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

Chapter 161 160. A Song of Everlasting Sorrow, it became a national treasure before the ink was even dry!

The number of people online in the live broadcast room has continued to rise to more than 1.1 million.

Yan Yiqing and his son Yan Shouzhong were watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast together in Rongcheng at this time. Both of them stared at the live broadcast screen with wide eyes.

Yan Shouzhong's face flushed red, and he took several deep breaths to calm himself down. He stared at the words that appeared under Jiang Chen's pen and said softly, "I'm afraid this work will completely shatter the entire Chinese literary world!"

Yan Yiqing said with disdain: "It should have been broken up and reorganized long ago. They actually banded together to exclude a great man like Jiang Chen and slandered him privately. They are just a bunch of parasites. With Jiang Chen's achievements in calligraphy and works, there is no need for the Chinese literary world to exist any longer."

They knew that the Chinese literary world had always had an ambiguous attitude towards Jiang Chen, and many people did not want to accept it because Jiang Chen was not from their circle and had no interest in them. Jiang Chen also did not visit them to build relationships, so he could not bring them any benefits.

But there are also some real masters like Yan Yiqing, Huang Wenqing and others who welcome Jiang Chen very much.

And now, Jiang Chen's work has appeared. Whether it is calligraphy or the level of the work, it has reached one of the best levels in history. This can directly break all the resistance in the entire literary and calligraphy circles and make it disappear completely.

Because, if we boycott even works like this...

Then this so-called literary world really has no need to exist.

Yan Yiqing whispered: "The Emperor of Han was obsessed with beauty and wanted to conquer the country, but he could not get it after ruling for many years."

"The Yang family has a daughter who has just grown up, but she is kept in the inner chamber and no one knows her."

"It's hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king."

"Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace have no color..."

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"The Sixth Army has nothing to do if they don't send out troops. They will die in front of them."

"There is no one to harvest the land left by the flowers, and the emerald green jade is scratching its head."

"The king covered his face and could not save him, looking back he saw blood and tears flowing together."

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"In the mud below Mawei Slope, there is no trace of the place where the beautiful woman died."

"The emperor and his ministers looked at each other with their clothes wet, and looked eastwards to the capital, hoping that the horses would return."

"When I returned, the pond and garden were still the same, with lotus flowers in Taiye Lake and willows in Weiyang Palace."

"My face is like a lotus and my eyebrows are like willows. How can I not shed tears for this?"

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"To express my gratitude to the emperor for his constant concern, I have asked the Taoist priests to search diligently."

"Empty your mind and harness your energy, and run like lightning, ascending to the sky and descending to the earth, seeking it everywhere."

"The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below, and both places are nowhere to be seen."

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Looking at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen, he was still writing furiously, but every word was still like a work of art, and there was already a thick stack of paper written next to him.

Yan Yiqing's eyes were filled with shock and amazement, and he exclaimed: "Every word is a pleasure to read, and every sentence is something I can't write!"

He looked at his granddaughter Yan Ruyu who was standing beside Jiang Chen grinding ink, and asked softly, "How are Ruyu and Jiang Chen getting along?"

Yan Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, then recovered from the mood of Jiang Chen's poem and said, "I didn't ask, so we should be considered friends. Jiang Chen is a difficult person to approach. It is said that he doesn't want to get married and start a family in this life, so he is quite repulsive and indifferent to the opposite sex."

Yan Yiqing smiled and said, "It's normal for young people to be sentimental, especially for an artist like Jiang Chen. With more contact, I believe Ruyu can make him accept her. I believe in Ruyu's charm and talent. In this world, there is probably no one who can match Jiang Chen. Only Ruyu can barely match him!"

Is there anyone who says this about his granddaughter?
Moreover, she is a granddaughter with outstanding looks, talent and gifts?
However, Yan Shouzhong looked at Jiang Chen and the brush in Jiang Chen's hand, and he knew that what his father said made sense.

With Jiang Chen's talent and strength, it can be said that there is no one of the opposite sex in China today who is worthy of him!
Only someone as outstanding as Yan Ruyu can barely be worthy of her!

Yan Yiqing asked again: "Everyone from Chang'an Jiaotong University has gone to see Jiang Chen. How are your preparations going?"

Yan Shouzhong said seriously: "We will wait for Jiang Chen to return to Chengdu. When the time comes, I will personally lead people to the Chengdu Expressway to welcome him back, and then invite him to return to our alma mater to communicate with our teachers and students. It would be best if he could give a class. I think he will not refuse. I have specifically learned about Jiang Chen's previous experience studying at Sichuan University these days."

