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

Chapter 153 152. If love between two people lasts for a long time, why does it matter if they are together day and night?
Jiang Chen did not stop writing.

Han Qing, who was grinding ink next to her, paused for a moment. Obviously, she didn't expect that Jiang Chen would continue to write!

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing also stretched their necks and stared at Jiang Chen with wide eyes.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment while holding the brush, and then the brush continued to fall on the paper under his pen.

The three words quickly appeared on it again.

Magpie Bridge Fairy!
It is also the name of a ci tune.

It is still an ancient poem.

Li Wenjun, who was in a courtyard far away in the capital, saw this and said softly, "Jiang Chen seems to like writing ancient poems more and has a deeper understanding of them."

As a talented lady from Peking University, she naturally had in-depth research on these things, but she felt like a primary school student in front of Jiang Chen.

At least, it was impossible for her to write a piece of work in the format of an ancient poem, even the most ordinary one, let alone a gorgeous masterpiece like Jiang Chen's.

For example, the song "Yong Yu Le" just now used many allusions, which were impossible for her to write.

Not only her, but all the writers and scholars in the entire domestic literary world cannot write it.

Therefore, she also believed that Jiang Chen's knowledge was underestimated.

With the knowledge of traditional culture that Jiang Chen has demonstrated, he is more than qualified to be a professor in the Chinese Department of Peking University.

However, Li Wenjun stared at Jiang Chen's handwriting with an even more astonished look and said, "This calligraphy is really intoxicating. The calligraphy master has begun to form his own school. Each word has its own unique charm, which makes people intoxicated and enjoyable just by looking at it."

Li Wenjun looked back at the Qingping Diao painting hanging on the wall. She would look at it many times every day. She looked at the live broadcast screen again, and her gaze followed Jiang Chen's handwriting.

Words that still intoxicated her appeared one by one.

"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is crossing in the dark."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

Li Wenjun stared at every word Jiang Chen wrote, and followed the years. She felt her whole body trembling. When she read the last sentence, she stood up in shock. She looked at the words on the screen with hazy eyes, and her small lips trembled as she murmured to herself: "If love lasts for a long time, why should we be together day and night?"

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."

"Morning and evening..."

“Is this your view of love?”

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

"Hiss... Jiang Chen, how can I let you go if you're like this?"

At this moment, Li Wenjun felt as if he was about to melt into this ancient poem.

Not far away, Wang Fei also stood up and stared at the poem "Magpie Bridge" with wide eyes. He also recited the last two sentences several times, his eyes full of confusion and intoxication!

Such statements really leave any woman powerless to resist.

Yan Ruyu, who was in Chang'an, also rolled up from the bed at this time, looking at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen, gritting her teeth and said: "I must catch you!"

Then, she picked up her phone and sent a message to her brother Yan Rufeng: "I want this painting of the magpie bridge!"

Yan Rufeng replied: "Kill me."

Although Yan Rufeng was a businessman, he also came from an academic family. Naturally, he knew that this poem "Magpie Bridge" would become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and the last two lines would surely be remembered forever. The collection value of an authentic work like this would be extremely staggering.

However, since it is in Jiang Chen's hands, no one knows when it will be able to flow out.

Jiang Chen said that he would give away a work of art by lottery in the live broadcast room when he returned to Chengdu, but he did not say which work of art he would give away.

Therefore, Yan Rufeng knew that this painting of Magpie Bridge would most likely remain in Jiang Chen's hands and would never be obtained by anyone else.

…………

The number of people online in the live broadcast room at this time has exceeded 900,000, and is about to break one million.

The dense barrage of comments was too dense to be seen clearly, and the special effects of large rewards never stopped.

"I got goose bumps all over my body after reading this. If love lasts forever, why should we be together day and night? This is really what makes me intoxicated."

"Lao Jiang's ancient poems, the peak of poetry works is the Song Dynasty, and there are no more than two people who can compare with Lao Jiang. This poem "Magpie Bridge Fairy" will surely be passed down for thousands of years."

"Did Lao Jiang have a burst of inspiration today? Or was he in a good mood? He wrote two masterpieces in one go. I was so excited that I wanted to drink."

"Lao Jiang still yearns for love, otherwise he would not have written such profound words as 'If love lasts forever, why would it matter if we are together day and night?'"

