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

Chapter 291 290. Jiang Chen’s talent has no end! It’s not like a young boy.

This is why all major cities want to invite Jiang Chen to settle there!
Jiang Chen is the walking traffic.

Wherever he goes, he naturally attracts the attention of most young people across the country. As long as they have time and money, many people will quickly come to meet Jiang Chen.

The area within several kilometers around the Yellow Crane Tower where Jiang Chen was located was already crowded with people.

There was already a dense crowd of people below the Yellow Crane Tower, extending outward.

but!

Yan Ruyu, Han Qing, Li Wenjun and others didn't pay attention to these passers-by at this time. Their eyes and attention were all on Jiang Chen.

Watching Jiang Chen slowly pick up the brush, he turned back to look at the endless stream of ships on the Yangtze River.

Yan Ruyu ground the ink gently with a peaceful smile on her face, hoping in her heart that it would be great if this moment could last forever.

Unfortunately!
This is impossible.

Far away in Sichuan University.

Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang were busy in the new exhibition hall, maintaining Jiang Chen's works on a daily basis. In fact, they were just maintaining them in the name of maintaining them because they wanted to see Jiang Chen's works from a closer distance. At the same time, they were also watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast and saw that Jiang Chen was writing something again.

Lin Shuang whispered, "Jiang Chen has written so many works, and he can still continue to write. It's incredible. Now that he is the greatest writer in history, the voices of rebuttal are getting smaller and smaller. The top writers in history don't have as many representative works as Jiang Chen."

Yan Yiqing nodded: "Yes, when I saw him write Wang Yue, I felt that this was already the pinnacle. It takes a lot of talent to write such a work. After writing it, it must have consumed a lot of energy and inspiration. It is impossible to write the same work again in a short period of time."

"But not long after, Jiang Chen wrote The Knight-errant. I thought that writing The Knight-errant also consumed a lot of Jiang Chen's elite talents. He would definitely not be able to write such a work again in a short period of time, right?"

"Haha, not long after, he wrote works like He Xinlang and Ding Fengbo. I thought this was already his peak, and he was no less than those top writers in history."

"As a result, he wrote another song of everlasting regret, which once again elevated his status in the poetry world. Just based on the ancient poems such as Looking at the Mountain, Night Mooring at Maple Bridge, Song of the Dusk River, The Knight's Journey, and Song of Everlasting Regret, it is not an exaggeration to say that Jiang Chen is the best poet of all time! However, after entering Sichuan, he also wrote The Road to Shu is Difficult and Drinking Song, which are also works that can be passed down through the ages."

"As for ancient poetry, his attainments are even more amazing! From his first work, Lang Tao Sha, it is a masterpiece! Every ancient poetry that followed was a stunning work, and it took a lot of talent to write them. It is impossible to write several in a short period of time."

"But Jiang Chen wrote Lang Tao Sha, Yu Lin Ling, Yu Mei Ren, Ding Feng Bo, He Xin Lang, Yong Yu Le... Especially the song Shui Tiao Ge Tou that he wrote for our Sichuan University's anniversary celebration, which was truly amazing!"

"I originally thought that Water Melody was the end of ancient poetry, and no one could compare to it! Even Jiang Chen himself would find it difficult to write a similar work in his lifetime."

"Haha, I am still naive. Yesterday, his poem Nian Nu Jiao directly reached the pinnacle of the bold and unrestrained ancient poetry..."

Yan Yiqing said this with a face full of emotion and a wry smile.

Jiang Chen has been constantly challenging his literary common sense.

The people nearby all nodded in agreement and stared at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen with complicated expressions, wondering what kind of excellent works Jiang Chen would write next.

Zhang Shuwen whispered, "When can I borrow Song of Everlasting Regret and Song of Water Melody?"

Lin Shuang's eyes also flashed with desire.

After visiting Jiang Chen’s parents’ home and seeing the originals of these two works last time, she and Zhang Shuwen have been thinking about them all the time.

It is truly a cultural and artistic treasure.

If possible, they would really be willing to exchange their lives for it.

Unfortunately.

Even if they were willing to sacrifice their own lives, Jiang Chen's parents were unwilling to exchange them.

Now that they can borrow it this time, they will definitely come here every day to enjoy it.

Yan Shouzhong said: "It should be tomorrow, I will go and get it myself."

There was also a flash of anticipation in his eyes. The status of these two works, Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Song of Water Melody, is now becoming increasingly higher in today's literary world.

Because the more they studied, read and copied, the more they were amazed and shocked by these two works.