"When he was studying at Sichuan University, his grades were pretty good, and he received good reviews from teachers and classmates. Apart from a broken heart at Sichuan University, he probably has no bad memories of Sichuan University. His former roommate Li Li has stayed on campus and is teaching at our school. Li Li said that they have always kept in touch and have a good relationship."

Yan Yiqing nodded: "Well, this matter cannot be missed. For us in Sichuan University, this is an opportunity that only comes once in a hundred years. No, it can be said that it is an opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years. People like Jiang Chen may not appear once in a thousand years. If he appears, we have to meet him. The chance is even slimmer."

"Now that such an opportunity has really appeared in front of us, we must not be laughed at by others. Peking University, Shuimu University, Shanghai Twin Stars, Zhejiang University, Chang'an Jiaotong University, they must be watching us. If we are also rejected by Jiang Chen, they will definitely be the happiest."

"Whoever can win Jiang Chen will definitely be the most dazzling one in the Chinese field in the country!"

Yan Shouzhong felt a lot of pressure. He looked at Jiang Chen on the live screen, and continued to look closely at the lines of calligraphy that flowed like art, as well as the masterpieces that would surely be passed down through the ages. He said softly, "It would be great if Jiang Chen could leave a few of his works in our school."

Yan Yiqing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't expect this, it's unlikely."

Yan Shouzhong smiled bitterly and shook his head, knowing that he was overthinking.

And at this time.

The speed at which Jiang Chen wrote with the brush had gradually slowed down. Based on the content, Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong knew that Jiang Chen was probably about to finish.

Looking at the thick stack of papers beside him, Jiang Chen had already finished writing them.

Yan Yiqing took a deep breath before saying, "Such a long narrative poem has never appeared in history! Moreover, it is written so beautifully. Jiang Chen's achievements in the field of ancient poetry can be said to have truly surpassed the strength of several great writers and poets in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. The rest is just the accumulation of time. Even if he stops writing from now on and never writes a poem again, he can at least be on par with those people."

Yan Shouzhong nodded in agreement: "Yes, such a work is really rare in the ages."

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In an office at Peking University in Beijing.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun and others were all flushed with excitement at this moment.

Li Wenjun followed Jiang Chen's writing and recited softly.

"As long as your heart is as strong as gold, we will meet again in heaven and on earth."

"Before leaving, I send you a poem with earnest words, which contains a vow that only we can know."

"On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Changsheng Palace, in the middle of the night, when no one is talking in private." "I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky, and a pair of branches on the ground."

"The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever."

Li Wenjun stopped reading here, and Huang Bo and others beside him also stood up straight, with extremely solemn expressions, as if they were witnessing a sacred event.

because!

In the live broadcast screen.

The brush in Jiang Chen's hand finally stopped.

Thinking of the name of Jiang Chen's poem, it is called Song of Everlasting Sorrow, and this sentence has already written that the eternity of the world will come to an end, but this endless sorrow will have no end, which echoes the title.

It can be seen that the poem has been completed and is extremely complete.

After reading the whole article, they were able to understand most of the content and knew the content of the poem, so they were even more amazed and admired Jiang Chen even more.

Lin Shuang said excitedly: "The whole poem has a total of 840 words! This can almost be said to be the longest narrative poem in ancient times. It also tells the story of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, the representative figures of the Tang Dynasty's rise and fall. The story is complete and the words are gorgeous and beautiful..."

Lin Shuang paused for a moment, then continued excitedly: "I don't know how to describe it. The artistic achievement of this poem is really beyond imagination."

Li Wenjun added: "You still forgot that Jiang Chen's calligraphy of this poem can be said to be second only to Wang Youjun's calligraphy art in history. These calligraphy notes alone are enough to enter the museum."

Huang Bo let out a long sigh and exclaimed: "Jiang Chen is really constantly challenging the upper limit of our cognition. I can't even imagine the artistic value of this poem. It can be said that once it is published, it is worthy of being called a national treasure."

There are different levels of calligraphers: calligrapher, calligraphy master, calligraphy master, and then after breaking through the calligraphy master level, one is called a master. This master is completely different from the previous master. The master after the master means a generous person who is already an expert in calligraphy and calls himself a school.

