, and there will be a great reward in the near future! ”

Reward?

Cao Xueqin smiled and smiled bitterly.

He'd had been rich, and he'd tried to regain it when he lost it, but now, did he care about that?

Moreover, he understood, this reward was not so easy to obtain.

If you don't say so, you have to change the end of the manuscript to be more in line with the emperor's desire.

Cao Zhan splashed ink and copied an old poem: "Kindness in the mirror, even more fame in dreams!" That Mei Shaohua went to He Xun! Then rest to embroider the tent. Only this crown of beads and a phoenix jacket can't withstand impermanence.

"Although it is true, life is not to be old and poor, and it is also necessary to accumulate children and grandchildren. Wearing a hairpin on his head, he hung a gold seal on his bright chest; Wei Hehe Jue Lu Gordon, miserable and miserable Huangquan Road is near! Q: Can the ancient generals still exist? It's just a false name and admiration for future generations. ”

The eunuch asked, "What's the name of this song?" ”

"Late Shaohua."