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Jiang Chen’s words!

The people around and many viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned for a moment.

Then the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded.

"Here it comes, the most anticipated part is here."

"Lao Jiang didn't write a single piece this time, which is different from the last time he went to Xiangbei. I thought Lao Jiang had no inspiration recently, but I didn't expect him to come up with it all of a sudden."

“I am looking forward to Lao Jiang’s work. I wonder if it will be another masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.”

"If you say someone else is going to write a masterpiece, I will spit in your face, but if you say Lao Jiang, then I am looking forward to it."

"Woo woo woo, Lao Jiang is going to draw a lottery?"

“Is there a lottery today?”

"Lao Jiang, when will the lottery be held?"

"Old Jiang..."

……

The live broadcast room was filled with barrages of comments and reward messages, and the number of online users increased suddenly, and is about to exceed 80 million.

And on site.

Han Qing and Yan Ruyu reacted immediately and took down the things that had just been loaded into the car, including the pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Sisters Yang Qingyu and Yang Qinglan were the most excited. This was the scene they were most looking forward to and the scene they wanted to see the most.

Wang Xuenan and Wang Xuecheng, brother and sister, were also very excited.

Zheng Zehao was a little calmer. He had seen it several times in Mudanjiang in Northeast China.

Qin Xuerong, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all seemed relatively calm, but their eyes were filled with anticipation. They had read too many masterpieces written by Jiang Chen.

No matter how delicious the delicacies are, they will taste bland if you eat too much.

Wow…

Sisters Yang Qingyu and Yang Qinglan quickly moved a table out of the villa and placed it outside.

Han Qing and Yan Ruyu quickly spread out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Yan Ruyu stood in the C position again to grind ink for Jiang Chen.

No one spoke to Jiang Chen, for fear of disturbing his inspiration, which might affect the creation of a masterpiece that would last for centuries.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the desk, looked at the dense group of people in front of him who came to see him off, then turned to look at Yan Ruyu who was concentrating on grinding ink, and Wang Xuenan and Yang Qingyu beside him, then he slowly picked up the brush in front of him and lightly dipped it in the inkstone.

Everyone around him widened their eyes and held their breath, fearing that their breathing would affect Jiang Chen's thinking.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room quickly exceeded 80 million and was still rising rapidly.

Li Yumin and his deputy, who were far away in Shanghai, were staring at Jiang Chen's live broadcast in the office. This had become their daily job, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

The deputy murmured in a low voice: "If Jiang Chen draws a lottery again, it will definitely set off the entire Internet!"

Li Yumin shook his head: "Not likely!"

The two stopped talking, both knowing that this was just their hope.

Jiang Chen's works are so precious that it is impossible for them to be given away so frequently.

Even if Jiang Chen doesn't care, he definitely knows the value of his work and will subconsciously give away as little as possible.

On the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen was seen holding the brush and slowly writing.

Li Yumin and his deputy were still staring expectantly.

Yan Ruyu, Han Qing, Qin Xuerong and others at the scene were also staring at Jiang Chen's brush.

Jiang Chen's brush fell, and without any hesitation, he wrote like a dragon, and one artistic character after another quickly appeared on the paper.

Huanxisha.

The three words jump out of the paper.

Everyone around knew instantly that this was an ancient poem!

Huanxisha is an ancient ci tune that most people are familiar with, because everyone has recited Huanxisha's ci tune works in textbooks.

After Jiang Chen finished writing the three words "Huan Xi Sha", the brush did not stop at all and moved quickly across the white paper.

Calligraphy fonts that are unforgettable at first sight appear on the white paper.

"At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are short and invade the stream. The sandy road between the pines is clean and free of mud. The cuckoo cries in the evening rain."

“Who says life will never be young again? The water in front of your door can still flow west! Don’t sing about the yellow chicken with your white hair.”

A few lines of text quickly appeared under Jiang Chen's pen.

A complete ancient poem appears on paper.

Yan Ruyu stopped grinding ink and murmured in a low voice: "The orchid buds below the mountain are short and invade the stream. The sandy road between the pines is clean and free of mud. The evening rain is drizzling and the cuckoo is crying. Who says that life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west! Don't sing about the yellow chicken with white hair! Who says that life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west. It's well written!"

Qin Xuerong whispered: "The words are good, and the characters are even better!"

Yang Qingyu and Yang Qinglan were both stunned. The calligraphy, the work, and the artistic atmosphere shocked them both.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really wouldn't have believed that this was a work and calligraphy that could really be written by modern people.