"Lao Jiang, awesome! I want this work."

"Old Jiang, how about we draw a lottery now? The prize is this work."

"Don't worry, maybe Lao Jiang's next work will be better. Wouldn't it be better if Lao Jiang wrote another one like "Xia Ke Xing" as a prize?"

"Can a work like "Xia Ke Xing" be written casually? Don't dream about it."

"Looking at the mountain is also OK..."

"Stop dreaming, I want this painting of the Magpie Bridge..."

……

Jiang Chen has slowly put down the brush in his hand.

After finishing the two pieces, Jiang Chen felt much calmer. He turned around and continued to stand by the river, breathing in the fresh air.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all gathered around the table and looked at the painting of the Magpie Bridge together, each of their pretty faces flushed with excitement.

At the same time, five people also entered the live camera and excitedly discussed this work.

"Lao Jiang had an emotional outburst. This song of the magpie bridge is so well written that I almost wanted to cry."

"If love lasts forever, why should they be together day and night? Who wouldn't be confused by this?"

"Hey……"

"Old Jiang is hurt by love."

"Put these two works away quickly, so they won't be blown away by the wind later."

"Put it away first, then have breakfast."

Several people quickly began to cooperate with Han Qing to put away the two works.

"Old Jiang, it's time for breakfast!"

Chen Xiaojia greeted Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen hummed, turned around, sat down and started eating breakfast.

Several people thought that Jiang Chen wrote the poem "Magpie Bridge" because he might have recalled some sad things in the past, so they did not mention these two works for fear of touching on Jiang Chen's sad things.

Pu Yuexi changed the subject: "If we walk faster today, we can reach Chang'an in the evening."

Chen Xiaojia: "Well, I have already booked a hotel."

Jiang Chen did not participate, but just ate breakfast quietly. After breakfast, Jiang Chen got in the car and waited for them to set off.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Han Qing and others began to pack up their things skillfully.

It took a while to pack up the tents for several people, sleeping equipment, cooking utensils, etc.

Only Jiang Chen was sitting in the car watching them.

However, each of them worked happily and did not dislike Jiang Chen being lazy at all.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped from over 900,000 to over 800,000 and then stabilized. Seeing Jiang Chen being lazy while the other beauties were busy, they all spoke up.

"I envy Lao Jiang every day."

"Mr. Jiang was enjoying himself the whole way. Xiao Qingzi and Xiao Jia were like his babysitters."

"If you had one tenth of Lao Jiang's talent, you could enjoy this treatment, and you could also trick a few beauties into willingly serving you."

"You may have forgotten how well Lao Jiang was treated in Beijing. Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, and Sophia were all like gods descended from heaven. They all cooked for Lao Jiang personally, but Lao Jiang still ignored them."

"That's right. Li Wenjun was specially named by Lao Jiang in his lyrics as "The clouds resemble clothes and the flowers resemble face."

"To be honest, no matter how many beautiful women like Lao Jiang's talent, I am just envious and not jealous at all."

"Nonsense, who has the right to be jealous of Lao Jiang?"

"If you want to be jealous of Lao Jiang, try writing a poem about a knight first."

"Forget about writing about knights. First write a song about alleviating sorrow and then talk about being jealous of Old Jiang."

……

Many viewers were indeed envious of Jiang Chen’s enjoyment along the way.

Jiang Chen really came out for the trip, and let Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others do everything along the way. Jiang Chen could almost be said to have done nothing, did not lift a finger or do anything, and purely enjoyed the journey.

However, every audience member was just envious, and no one had even a little jealousy.

because……

Almost every audience in the live broadcast room has been conquered by Jiang Chen's talent and they are full of admiration for Jiang Chen's talent.

The more talented and knowledgeable a person is, the more they will admire Jiang Chen's talent.

For example, Huang Bo, Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, Wang Fei, Zhang Shuwen, Yang Wenjie and so on, admire and worship Jiang Chen more than ordinary audiences.

Because they know more deeply than ordinary people what every ancient poem Jiang Chen is writing now and the realm of calligraphy represent.

In the past two thousand years, there are only three or five literati who can be called great writers!
In the past two thousand years, there are only three or five literati who can be called masters of calligraphy!
And Jiang Chen, in the modern life where there is no soil for traditional culture to survive, has become a writer of ancient poems who is on par with great writers, and he has also become a calligrapher who is on par with great calligraphers!
Such an achievement...

