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

Chapter 137 136. I see how charming the green mountains are, and I guess the green mountains see me the same way!

Jiang Chen's words "Bring the pen and ink" once again controlled many viewers who were watching the live broadcast.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang, who were about to leave the office, stopped and looked at the live broadcast screen carefully again, with anticipation on everyone's face.

same!
In the nearby Shuimu campus, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng and others also stopped at the office, staring at Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Yang Wenjie said with a little regret: "If Jiang Chen himself could have been invited to yesterday's exhibition, it would have been perfect! Now the eyes of the entire Chinese literary world are on Jiang Chen's works."

Wang Xuefeng: "Of course! After seeing Jiang Chen's works, how dare other people's works be brought to light?"

The two smiled.

Jiang Chen had been in Jiangchen for a few days before and had not attended any gatherings in the Beijing cultural circle, which had already offended some people. So even though Jiang Chen was talented and his calligraphy skills were unique, some veterans in the circle said that Jiang Chen was too young and wanted to suppress him.

but!

Anyone who has seen the original works of Jiang Chen will never be able to say such words again, because the difference is too huge.

In addition, Jiang Chen's works are so highly sought after in the collection market that some people in the cultural circle who want to suppress Jiang Chen have nothing to say. They can only remain silent and stop talking, but they will not publicly express their support for Jiang Chen.

After all, these senior people will not help you for free if they don't get any benefits themselves.

If Jiang Chen integrated into the group, openly boasted about the other party, flattered each other commercially, put the other party in a higher position, and presented one or two works, he might be able to gain the support of these people.

but……

Jiang Chen didn't even want to meet them. There wasn't even a single authentic work of his circulating on the market, let alone give it to others, nor would he engage in these fake social events.

Therefore, although Jiang Chen is now unique in the literary and calligraphy circles, he has not received unanimous recognition from people in the circle. He has only received recognition from most of the middle-aged and young people such as Yang Wenjie and Huang Bo. Most of the older generation remain silent. Only Huang Wenqing, He Xianzhang and Yan Yiqing from Chengdu publicly praise and support Jiang Chen.

However, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng and others don't care about this. They just want to truly support good works and hope that the Chinese calligraphy and literary circles can develop steadily and not really break the inheritance and be looked down upon by island countries and overseas Chinese. It is also to gain cultural heritage for their schools.

After Jiang Chen's trip to the capital, the entire Chinese literary and calligraphy circles became much quieter. The number of people who claimed to be masters but gave lectures and live broadcasts to cheat people suddenly decreased.

With Jiang Chen as a living signboard, many people are too embarrassed to show up in public and brag about themselves and cheat others.

……

Far away in Chengdu.

Yan Shouzhong and his son Yan Rufeng came to the home of old man Yan Yiqing early in the morning to visit the old man.

Seeing the old man getting up at around seven in the morning to practice calligraphy by watching Jiang Chen's writing video, Yan Shouzhong and Yan Rufeng, father and son, were a little worried.

I am worried that the old man’s current condition may consume too much energy and affect his health.

"Dad, take a break and watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast."

Yan Shouzhong came up and said to his father Yan Yiqing.

Yan Rufeng sat there without saying a word, because he tried to bring back two original works of Jiang Chen to show the old man, but failed.

Yan Yiqing had just finished a painting of Looking at the Mountains. On the table next to him lay stacks of rice paper. Each piece of paper contained Jiang Chen's work. It was unknown how many had been written.

However, Yan Yiqing's painting Viewing the Mountains already has some of the qualities of a master, but it is difficult to make further progress.

Yan Shouzhong looked at his father's handwriting and said softly, "You already have the potential to be a master. Dad, your handwriting has improved a lot recently."

Yan Yiqing sighed, sat down and drank a cup of tea to refresh himself, and said with a little regret: "I have made some progress recently, but it's a pity that I didn't focus on calligraphy when I was young. Now I have found the direction of my efforts, but I can only go so far. It is almost impossible to go further! If you can put aside worldly affairs now and focus on calligraphy, maybe there is still a chance."

Yan Shouzhong remained silent after hearing this.

He is now the head of the department and vice president of the school. His career is at its peak and he will have the opportunity to make further progress in the future. How could he give up his career to focus on calligraphy?

Even though he likes calligraphy and has been practicing it since he was a child, and is now one of the vice presidents of the Chengdu Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher, if he has to choose between his career and calligraphy, he will definitely choose his career. He will not give up his successful career and gamble that he can become a master of calligraphy within ten years.