Yang Qingyu whispered: "Too amazing!"

Yang Qinglan also nodded.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's image in their hearts became even more majestic.

The word "want" flashed across the dense barrage of comments in the live broadcast room.

"Lottery, I want it."

"Lao Jiang, I want to... when will the lottery be held?"

"Lao Jiang, I want it!"

"want to……"

"Lao Jiang, I want to..."

……

Most viewers want to get the original works of Jiang Chen, as it is a chance to change their destiny.

only!

Jiang Chen said nothing and still held the brush.

Han Qing reacted quickly, reached out and gently picked up the "Huan Xi Sha" written on it and put it aside to dry.

Yan Ruyu also reacted quickly and began to grind the ink again, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

Qin Xuerong, Yang Qingyu, and Yang Qinglan all stared at Jiang Chen expectantly with their eyes wide open.

They didn't expect that Jiang Chen would actually write a second song?
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room exploded again, and many viewers did not expect that Jiang Chen wrote two works in a row this time.

The Huan Xi Sha that has just been washed is no worse than the Huan Xi Sha of the same tune that we all recited in textbooks when we were in school when we were young.

In other words, Jiang Chen's poem Huan Xi Sha is qualified to be included in textbooks and become an exam question.

And now Jiang Chen hasn't stopped yet.

Far away in Chengdu, on the campus of Sichuan University.

Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang gathered in front of the live broadcast screen on their mobile phones again, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast excitedly.

Yan Yiqing said softly: "Jiang Chen's calligraphy has actually improved a little! Is he going to become an immortal through calligraphy? He has come this far, and there is still room for improvement?"

Zhang Shuwen also nodded: "Yes, I thought his last calligraphy work was the end of calligraphy and reached the limit of calligraphy art. Unexpectedly, he has a breakthrough this time. I don't know where his limit is. This poem is also very well written."

Lin Shuang smiled and said, "Professor Zhang, you have been spoiled by Jiang Chen's previous works! You actually said that this Huan Xi Sha is just very good. This Huan Xi Sha is also good enough for the textbook. In the past hundred years, no one else can write it except Jiang Chen."

After hearing this, Zhang Shuwen and Yan Yiqing blushed.

Zhang Shuwen knew that he had spoken too much and said the wrong thing just now. He even dared to casually say that Jiang Chen's work was good.

This song "Huan Xi Sha" is also a rare masterpiece.

He definitely beats everyone in the contemporary literary world.

Zhang Shuwen and others felt that they were not qualified to evaluate Jiang Chen's work.

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't put down the brush and continued to write.

Yan Shouzhong smiled and said, "Jiang Chen's inspiration has burst out again. It seems that he still hasn't forgotten these things."

Jiang Chen recently appeared on a TV show, practicing boxing during the live broadcast, and even taking pulses and treating illnesses like an old Chinese medicine doctor, but he just didn't write any works.

Yan Shouzhong and Yan Yiqing were all worried that Jiang Chen might gradually stop being able to write works in the future.

Now seeing that Jiang Chen was going to write two works in succession and his calligraphy had improved, and he had even written such a masterpiece as Huan Xi Sha, several people felt a little relieved.

Jiang Chen's brush slowly fell on the white paper again.

A few words appeared on the paper again.

Divinationist.

It’s another ancient poetry tune!
Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang stopped talking and just stared at the live broadcast screen without blinking.

Then, Jiang Chen's hands moved freely, and the brush and his arm seemed to have merged into one, and the brush had become a part of Jiang Chen's body.

Lines of text appeared again.

"Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to look from the Chaoran Terrace, half a moat of spring water and a city of flowers. Mist and rain darken thousands of houses."

"After the Cold Food Festival, I sober up and sigh. Don't think about my homeland when meeting old friends, but try new tea with new fire. Enjoy poetry and wine while you are young."

Watching Jiang Chen finish writing this ancient poem fluently in one go.

Zhang Shuwen stood up again and couldn't help cheering, "Well, well, well, well written, what a great poem to enjoy while you are young! I can't help but want to have a drink right now."

Yan Yiqing shook his head slightly, as if tasting something, and said admiringly: "It really makes me want to have a drink. I must have a drink later! Enjoy poetry and wine while you are young. If you don't drink a few glasses while you can, you won't be able to drink anymore!"

Lin Shuang couldn't bear to take her eyes off the live broadcast screen, and smiled and said, "Don't think about your homeland when you meet old friends, and try new tea with new fire, and enjoy poetry and wine while you are young! How about calling everyone tonight and having a drink together?"

