I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 125 124. Two ancient poems in succession, who has ever seen such a person?
Devil!

Qin Hanming, Qin Xuerong, and Li Hui all watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast in Baomo store early in the morning. Based on their understanding of Jiang Chen, they also guessed that Jiang Chen might write a work at the time of his farewell today.

Qin Xuerong even took half a day off today just to avoid missing Jiang Chen's live broadcast in the morning.

Looking at the three words "Meeting Again" written by Jiang Chen, Qin Xuerong felt a little sad, and remembered the song "Yu Lin Ling" that Jiang Chen wrote when he parted with her. It was also a representative work of Jiang Chen, comparable to a masterpiece handed down through the ages.

"Perhaps, I am not that special in his heart."

Qin Xuerong thought darkly in his heart.

However, she gradually felt relieved afterwards.

Since ancient times, among all the great writers and talents, who was not a casual and romantic person throughout his life?
It’s just that when this happened to her, Qin Xuerong felt a little uncomfortable.

but.

She also thought about how Jiang Chen had rejected the advances of Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, and Yan Ruyu, so he probably didn't have any special feelings towards them, just a simple sadness of parting.

I just saw the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen picked up the brush and quickly continued writing on the white paper.

As the president of the calligraphy association, Li Hui's eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, "Sure enough, Jiang Chen's calligraphy has improved a bit compared to yesterday. The words are full of natural charm and are completely natural. He has incredible talent. If he continues to improve at this rate, he will probably catch up with the calligraphy master Wang Youjun within a year."

"I just don't know where the limit of his talent is. I thought the Chinese calligraphy tradition was about to be cut off, but I didn't expect that there would be a Jiang Chen who could be comparable to Wang Youjun!"

Li Hui looked at Jiang Chen with complicated eyes.

Qin Hanming nodded, looking at the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone that Jiang Chen used, which were taken from him. He felt a sense of honor in his heart - Jiang Chen's current level and strength in calligraphy were also contributed by him.

The few of them stopped talking and looked carefully at the words Jiang Chen had written.

……

At the scene, everyone remained quiet, gathered around, and stared at Jiang Chen's pen.

One word after another appeared under Jiang Chen's pen.

"I go up to the west tower alone without saying a word. The moon is like a hook. The lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard locks the autumn."

"It is the sorrow of separation that cannot be cut off or sorted out. It leaves a different feeling in my heart."

Finished!

Everyone who saw the sadness between the lines felt an urge to cry.

This is the charm of master calligraphy. Words can convey what is in his mind and his emotional state at the time. That is why many people say that the representative works of master calligraphy are the embodiment of the master's own life. This is the reason.

Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen and others all had envy in their eyes. This kind of free and easy calligraphy by a master was truly what they had always dreamed of.

of course……

They didn't envy Jiang Chen's talent for writing, because it was something they couldn't envy. But they were calligraphers, so they envied Jiang Chen's calligraphy to motivate themselves, and there was still a chance of catching up in the future.

However, as for works like "Prime Minister Meets Huan" and many previous works like "Wang Yue", "Lang Tao Sha", "Xia Ke Xing" etc., if you kill them, they will not be able to write a single word of them.

Some can be envied, but some are not even qualified to be envied.

Wang Fei, who was grinding ink, recited softly: "I went up to the west tower alone without saying a word, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong tree in the deep courtyard locked the autumn. It was the sorrow of parting that could not be cut off or sorted out. It left a different feeling in my heart."

After reading it, Wang Fei's voice trembled a little.

Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu and others beside them were also in a heavy mood. Several pairs of eyes looked at Jiang Chen, who was still holding the brush after writing, with reluctance in their eyes.

but……

They all had some resentment in their hearts.

Since Jiang Chen's words are filled with sadness and reluctance, why do you still want to leave? Why can't you stay?
They wanted to speak out, but they didn't dare to, for fear that after making it clear, they would no longer be able to be friends with Jiang Chen.

Just like when Li Wenbin pursued Wang Fei, he made it clear that he was pursuing her, but was ruthlessly rejected. Now they are not even friends anymore. They are like strangers when they meet each other. However, those who are present and know the inside story know that they grew up together and had a very good relationship in the past.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room also directly exceeded 350,000 and was slowly moving towards 400,000.

Zhang Li, who was staying in a nearby hotel, was lying on the big bed and looking at the number of people online in the live broadcast room. She felt happy but also a little worried. Jiang Chen's popularity was so stable and amazing that she was afraid that the head fee of the contract would really make the Penguin Live Broadcasting Platform slowly unable to afford it.

It has just started, and it is early in the morning. Jiang Chen has not performed yet, but he has only written an ancient poem, and it can attract 300,000 or 400,000 people online. Once Jiang Chen performs, there will be a minimum of 500,000 people online. If it is at night when there is the most traffic and idle people, I am afraid that 600,000 or 700,000 people will not be able to stop it, and it is not impossible to reach a million people again.

As for the head fee, it's really calculated without saying a word.

