His beard was white, his face was round, he was over ninety years old, and although he was slow to move, his eyes were still sharp, and his voice was agitated: "Those robbers have robbed us of our things, and they want to return them!" ”

Zuo Youyou looked at the old man in front of him, thinking of the gossip that Dr. Xia and Lao Shi had quietly revealed to him.

If you are so angry, you must be ......

"Xia Lao." Bai Xinshu hurriedly stood up to greet him, "Why don't you let the juniors go out to greet you." ”

"Don't care about these vain!" Xia Lao waved his hand casually, sat on the sofa, and said in a loud voice, "China's Xinling is about to be auctioned off by British robbers, what else do I have to pay attention to these red tapes!" ”

Xia Lao smashed his fist on the table, and when he saw the "He Tao Poems" in Zuo Youyou's hand, he immediately remembered some bad memories, and his face turned red with anger: "Several copies of "He Tao Poems" were snatched by France during the war, and China went to ask for them, but the French refused to return them, saying that the French "Museum Law" stipulates that the cultural relics in the collection cannot be transferred!" ”

The tall middle-aged man on the side was busy smiling and comforting Xia Lao: "Xia Lao, dissipate your anger, those few ancient books lost in France have been recovered, so don't scold the French anymore - if you want to scold, you can scold the British." ”

Bai Xinshu asked the middle-aged man: "Wang Li, how did you get back the ancient books in France?"

Wang Li, a member of the working group for the investigation of cultural relics lost overseas, sighed when he heard this, with an unbearable expression on his face: "The two countries are arguing, oh no, it's 'consultation', we provide evidence to prove that these ancient books were stolen from our country and lost, and then China and France jointly set up an expert team to continue to investigate the source on the spot, and then negotiate, negotiate, negotiate, negotiate ......"

Xia Lao sneered: "It's just, the French moved out of that ghost law, saying that the cultural relics in the museum collection cannot be transferred." ”

Wang Li showed a mysterious smile: "The Chinese have the Chinese's methods. We respected their laws, we found the private owner of the ancient books, did the other party's work, directly revoked the donation to the National Museum of France, so that the ancient books were withdrawn from the state-owned collection, and then asked France to return the ancient books to China. ”

Zuo Youyou laughed out loud, and after being kicked hard by Jian Xingzhou, he tried to hold his face.

Bai Xinshu smiled slightly and pushed the tea over: "Beautiful, skillfully 'respected' the other party's law." ”

Wang Li took the tea, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The attitude is pragmatic and the way is flexible!" In the spirit of compromise and win-win, find a mutually acceptable solution. ”

is worthy of being a cultural person, Zuo Youyou heard a high concentration of yin and yang with Chinese characteristics from these words, but without dirty words.

Several people laughed for a while, and Bai Xinshu asked tentatively, "If the lost cultural relics in France can be 'negotiated' to be recovered, then can Xin Lingyi be 'negotiated' to recover in the same way?" After all, it was a stolen artifact. ”

"Here's the problem." Wang Li said, "At that time, when we were recovering He Tao Shi, we had evidence to prove that He Tao Shi was stolen by France. Now the British are the first to prove that the letter is not the proceeds of theft and does not belong to the lost cultural relics. ”

Zuo Youyou listened to Wang Li's introduction to the situation, and slowly sorted out the whole picture: Xinling Ling is the collection of the old man Daishi. The British proposed that Xinlingyu was sold to the Japanese at a high price by the old man Daishi in exchange for economic benefits, which was not theft, but a legitimate transaction. After the letter was in the hands of the Japanese, it was transferred to England and later collected by the Dupong family. Therefore, Xinling does not belong to the category of "lost cultural relics", and now the Dupeng family has put it up for auction, and there is no problem.

Wang Li sighed: "The British provided a letter from the Japanese, which proves that Japan has indeed actively contacted the old man Daishi, hoping to buy the letter at a high price. ”

Bai Xinshu said lightly: "It's just to buy letters, and there is no key evidence." According to their reasoning, if I write a letter to the President of the United States saying that I want to buy his White House, does that prove that the White House belongs to me? ”

"How could Daishi sell cultural relics to the Japanese!" Xia Lao became excited again, "Dai Shi's temperament is stinky and hard, it must be a devil stealing!" Xinling is a wrong gold and bronze vessel, which is the best of the bronze book, and everyone knows that its value is immeasurable! ”

Zuo Youyou sat on the side, and he didn't believe that the old man Daishi would sell the cultural relics to the Japanese.