With the emergence of such works in this era, they really feel that as passers-by NPCs in Jiang Chen’s life, they have a sense of honor.

Yan Shouzhong continued, "We have already got Nian Nujiao, and it should arrive this afternoon. I have asked someone to contact the person who bought the Autumn Poem. Unfortunately, we were not able to buy it."

A hint of regret also flashed across Yan Yiqing's eyes.

He knew that his eldest grandson Yan Rufeng also sent people to participate in the auction, but finally gave up when the bid reached 3.1 billion.

This number is really exaggerated.

If it wasn't true love from the heart, it would be impossible to spend so much money to buy a new work that was just created less than a day ago.

However, even with such an exaggerated figure of 3.1 billion, it was not sold, and was eventually bought by someone else at an even more exaggerated price of 3.6 billion.

Yan Yiqing nodded and said, "It's a pity that Qiuci is the first calligraphy work written by Jiang Chen that surpasses Wang Youjun. If we can buy it, it will definitely have a high collection and historical value."

Lin Shuang's eyes lit up as she watched the live broadcast, and she said in surprise, "Jiang Chen has started writing. His writing style is really pleasing to the eye."

The others stopped talking and turned their heads to look closely at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.

I saw the brush in Jiang Chen's hand slowly falling on the paper.

The pen moved quickly, and each movement was full of spirituality. The pen was still moving like a dragon, but each movement seemed to be filled with a natural and spontaneous flavor, as if this was not something that could be written by man, but was naturally generated between heaven and earth, falling from the sky and born between heaven and earth.

Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang all held their breath and stared closely at the live broadcast screen!

And on the scene!

Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong and others who knew calligraphy all widened their eyes, holding their breath, staring at Jiang Chen's every move and detail without blinking.

Uncle Liu and Xiao Zhou, who were not far away, also stretched their necks to watch Jiang Chen write.

Uncle Liu's eyes flashed with shock, and he murmured in a low voice: "The writing is like that of a banished immortal, and every stroke is not like that of the human world! There really is such calligraphy in the world."

After appreciating Jiang Chen's original Autumn Poem, Uncle Liu was even more shocked when he saw Jiang Chen writing it live again. He felt an eye-opening shock and it was more touching than watching the live broadcast.

It seemed as if every stroke Jiang Chen wrote did not come from this world, but was a stroke that fell from the sky. There seemed to be a sense of ethereality around Jiang Chen's body.

Uncle Liu rubbed his eyes hurriedly and looked again. Only then did he feel a little more real, but that ethereal aura was still there, just a little weaker than before.

"This kind of calligraphy has truly transcended the human world!"

Uncle Liu sighed in his heart, and once again felt that it was worth it for him to spend 3.6 billion to buy Jiang Chen's work.

This time!

He then looked at what Jiang Chen had written.

"Yellow Crane Tower."

Use the name of the scenic spot directly as the title.

This is a routine commonly used by many literati and poets throughout history.

Therefore, there are many poems with the same name throughout the ages.

And he was even more looking forward to Jiang Chen's Yellow Crane Tower.

"My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower,"

"Fireworks in March in Yangzhou." "A lone sail in the distance, a clear blue sky."

“I only see the Yangtze River flowing across the sky.”

These four simple lines of poetry were quickly completed by Jiang Chen.

The profound artistic conception of this poem made the people around silent for a moment, feeling a little sad.

Obviously, this is a farewell poem!
Uncle Liu praised in a low voice: "Well written! There have been hundreds of farewell poems written at the Yellow Crane Tower throughout history, but this one gives me the clearest feeling."

Xiao Zhou whispered, "Do you want me to ask for the price, Uncle Liu?"

Uncle Liu glanced at Xiao Zhou hurriedly and said, "Don't offend others. We will just be the audience this time."

Xiao Zhou smiled awkwardly and said no more, but there was more admiration in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Chen. There were not many people in the whole country who could be respected by Uncle Liu like this.

Of course, the only person who could make him spend 3.6 billion to buy a work was Jiang Chen.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room has reached more than 85 million, and the dense rewards and barrage in the live broadcast room have never stopped. Even with 100,000 viewers and millions of levels of super-large rewards, the special effects have never stopped.

Other top anchors would jump for excitement if a huge reward special effect appeared during their live broadcasts in one night, but for Jiang Chen, it seemed like the TV was stuck and it kept playing in a loop.

"It's well written, and it feels so comfortable to read, giving people a very lofty artistic conception."

"This is poetry. Poetry needs to be savored slowly and carefully. It is not like the ancient poems like Nian Nu Jiao and Shui Tiao Ge Tou written by Jiang Chen, which are amazing when you read them. The more you savor the Yellow Crane Tower written by Lao Jiang, the more delicious it becomes."