The "everyone" that Lin Shuang is talking about are colleagues who recently resigned from universities across the country and came to work at Sichuan University.

They all came here for Jiang Chen, and they all had some dreams and pursuits, so they all had common interests, got along well with each other, and often had meals together.

Now seeing Jiang Chen's Bu Suan Zi, Lin Shuang wanted to call everyone out for dinner and a drink.

Zhang Shuwen immediately agreed: "Okay, call everyone out and have a drink together!"

Yan Yiqing smiled and said, "I'll go too, old man!"

Several people quickly decided on a dinner party in the evening.

Lin Shuang whispered, "It would be great if Jiang Chen could come along."

Several people were silent for a moment, all of them felt a little regretful and expectant.

It's a pity that I can't have dinner and a drink with Jiang Chen.

But they also look forward to it. When Jiang Chen returns to Chengdu in the future, they will have many opportunities to meet and interact with Jiang Chen, eat and drink together, and talk about calligraphy and poetry.

It’s cool to imagine that scene.

…………

After Jiang Chen finished writing this Bu Suan Zi, he slowly put down his brush, indicating that he was done.

Yan Ruyu beside him could not help but recite it again: "Spring is not old yet, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to look from the Chaoran Terrace, half a moat of spring water and a city of flowers. Mist and rain darken thousands of houses. After the Cold Food Festival, I sober up and sigh. Don't think about my homeland when meeting old friends, but try new tea with new fire. Enjoy poetry and wine while you are young."

"Well, what a good time to enjoy poetry and wine!"

Yan Ruyu felt her voice was trembling. This sentence really touched her heart and also reflected her character.

That's why she boldly came to Jiang Chen and put aside her pride to do so many things for Jiang Chen. It was because she dared to love and hate, and did what she wanted to do, not wanting to regret missing out in the future.

Similarly, Qin Xuerong, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and Yan Ruyu have similar personalities, so they gathered together around Jiang Chen. They looked at each other and felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

Yang Qingyu, Yang Qinglan, Wang Xuenan, Wang Xuecheng, and Zheng Zehao were all excited.

“Is this what it feels like to witness a masterpiece come to life?”

Yang Qingyu's pretty face flushed with excitement. She felt as if she had witnessed history and been written into the history books.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also very excited.

"I almost jumped up when I saw it. It's so well written. This line of poetry is about drinking and enjoying life while you are young!"

"I'm going out for a drink now, who's coming with me? The destination is Beijing!"

"Wow, I want this work, Lao Jiang, can I draw a prize?"

"Lao Jiang, I want it, I want it, I want it..."

"Old Jiang..."

…………

There were also genuinely excited discussions from the many spectators gathered on the surrounding beaches.

Jiang Chen looked at the two pieces of work he had written, reached out and picked up Huan Xi Sha, handed it to Yang Qingyu, and said seriously: "Qingyu, thank you for your hospitality and for making so many delicious foods for us. I don't have any gifts to repay you, so I'll give you this piece of work, please don't despise it!"

Yang Qingyu's eyes widened, his mind went blank, and he was stunned for a moment.

The younger sister Yang Qinglan pushed her sister Yang Qingyu, and Yang Qingyu quickly came to her senses. She looked at Jiang Chen with big eyes, and her pretty face was full of disbelief: "Give it to me? Jiang Chen, are you sure you want to give this work to me?"

Jiang Chen nodded: "Of course, as long as you like it!"

Yang Qingyu immediately showed an excited smile: "I like it, I like it, of course I like it! Thank you, thank you for your gift, it's great, thank you!"

Yang Qingyu was so excited that he was a little incoherent, but then he saw the remaining divination set on the table and felt a little envious.

Because, in comparison, "Bu Suanzi" seems to be more catchy than "Huan Xisha", and the last line "Drink while you are young" is also more likable.

Jiang Chen picked up the painting with the ink not yet dry, handed it to Wang Xuenan with both hands, and said with a smile: "Xuenan, this painting is for you. Thank you for your grand hospitality. I have had a very happy two days here."

Wang Xuenan blinked her big eyes and asked in disbelief, "You gave it to me? Really?"

Although, when Jiang Chen started writing the work just now, Yang Qingyu, Yang Qinglan, Wang Xuenan, and Wang Xuecheng had already made some guesses based on Jiang Chen's past style of doing things.

but……

When Jiang Chen really handed the two works to them respectively.

They were both so surprised that they couldn't believe it!

This is Jiang Chen's authentic work...

How many top collectors in the country dream of owning one? (End of this chapter)