At this time, Zhang Li can only hope that Mr. Yang can get financing from the group headquarters. Otherwise, relying on her own operations, she is afraid that she really won't be able to pay Jiang Chen such a high head fee for a long time. After this contract expires, she may not be able to afford the next contract and dare not renew the contract.

The live broadcast room was filled with comments and the rewards never stopped.

"It's well written. The title of the ci is "Xiang Jian Huan", but the content is about the sorrow of separation. Lao Jiang is awesome."

"This calligraphy, this work, Lao Jiang, you should stop hiding it. Take it out and sell a few pieces so that everyone can appreciate it. How can others appreciate it if you keep it hidden?"

“It’s the sorrow of parting that can’t be cut off or sorted out… It’s written with so much feeling.”

"Lao Jiang is really good at writing, awesome!"

"Who can compare with Lao Jiang in today's literary world?"

"Let alone the current literary world, throughout history, there are only a handful of people who can compare with Lao Jiang. This is the current Lao Jiang. In a few years, when Lao Jiang has accumulated more, no one in history can compare with Lao Jiang."

"Awesome..."

……

but!

Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast room looked at Jiang Chen in surprise.

Jiang Chen usually put down his brush to rest after writing, but at this moment, he did not put down his brush. He still kept the brush in his hand. After Wang Fei finished reading, Jiang Chen said softly, "Change a piece of paper!"

amount……

Wang Fei, who was grinding ink, as well as Li Wenjun, Han Qing, and Yan Ruyu beside him were stunned for a moment, and then they came to their senses in a second. They all looked shocked, knowing that Jiang Chen meant to change a piece of paper, and he would continue writing.

Others, including Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo, Li Xinghong, Li Wenbin and others, all looked surprised. They didn't expect to see Jiang Chen write a second piece of work today. It was really worth it.

If Jiang Chen was like this every day, they really wanted to travel with Jiang Chen and follow Jiang Chen every day, just to witness with their own eyes Jiang Chen writing more masterpieces every day.

Unfortunately, this idea is something they can only think about in their minds.

Li Wenjun and Yan Ruyu carefully picked up the "Meeting" that Jiang Chen had just written, put it aside, and then laid another piece of paper on it.

Wang Fei continued to grind the ink, staring at Jiang Chen with watery eyes, unwilling to leave for even a second.

Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, and Sophia were also standing nearby, staring at Jiang Chen.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room at this moment directly exceeded 400,000, and the dense barrage of comments showed that everyone was very excited.

then.

Jiang Chen's brush slowly fell.

Three words appeared quickly.

Nice to meet you!
Still a happy meeting.

Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo and others at the scene, as well as all the audience in the live broadcast room widened their eyes in surprise, and everyone was even more shocked by Jiang Chen's talent.

The barrage was dense.

"Awesome, he wrote two poems in the same tune, Lao Jiang is awesome."

"The sorrow of separation in Lao Jiang's heart must be too deep to be vented, right? He wrote all of it in Xiang Jian Huan. He started writing the second song before finishing one. It can only be said that talent is awesome and willful." "Lao Jiang is not stingy with these works. He writes whenever he wants. He is invincible!"

"Other people can only write one poem in their lifetime to be remembered by their ancestors, but Lao Jiang wrote two at a time."

"As expected of Old Jiang!"

"Old Jiang has written too many works in Beijing, right?"

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang loves Beijing. He will definitely come here to settle down in the future. I'm waiting for that day."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

Another song of reunion.

Jiang Chen did not hesitate, and the words appeared quickly under his pen.

The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last?Naturally, life grows and hates water.

This tune does not have many words, Jiang Chen finished writing it quickly, looking much more relaxed, and some of the emotions in his heart were indeed vented through writing.

This poem is a more typical graceful poem, with every line filled with resentment and sorrow. It is not just the sorrow of separation, but the various troubles that we often encounter in life.

To sum it up - life is a process of not being able to achieve what you want, so there will always be various troubles, just like the river flowing eastward, never stopping.

The two works have the same title "Xiang Jian Huan" (Meeting Each Other), but there is not a single joyful word in them. Every word, even every punctuation mark, is full of sorrow.

This time, Yan Ruyu could not help but recite it first: "The flowers in the forest have faded in spring, too quickly. Helpless, cold rain in the morning and wind in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk with each other, when will they be heavy? It is the nature of life that long regrets that the water flows eastward."

After reading it, Yan Ruyu couldn't help but feel melancholy on her pretty face.

After hearing this, the others also frowned, recalling some of their own unforeseen experiences.

Life……

That's it.

Life is full of regrets as the water flows eastward.

but……

What kind of talent is this Jiang Chen?
All pairs of eyes were staring at Jiang Chen.

He wrote two poems of the same tune at once, which are worthy of being passed down through the ages?

Many of those present were considered big authorities in the Chinese studies circle. They had been in school for decades and had never seen such an outrageous person.

Perhaps, there has never been such an outrageous literary talent in history.

Such talent!