Seeing his son silent, Yan Yiqing shook his head and stopped talking about these things. He didn't want to talk about them anymore. He looked at his grandson Yan Rufeng and asked softly, "Rufeng, have you been to Beijing and Shanghai?"

Yan Rufeng said somewhat embarrassedly: "Well, Wang Fei and Qin Xuerong both refused!"

Yan Yiqing shook his head: "Don't force it! I'm old now, and I see a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough, but unfortunately time has been stagnant for too long, and it's too difficult to break through. Even if you show me Jiang Chen's original work, my chances are slim. It's a pity that I can't appreciate the original work of such a genius."

Yan Yiqing's tone was somewhat regretful, and he was still very eager for Jiang Chen's original work.

Yan Rufeng didn't say anything, but he made up his mind again that no matter what, he would bring Jiang Chen's original work to his grandfather at all costs so that he could see it with his own eyes.

Watching the live broadcast, Jiang Chen was sitting in the yard beside the Mudan River, looking at the scenery outside the Mudan River with a sense of peace. The three of them, grandfather and grandson, all had an illusion.

seem……

Jiang Chen is the one who is taking care of the elderly.

At this time, Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Go get the pen and ink."

Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong stood up and moved closer to watch the live broadcast carefully.

Yan Shouzhong whispered, "Is Jiang Chen going to write another work?"

After leaving the capital, Jiang Chen hadn't written any works for two days. People like Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong, Huang Bo, Yang Wenjie and others were a little disappointed. They hoped that Jiang Chen would stop singing and focus on calligraphy and literature.

at this time……

Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to start writing, they all showed excitement.

Yan Rufeng didn't feel much about this. Although he also liked Jiang Chen's works and recognized Jiang Chen's works, he didn't praise them too much because he was a businessman and had no interest in the literary world since he was a child.

However, he was very interested in purchasing Jiang Chen's works, but unfortunately, no matter how much money he had, he could not buy Jiang Chen's works now.

The more this happened, the more he wanted it.

No one has it, so if he has it, wouldn’t it make his position in the circle more unique?
This is actually the mentality of most wealthy collectors.

They may not really like a particular collection, but they just enjoy collecting unique things that others don't have and can only envy.

However, at this time, Yan Rufeng wanted more to fulfill his grandfather Yan Yiqing's wishes.

At this time.

Han Qing had already trotted over to get the backpack containing pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing had already cleaned up a table.

Han Qing quickly laid out the pens, ink, paper and inkstone neatly, then began to grind the ink slowly without calling Jiang Chen, who was sitting on a chair looking at the Mudanjiang River and the green mountains in the distance.

Everyone at the scene watched quietly. Zheng Zehao and his parents stopped what they were doing and dared not make a sound.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room quickly rose to more than 500,000, and they all looked at Jiang Chen on the recliner, and the number of comments decreased a lot.

"Lao Jiang's moment of inspiration in the morning."

"Lao Jiang spent a few days in Beijing. Except for The Knight-errant, all other works were written in the morning. It's amazing."

"Will Lao Jiang write a piece related to Mudanjiang?"

"Lao Jiang..."

……

Jiang Chen slowly stood up, turned around and walked to the table. He slowly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing directly on the rice paper.

Without any hesitation, congratulations to the bridegroom.

Three words quickly appeared on the pen.

Many people were stunned when they saw these three words, because this tune is very unpopular, and there is not a single work handed down from generation to generation. Only a few unknown works are recorded in ancient books, but they are not spread because they are too ordinary. Except for some professionals, most ordinary people outside have never heard of this tune.

Only people like Huang Bo, Yang Wenjie, Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong, Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing and others can tell at a glance that this is an ancient poem.

Yan Shouzhong stared at the three words and said softly, "It's a very unpopular tune."

Yan Yiqing said in an admiring tone: "His calligraphy has improved a bit. The charm of these three words is more vivid. His talent for calligraphy is really like a demon. There is no limit to it."

Yan Shouzhong didn’t know what to say, because such a calligraphy genius was truly a monster.

What’s even more amazing is that Jiang Chen can also write popular ancient poems that are now masterpieces.

The effect of these two items combined is far greater than either.

I just don’t know what kind of work this song “He Xinlang” by Jiang Chen is?
Yan Shouzhong whispered, "In history, few people have written this tune of He Xinlang."

Jiang Chen wrote as if possessed by god.

Without any pause in his writing, lines of running script calligraphy quickly appeared on the rice paper.

Every word seemed to come alive.

"How old I am."

"I feel sad that my life has been so miserable, and my friends have all gone. How many are left now?"