It really makes it impossible for anyone in the traditional cultural circle to find any black spots on Jiang Chen, and no one in the circle dares to say anything bad about Jiang Chen.

However, they did not praise Jiang Chen publicly and just remained silent.

In the office of Beijing University, Huang Bo said with admiration: "Jiang Chen has brought a hint of revival to the traditional culture of our time."

Lin Shuang nodded and said, "Yes, recently there are many more people studying and researching ancient poetry and historical materials. Almost all the materials and documents in the library on these aspects have been borrowed. According to online information, the number of searches for these materials is far higher than that for other fields."

"This is a trend started by Jiang Chen. People are paying more attention to traditional culture and they like it more. Jiang Chen's works have made everyone feel the artistic beauty of traditional culture again. The combination of calligraphy by great calligraphers and masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, this kind of traditional cultural and artistic beauty is really irresistible."

Lin Shuang's words made the other people in the office nod in agreement.

After all, everyone has been learning Chinese culture since childhood, so it is natural that they are more likely to identify with traditional culture. The masterpieces written by Jiang Chen that are worthy of being handed down from generation to generation will definitely attract everyone's likes. Coupled with the beauty brought by the top calligraphy in history, it can basically conquer everyone who likes Chinese culture.

Huang Bo said regretfully: "It's a pity that we were unable to invite Jiang Chen to our school. Otherwise, he should have been able to inspire our students' love for traditional culture."

Zhang Shuwen said: "If Jiang Chen returns to Rongcheng and gives a lecture at Sichuan University, I plan to go there."

Several people were stunned for a moment.

Then Lin Shuang immediately said: "If Jiang Chen is willing to give an open class, no matter where it is, I will go to participate in it."

Huang Bo smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, Jiang Chen's open class must not be missed. By then, it might be a grand event."

He knew that once Jiang Chen was willing to give an open class in a certain school, it would definitely cause a sensation in the domestic traditional cultural circle. Many experts and scholars, as well as many enthusiasts in the society would definitely find ways to participate in the event.

……

Jiang Chen and his group had already set out for Chang'an again.

Han Qing was broadcasting live all the way. Even when it was broadcast outdoors, the number of viewers remained stable at more than 800,000, and occasionally reached around 900,000.

The popularity has obviously increased compared to yesterday. If it continues to increase steadily, outdoor live broadcasts may be able to attract millions of people online stably.

This is extremely terrifying popularity data.

And in the afternoon.

Han Qing sat next to Jiang Chen and pointed in a direction not far away and said, "That's Tongguan. After passing it, we'll be almost to Chang'an. Tongguan used to be the pass that protected Chang'an."

Tongguan?

Jiang Chen suddenly said, "Stop the car!"

Chen Xiaojia, who was driving in front, was stunned for a moment, but then slowed down and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Pu Yuexi also stopped the car and got out.

"What's wrong? Jiang Chen?"

Pu Yuexi asked curiously.

Jiang Chen, Han Qing and Chen Xiaojia also got out of the car, and they all looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked towards Tongguan not far away, stretched out his hand and said: "This is a thousand-year-old pass, Xiao Qingzi, bring the pen and ink!"

Several people were obviously mentally prepared.

Jiang Chen's sudden call to stop the car must not be without reason. Maybe he just got some inspiration?
So, when Jiang Chen asked them to get pens and ink, they quickly took action.

A table was set up on an open space by the roadside, and pens, ink, paper, inkstone and other things were neatly placed on it.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room instantly exceeded one million, and the traffic at this time was obviously much better than in the morning.

"Here it comes. Lao Jiang has a burst of inspiration today. He wrote two pieces this morning and now he has another inspiration."

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang and our Chang'an are destined to be together. Great Chang'an welcomes Lao Jiang."

"Old Jiang, come to Chang'an and write more."

"Old Jiang, please write a piece of work for our thousand-year-old capital Chang'an."

"Lao Jiang has arrived at Tongguan. I am so excited. I will go to Chang'an to pick up Lao Jiang whom I met by chance."

"I only see Lao Jiang write good works, but I can't get them. I'm jealous."

……

Jiang Chen glanced at Tongguan not far away, then picked up the brush and began to write.

(End of this chapter)