In today's literary world, he truly shines like the sun in the sky, incomparable and unobstructed, making the people present feel ashamed and insignificant.

Jiang Chen finally put down his brush, indicating that he had finished writing for the day, and then looked at everyone around him and said, "Everyone, that's all for today. Thank you all for your hospitality and your recognition of me, but unfortunately I have something else in mind, so I'll take my leave now and see you later."

Jiang Chen bowed slightly to the few people and said goodbye like a man of the world.

Huang Bo immediately said, "Jiang Chen, take care and wait for you to come next time."

Yang Wenjie: “Take care!”

Li Wenjun's voice was a little choked up, and she looked at Jiang Chen with resentment: "Take care of yourself. Next time you come, I will make you something delicious."

Wang Fei took a deep breath, and all his emotions turned into two words: "Slow down!"

Only Yan Ruyu was the most relaxed. She said with a slight smile: "When you get all the way back to Rongcheng, we may have a holiday. Then I will go back to Rongcheng to play with you."

Jiang Chen did not respond to what they said, but just nodded to everyone, then walked out with Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others.

Han Qin didn't care about the per-view fee at this time. She simply closed the live broadcast and ignored the nearly 500,000 viewers in the live broadcast room.

Everyone escorted Jiang Chen and his companions out the door, and then to the street...

Many people who saw Jiang Chen on the road joined the farewell team and sent Jiang Chen and his companions to the outside of Houhai before stopping.

After watching Jiang Chen, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and the others disappear on the street, everyone present felt a little melancholy.

Such a character!

He was the only one they had ever met in their lives.

Unfortunately, the time we spent communicating and spending time together was too short.

But such a short period of time left them with very deep memories.

Li Xinghong whispered, "I just hope he doesn't waste his musical talent!"

After seeing that Jiang Chen wrote two songs in succession that were worthy of being passed down through the ages, Li Xinghong was no longer so obsessed with Jiang Chen's musical talent, and felt that Jiang Chen's literary talent might be even greater.

Li Wenbin looked at the direction where Jiang Chen disappeared and sighed.

He had been eager to ask Jiang Chen to buy the works several times, but he didn't dare to say it out loud because he was afraid of offending Jiang Chen and affecting the relationship between his sister and Jiang Chen.

He had been thinking about the painting "Xia Ke Xing" day and night, and last night he even dreamed that he had bought the original copy of the painting.

After seeing Jiang Chen's amazing talent, Li Wenbin wished he could personally send his sister to Jiang Chen's home. He didn't ask for a dowry, but gave him two courtyard houses as a dowry, and shares worth at least billions. He also covered all the expenses of their married life. As long as Jiang Chen and his sister could be together, it would be enough. Such a person could really enhance the status and foundation of their Li family.

Unfortunately!
He could see that Jiang Chen had no interest in the people who were present just now, including his sister Li Wenjun, the school beauty Yan Ruyu, the white moonlight goddess in his heart Wang Fei, and the mixed-race beauty Sophia from North America. Jiang Chen did not show any obvious interest in them.

As a man, he could feel that Jiang Chen really seemed to have no interest in women!

After all, if girls like Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, Wang Fei, and Sophia couldn't make Jiang Chen's heart move even though they actively pursued him, Li Wenbin really couldn't think of any other girl in the world who could make Jiang Chen's heart move.

Very strange.

Could it be that his interests and hobbies are different?
Li Wenbin trembled all over, then shook his head, put aside the evil thoughts in his mind, turned around and said goodbye. He still had a lot of things to do, and if Jiang Chen's work was not so attractive, he would not always come to Wang Fei.

Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo, Li Xinghong and others also went back to their respective schools to work.

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu and Sophia all returned to the backyard and framed and hung up the two poems "Meeting with Joy" that Jiang Chen had just written. Looking at the room full of Jiang Chen's masterpieces that were worthy of being passed down through the ages, they were all amazed and shocked.

……

Jiang Chen, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others returned to the hotel and began to pack up and prepare to leave.

Jiang Chen took a break and went to the gym to exercise for a while, completing his exercise task. Then, after they had packed up, they drove off together. The two cars left the capital and headed northeast.

Chen Xiaojia was still Jiang Chen's driver. While driving, he looked at the tall buildings in Beijing and the busy traffic on the road, and said with a smile: "I don't know when I can come again next time."

Han Qing is not interested in this place. Firstly, the pace of life in this city is very fast and it is not a livable city. Secondly, the presence of Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu and others here puts a lot of pressure on her.

Jiang Chen sat in his seat, watching the car gradually leave the capital, and said softly: "Xiao Qingzi, give me the guitar!"

what……

Han Qing and Chen Xiaojia, who was driving, were both stunned.

Afterwards, Han Qing quickly reached out and took out the guitar that had been placed in the trunk for easy access and handed it to Jiang Chen.

Chen Xiaojia also slowed down the car to make it as stable as possible.

After Han Qing gave the guitar to Jiang Chen, she quickly picked up her phone and opened Penguin Live.

(End of this chapter)