"White hair hangs down for three thousand feet, and I smile at all the problems in the world."

"What can please you?"

"I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this."

"Love and appearance are slightly similar."

Seeing Jiang Chen write this, Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong both moved closer to the live broadcast screen again, their eyes wide open.

Yan Yiqing murmured in a low voice: "I see how charming the green mountains are. I guess the green mountains see me the same way. Our feelings and appearance are slightly similar... How many life insights can be used to write such a sentence?"

Yan Shouzhong's voice trembled a little, knowing that this must be another ancient poem of the level of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation: "It's really well written!"

……

at the same time.

In Beijing, Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo and others were also staring at the lines of text with wide eyes in their respective offices.

Zhang Shuwen laughed even more excitedly: "I see how charming the green mountains are, I guess the green mountains see me the same way! Hahahaha... OK, OK... My white hair hangs down three thousand feet, a smile will end all the problems in the world..."

And in the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen's writing did not stop.

"I am standing in the east window scratching my head. Thinking of Yuan and Ming, the poems of Tingyun are written, the flavor of this moment. Those who are drunk and seeking fame in Jiangzuo, how can they understand the wonderful principles of muddy wine. Looking back, I shout, clouds fly and wind rises. I don't hate that I didn't see the ancients, but I hate that the ancients didn't see my madness. Only two or three of you know me."

Finished.

Jiang Chen paused with his brush for a moment before slowly putting it down. Without saying a word, he turned around and continued to sit in the rocking chair, rocking gently.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room had reached more than 600,000 at this time, and the barrage of comments exploded instantly.

“After reading it, I felt goose bumps all over my body again.”

"Well, I see how charming the green mountains are, and I guess the green mountains see me the same way. This sentence is so meaningful and memorable."

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang is still very proud in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have written this sentence: I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, I hate the ancients for not seeing my madness! Awesome, Lao Jiang's talent is indeed on par with several top literary masters in ancient times."

"The last two sentences made me tremble all over. Those who understand me are only two or three people! When you reach middle age, it is very rare to have two or three close friends."

"Lao Jiang, I want to buy this work..."

"Old Jiang, are you selling it? I want to buy it. 50 million. If it's not enough, I'll add more."

……

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and the others didn't say anything, but just quietly helped Jiang Chen put away the work.

Zheng Zehao and his parents started to make breakfast only after they saw Jiang Chen had finished writing.

But they all remained quiet, not wanting to disturb Jiang Chen who was sitting there resting.

……

Beijing, Beijing University.

Zhang Shuwen laughed again in the office: "I knew that with Jiang Chen's talent, he must be extremely proud. He doesn't take us contemporary writers seriously at all. He is comparing us with the great writers of ancient literature! I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, I hate the ancients for not seeing my madness."

After hearing what Zhang Shuwen said, several people nodded in agreement and did not feel dissatisfied because this was the fact.

The contemporary literary world, calligraphy world, and even the entire Chinese studies circle...

Who can compare with Jiang Chen's talent?

With all the ancient poems written by Jiang Chen that are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, aren't they only the few great writers in history who are qualified to be compared?

Lin Shuang said softly: "Jiang Chen is lonely in his heart. He compares himself to Qingshan. I see Qingshan as charming, and I think Qingshan sees me the same way. Feelings and appearances are similar! The last sentence, those who know me are only a few people, makes me feel distressed. I don't know how lonely his inner world is."

Lonely?

Huang Bo said in a complicated tone: "Since ancient times, both in ancient and modern times, in China and abroad, every genius has been lonely. Only by enduring loneliness and solitude can Jiang Chen have such calligraphy and talent now! He endured for thirty years, willing to be unknown, and burst out on his 30th birthday, which is the best interpretation of loneliness."

After hearing this, the others began to admire Jiang Chen again.

They put themselves in their shoes.

If they had amazing talent and gifts like Jiang Chen, would they be willing to be an ordinary person for so many years?
When they asked themselves, they knew they couldn't do it.

They must have become talented teenagers long ago, been admitted to prestigious schools, and then indulged in praise, fame and fortune.

That way...

Even if they have the same talent as Jiang Chen, they will definitely not be able to reach the level that Jiang Chen is at today.

Once you get caught up in the world of fame and fortune...

That is an endless vortex that will constantly erode your will and dreams, and then your talents will gradually disappear.

But Jiang Chen was willing to be ordinary, hone himself silently, and finally make a big splash!
What kind of perseverance and persistence is this?

At this moment, many people felt a heartfelt admiration for Jiang Chen.

The rewards on the barrage were endless.

(End of this chapter)