"Thanks to Lao Jiang for his work on the Yellow Crane Tower, a stone tablet will be carved and placed at the entrance tomorrow."

"Old Jiang, when are you coming to Shanghai to write another piece about Shanghai?"

"Hahaha, just a joke. Lao Jiang has lived in Shanghai for seven or eight years."

"Old Jiang wrote Lang Tao Sha by the Huangpu River, but he's still not satisfied?"

"Look at how many works Jiang wrote in Chang'an. Not to mention the many frontier poems, the Song of Everlasting Regret alone is enough to astonish the world."

"Old Jiang, how about this work for the lucky draw?"

"You're thinking shit!"

"Wow, Lao Jiang hasn't put down his pen yet, is he going to continue writing?"

……

indeed!

Jiang Chen finished writing the poem Yellow Crane Tower.

Han Qing, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong and others quickly helped to collect the original copy of Yellow Crane Tower.

Yan Ruyu was about to help, but seeing that Jiang Chen was still holding the brush with a gleam in his eyes, she began to grind the ink steadily again and stood beside Jiang Chen like a sculpture.

Jiang Chen held the brush, still looking at the Yellow Crane Tower and the Yangtze River in front of him, with a trace of melancholy on his face.

The others also felt inexplicably worried and were slightly affected by Jiang Chen's emotions. They didn't know what Jiang Chen was thinking.

Logically speaking, Jiang Chen's current status and treatment are already the envy of everyone.

He is worth tens of billions, earns billions every day, is admired by hundreds of millions of people, and is known as the greatest calligrapher and poet of all time. He is also known as the number one figure in the Chinese music scene today.

There are many top beauties around me...

What's not to like about this?
Perhaps, this is the artist’s mentality?
Sad about the passing of time?

However, Jiang Chen had just written an autumn poem yesterday, and he did not feel sad about autumn.

When everyone is confused.

Jiang Chen's brush slowly fell again.

Everyone once again stared at Jiang Chen's hands and the brush in his hand.

The pen tip slowly fell on the paper again.

That pleasing note appeared again.

It's still such a pleasure to watch.

Uncle Liu had an urge to follow Jiang Chen all the time, just like Li Wenjun and others, just to be able to see Jiang Chen writing on the spot often. It was really a pleasure.

Whether it is Jiang Chen's own state or the handwriting he wrote, it is a supreme art that is pleasing to the eye, not an art that should exist in the mortal world.

After feeling emotional, Uncle Liu looked at what Jiang Chen had written again.

Tang Duoling!
When he saw these three words, he knew that this was an ancient poem.

Moreover, it is a relatively rare ci tune name, one that is rarely written throughout history and is not known to most people.

Because there are no popular masterpieces handed down from this tune.

There are many more such ci forms.

There are actually only a few ancient poetry forms that are familiar to everyone, namely the ones that require students to memorize and write the entire text in textbooks. In fact, not much is known about the others.

Only those who love literature and study literature professionally can understand more.

However, at this moment, everyone obviously did not have time to think so much, and they all stared carefully at every word written by Jiang Chen.

"Tang Duoling."

"Reeds fill Dingzhou, cold sands carry shallow currents. I pass by South Tower again after 20 years. The boat is tied to the willows but still not stable. How many days will it take? It will be Mid-Autumn Festival again."

"At the Yellow Crane's Broken Rock, have old friends ever been here? The old mountains and rivers are all filled with new sorrows. I want to buy some osmanthus flowers and carry some wine with me, but it's never the same as when I was young."

Jiang Chen wrote as if possessed by a god, his pen swiftly writing down each word, and he quickly finished the work.

After writing, there was a moment of silence at the scene.

Everyone stared at this piece of work and studied it for a while.

Suddenly, tears appeared in Uncle Liu's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "It's not like the youthful days! Yes, it's not the youthful days after all."

"Jiang Chen's works are full of life insights. I don't know why he has so many life insights at such a young age. Maybe this is genius."

Uncle Liu was thinking with melancholy in his heart.

At this time, Jiang Chen slowly put down the brush in his hand, indicating that he had finished writing what he wanted to write.

Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun, Han Qing, Qin Xuerong and others quickly stepped forward to help Jiang Chen clean up the desk. They put the work they had just finished and the Yellow Crane Tower in front of them together, and waited for the ink to dry before putting them away.

Everyone around craned their necks to look.

The live broadcast room was bombarded with dense barrages of comments.

(End of this chapter)