Her understanding was more direct - the old man Daishi was the son of Wan Tai and Bai Jiesheng. Wantaihe has a lot of money, she has intuitively felt it, the old man of Daishi is not short of money at all, how can he sell cultural relics for money?

Wang Lidao: "Yes, I believe in the character of the old man Daishi, and we also know that those robbers covet the value of Xinling, but we need to prove that Xinlingyi is a lost cultural relic, so we must provide evidence that Xinlingyi was snatched by the Japanese, we have no evidence!" ”

"How can there be no evidence! Old Man Daishi's letter ...... "Old Xia suddenly stopped.

"Between '66 and '76, they burned. ”

Xia Lao was silent for some reason, and Wang Li couldn't help but ask: "All?" ”

"All."

Xia Lao coughed heavily, and Wang Li suddenly realized: "...... I'm sorry. I forgot how Brother Zhonghua died. ”

Bai Xinshu whispered, "It was just an accident. ”

Several people were silent.

Xia Lao's chest continued to rise and fall with anger, and finally leaned back on the sofa in a dejected manner: "Do too much wrong!" It's not good not to do it! Dai Shi, Dai Shi, have you ever regretted that you are committed to protecting Chinese cultural relics, but you have been misunderstood all your life! ”

Zuo Youyou and Jian Xingzhou exchanged secrets with their eyes, and tacitly guessed seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

According to what they said, it should have been during that ten-year catastrophe that the old man Daishi burned all his letters. In that catastrophe, Bai Zhonghua also lost his life unexpectedly.

Zuo Youyou remembered Lao Shi's flickering words: "In 1958, the person in charge was still Bai Zhonghua, and he ...... Later he was not in good health. ”

It turned out that because of the catastrophe of the times, the talent withered, and the revision work was stagnant for decades, until 1990, when Bai Zhonghua's son Bai Songxi was restarted.

Zuo Youyou quickly sorted it out in his heart: Bai Songxi is the former director of the Ancient Books Center, the son of Bai Zhonghua, the leader of the ancient books team, Bai Zhonghua is the son of Bai Dayin, the old man of Daishi, and the old man of Daishi is the son of Wan Taihe Bai Jiesheng.

The old man Bai Xin Shu is also surnamed Bai, and judging from his age, he may be the brother of Bai Songxi.

After all, are you looking for an opportunity to visit the old man Bai Xinshu?

Zuo Youyou was thinking nonsense, and the library room was quiet, only the sound of boiling water.

Bai Xin Shu raised his hand to add tea to Xia Lao.

Xia Lao saw that there was only mineral water in the cup in front of Bai Xinshu, and he was not polite, and asked directly:

"Xiaobai, are you still taboo?"

Bai Xinshu's hand paused: "Yes." You also need to pay attention to your diet, you can't get hair on it, and you can't drink tea. ”

"Thanks to your life." Wang Li said, "At that time, you were infected like that, and you actually carried it alive. Teacher Bai's lover also got a fungal infection because of dealing with ancient books back then, and he went. ”

Zuo Youyou pricked up his ears: What taboo? What infection?

Bai Xinshu lifted his trousers to show Xia Lao, and there was a hideous scar on his calf: "It's already healed, just pay attention to it every day." ”

It turned out that last year, in a cave on the border of Yunnan, a box of ancient books hidden during the Anti-Japanese War was found, and Bai Xinshu led the team to sort it out. In the process of tidying up, he was accidentally smashed in the leg, resulting in a fungal infection wound and almost died in Yunnan.

Zuo Youyou blushed.

It turns out that this is why I only drink mineral water......

No wonder he only drinks mineral water, and keeps telling himself to take precautions when he goes to the warehouse. Zuo Youyou thought. This person will care about others, but he will always keep silent about his own suffering.

Sure enough, they are poor and noble intellectuals!

Zuo Youyou looked at the Bai Xin tree, and the reverence in his eyes deepened again!