Jiang Chen's calligraphy alone is enough to be regarded as one of the top contemporary works of art. Coupled with such a long and handed-down masterpiece, it can definitely go directly into a museum.

At the very least, Huang Bo believed that if Jiang Chen was willing, the Chang'an Museum would now include the Song of Everlasting Sorrow in its collection and would even set aside a special exhibition room to house it.

This poem and this work have a more special and important meaning to Chang'an.

In this poem, Jiang Chen's calligraphy shows a hint of progress and breakthrough, and he can go further in the realm of generosity. He has already shown signs of surpassing the few great calligraphers in history. So it is not an exaggeration to say that the calligraphy of this poem is the second best in history, second only to Wang Youjun!

Zhang Shuwen's eyes flickered: "If I could collect this work, I would be willing to die!"

Lin Shuang smiled and said, "I would like to do that, but it's a pity that even if I die, I won't have the chance to collect this work."

Huang Bo: "If Jiang Chen brings this work back to Chengdu, it will most likely be borrowed by Sichuan University. I will go to Sichuan University to see the original work then."

Zhang Shuwen immediately said, "I'll go too!"

Lin Shuang: "And me, I also want to see the original."

Li Wenjun's eyes flickered: "I'm going too!"

Li Wenjun originally wanted to go to Rongcheng, and now he had an excuse to go with Huang Bo and others without seeming out of place.

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And at this time.

When Jiang Chen put down his brush.

Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng nearby all had the urge to kneel down.

Peng Ruihua took a step forward, his hands trembling as he wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare, fearing that his hands would dirty the work and the handwriting. He could only stare at it from a close distance, and read in a trembling voice:

"On July 7th, in the Eternal Life Palace, in the middle of the night when no one is whispering."

"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."

"The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever."

"Good, good, good, it's very well written, very well..."

Beside them, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, and Chen Xiaojia each held a piece of paper written by Jiang Chen, and they did not overlap each other for fear of smudging the handwriting.

Everyone around quickly took out their cell phones and started taking pictures of the papers in the hands of the few people.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 1.3 million at this time, and many viewers began to take screenshots frantically.

"I am convinced. I am completely convinced. There is no limit to Lao Jiang's talent. With this poem, Lao Jiang can be compared with several great writers in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty in the field of ancient poetry. After a few hundred years, Lao Jiang can even surpass them and become the number one poet in China throughout the ages."

"What Jiang lacks now is time and historical background. Otherwise, he would have been a great writer throughout the ages."

"Wow, can Lao Jiang win this painting of Everlasting Regret in a lottery? If I can win this painting, my family will worship Lao Jiang and burn incense for generations to come, and worship him as our ancestor."

"Don't dream. The value of this work is beyond your imagination. It can be said to be a national treasure now. In a few hundred years, its value may be comparable to the legendary Lanting Preface by Wang Youjun."

"The people of Chang'an are all crying, right?"

"Old Jiang, you have a certain preference for the people of Chang'an. Last night, he sang a song called Dreaming of the Tang Dynasty, and this morning he sang a song called Song of Everlasting Sorrow. It's hard for Chang'an not to be popular."

"The Song of Everlasting Sorrow... If this poem was included in the textbook, it would be difficult to recite. There are so many words. I feel sad for the children of the future."

"This professor from Chang'an Jiaotong University is so excited that he is about to cry..."

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indeed!

At this time, Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng both had tears of excitement on their faces. They stood in front of the table, wanting to get closer but not daring to, for fear of dirtying their works. They could only stand one step away and watch carefully.

After Jiang Chen finished writing, he put down his brush, put his hands behind his back, and looked a little melancholy. His heart was still immersed in the artistic conception of Song of Everlasting Sorrow. He felt sorry for the love story between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei, and even more sorry for the decline of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Sighing, Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the plaque of the Ancient Tang City behind him, then looked at the many palaces and pavilions inside. He immediately turned and walked towards the hotel, intending to go back and pack up, and then go record a song with Pu Yuexi and others.

What happened in the past is already history.

The people at the scene did not dare to disturb Jiang Chen and watched him leave.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, Wang Jing, and Yan Ruyu quickly helped Jiang Chen pack up his things, including his writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. The most important thing was the pages of paper Jiang Chen had written. Each page was a national treasure, and the combined value was inestimable!
Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng and others stared at the pages of paper that were taken away by Han Qing and others, wishing they could rush forward and snatch them away.

(End of this chapter)