All the way to this point, it's all easy to do, Zuo Youyou can see it. After she "reads the sentence" - after manually adding punctuation and paragraphs, it is as follows:

"Wednesday, July 22, fine.

School "Dream of Red Mansions" 13 to 15 times.

The grandfather and the others asked the uncle to wait for breakfast for the birthday of the inner son. ”

In the next paragraph, the problem is bigger.

"The Biography of the High Monks", Kumarosh said goodbye to the monks, saying that because of the encounter with the Dharma, he did not do his best to restore the compassion of the future generations, what words did he say about himself, he thought that he was ambiguous and false, and he translated and translated all the more than 300 volumes of scriptures, only ten recitations were not deleted and preserved, and his original purpose must be no mistake, and all the translations and transmissions were passed on to future generations, and he swore an honest oath in front of the public, if the person who preached was infallible, his tongue would not burn after the body was burned, and the tongue of the translator of the present day would not be scorched, how many people were there."

Zuo Youyou looked at the traditional Chinese characters glued together in this big lump, and directly turned into mosquito coil eyes, and he almost couldn't count how many of them were horizontal and vertical.

So, she copied this passage in a separate notebook, preparing to find an opportunity to ask Dr. Xia.

Now.

Since Bai Xinshu asked, she also took the opportunity to take out this passage and ask him for advice.

Bai Xinshu took the transcript, pondered for a moment, and then took out a pencil from his bag and hung the tip of the pen over the paper.

Zuo Youyou couldn't help but glue his eyes to Bai Xinshu's hand.

The fingers of the cypress tree are long and the bones are distinct.

The pencil is the most ordinary Chinese pencil, and the dark green barrel between his fingers makes the complexion cold and white, with a sense of nobility.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly nodded quickly, and then read softly:

"The Biography of the High Monks" Kumarosh said goodbye to the monks and said: Because of the encounter with the law, but not exhausted, the future generations, what to say. He used to interpret the fallacies of the world, and published more than 300 volumes of scriptures. Only ten recitations have not been deleted and complicated, and there will be no mistake in saving its original purpose, and I hope that all the translations will be passed on to future generations. And I swear in truth before the congregation, that if he preaches infallibility, let his tongue not burn after he burns his body. Woohoo, today's translator, how many people have tongues that are not scorched! ”

After reciting, he bowed his head slightly and handed the ordered transcript back to Zuo Youyou.

It's amazing.

Zuo Youyou finally saw the professional strength.

She wants such a dazzling skill!

Bai Xinshu looked at Zuo Youyou's shining eyes, a wave of vanity rose faintly, and the ghost explained simply: "This high monk named Kumarosh is a famous translator of Buddhist scriptures. The meaning of this passage is roughly to say that Kumarosh swore that if there was no mistake in what he had propagated, then after he was cremated, his tongue would not rot at all. According to legend, Kumarosh did have a cremation of his tongue but did not rot it, so the person who wrote the diary lamented that there is no one who works as a translator today who does not rot his tongue. ”

Zuo Youyou thinks about his foreign language level: "If you can see the level of translation, it means that his foreign language is quite good - maybe he can also do it himself." ”

"What year's diary?"

"In 1925." Zuo Youyou checked it.

Chen Wei sat on the side and interjected: "In 1925, the diary writer first proofread Dream of Red Mansions, and then sighed at Kumarosh and the translator, he seems to be a very learned person." ”

Zuo Youyou said casually: "In 1925, the author was still a student studying in Beiping, and he was not very old. ”

Chen Wei said: "Then it is even more worth saying. At that time, young people who could understand foreign languages and Chinese studies should have a very wealthy family. Moreover, I can feel the quality of the translation, which means that this young man has a high level of foreign language proficiency, and may even be like my grandfather, whose parents have a business abroad. ”

Zuo Youyou remembered the rich gossip that Lao Shi told him.

During the Republic of China, the business name of Chen Pingyuan, a Shanghai business tycoon, Wantai, opened branches in the United Kingdom, the United States, Japan, and North Korea.

Zuo Youyou's current focus on the project, Wantaehe, is the branch of Wantae in North Korea. Bai Jiesheng, the manager of Wantaihe, is Chen Pingyuan's brother-in-law.

Old man Daishi is the ninth son of Bai Jiesheng, and he happens to be cousins of the "grandfather" in Chen Wei's mouth.

The elder sister of the old man Daishi also married into the Chen family and became close to each other.

In a sense, Chen Wei and the old man Daishi are far apart......

Zuo Youyou sorted out the character gossip here, and Chen Wei added:

"Judging from the timeline of the diary, this man is about the same age as my grandfather. It's just that although my grandfather has excellent English, his foundation in Chinese studies is mediocre, and he is not enough to learn the Dream of Red Mansions. ”

Bai Xinshu thought of something, took the diary to his side again, and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he gently put it down again.

"What you just said reminds me of Old Man Daishi." Bai Xinshu and Chen Wei said.

Could it be that you are going to be lucky?

Zuo Youyou's heart swayed, and a trace of anticipation rose.

Bai Xinshu looked puzzled, "But the handwriting is wrong, the handwriting of the old man Daishi is completely different from this handwriting." ”

Chen Wei came to a conclusion: "Probably by chance." ”

…… The expectation in Zuo Youyou's heart fell to the bottom.

She shouldn't be imagining that a poor social animal like herself is the heroine of a workplace drama, hey!

Bai Xinshu frowned, but did not speak, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he said to Zuo Youyou seriously: "When you go back, give me this diary to take a closer look." ”

Bai Xinshu's expression was very serious, and the hope in Zuo Youyou's heart flew up again.

"But don't get your hopes up." Bai Xinshu added, "It is almost impossible to be the diary of the old man Daishi. ”

Zuo Youyou's heart fell heavily.

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It may be that the frustration on Zuo Youyou's face is too obvious, Chen Wei comforted her: "Even if he is an unknown person, in that era, he was also a young talent, and it is worth reading." ”

Zuo Youyou was very tired after a day of running, and he unconsciously slipped out of his heart: "It's not famous, and no one will watch it." ”

Chen Wei comforted her: "You can put resources on the digital ancient book APP we are about to develop, our APP has organic traffic, and someone will read it." ”

Zuo Youyou was in good spirits at once.

She sat up with a carp: "What do you mean - do you think this diary can be put on the shelves of our digital ancient book APP in the form of an e-book?" ”

Can this nameless diary be placed with many famous ancient books?

"Of course." Chen Wei said, "It's going to be on it." ”

He looked at Zuo Youyou's eyes shining, and he was embarrassed to tell her that he planned to digitize as many ancient books as possible on the APP, so even if they were on the shelves, it was nothing, and readers might not see it.

Chen Wei didn't want to dampen the young man's enthusiasm for work, so he saw that Zuo Youyou suddenly became radiant as if he had changed someone.

"Then let's talk about it!" Zuo Youyou's eyebrows fluttered, "When the time comes, don't give it to you because this diary is not weighty!" ”