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

Chapter 88 87. Stunning modern poetry! Jiang Chen’s appearance is a miracle of this era.

Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, Pu Yuexi, Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui and others present were no longer surprised by such situations.

No matter how miraculous something is, you will get used to it after seeing it a few times.

Even though such things could not be seen anywhere else, they had never seen anything like it in their decades of life.

Li Hui said softly: "Following Xiao Jiang these past two days has given me the illusion that writing poetry has become very simple."

Wang Zhenhua smiled bitterly and said, "I really tried to write it last night. Haha, let's not talk about it!"

Li Hui moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

Obviously, she also tried to write it herself, but she is too embarrassed to say it now, so it is obviously better not to mention it.

In the past, they would not think that what they wrote was so bad, because they had all published books, including calligraphy, some essays and poetry collections.

Facts have proved that when the entire environment is bad, people living in this environment don’t know how bad they are!
It was not until I saw the true beauty that I realized that everything I had done before was a piece of shit.

This is the case with Li Hui and Wang Zhenhua now. They blush when they think of the essays, prose and poetry collections they had published before.

Only by really trying it will you realize how precious each of Jiang Chen’s works is.

Every word must be carefully considered, and you must think about it over and over again, and consider the rhyme, rhythm, artistic conception, and so on!

Every word made them feel at a loss as to where to start.

Regardless of the quality of the work itself, it is not an easy task to write an ancient poem in the correct format smoothly and without pause. Not many people in the national writer circle can do it.

It is not in the same dimension as the things they wrote casually before.

The barrage of comments from hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room instantly filled the screen.

"I've been waiting for this moment, to see the great work of Jiang Zemin come out."

"The people of Suzhou are so lucky! Jiang Zemin is going to leave another work behind!"

"Old Jiang, please go back to the Magic City. The Magic City cannot live without you."

"Back? Lao Jiang is from Rongcheng. Our great Rongcheng has been looking forward to Lao Jiang's return home. The Demon City is a cage. Lao Jiang finally escaped. How could they trick you into going back to the Demon City?"

"When Lao Jiang picks up the pen, I get more excited than when he stands in front of the microphone."

"Ah ah ah..."

……

The audiences on both sides of the scene were waving and cheering at Jiang Chen excitedly.

Jiang Chen stood at the bow, waved casually in response, then turned and walked towards the table prepared by Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, and Pu Yuexi.

Because of their anxiety, beads of sweat appeared on the pretty faces of several people, making their hair stick to their cheeks, exuding a hint of fragrance.

Jiang Chen said softly: "Thank you!"

Several people smiled at the same time. With this thank you, they felt that everything they did was worth it.

Han Qing immediately began to grind ink for Jiang Chen.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui and others also walked up quietly, craning their necks to look at Jiang Chen.

He Xianzhang, who had already returned home, was sitting in the study room at this moment, watching the live broadcast on the phone on the desk. He looked at Jiang Chen in the picture with expectation, and murmured in a low voice: "I should have come back later. I missed another work of Jiang Chen. I wonder if Jiang Chen's calligraphy has improved this time."

He Xianzhang couldn't help but feel surprised and envious when he thought that Jiang Chen's calligraphy improved every time he wrote a work.

Such a talent for calligraphy is truly incredible.

Similarly, Huang Wenqing, Li Cheng, Hu Yu and others who left Qin Hanming’s boat today were watching Jiang Chen’s live broadcast at home. This was almost the first time they asked young people in their family to help them watch the live broadcast!
Huang Wenqing's granddaughter Huang Xiaoxiao said excitedly: "Grandpa, you also watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast!"

Huang Wenqing stared at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen and said with a smile, "Yes, I saw it for the first time today. Did you know Jiang Chen before?"

Huang Xiaoxiao: "Of course, I followed him when he performed in Shanghai. He changed three live broadcast platforms, and I followed all three platforms. He sings so beautifully, and every song is his own original. In addition, the poems he wrote are also very good. Many people in our school are his fans."

Huang Wenqing was sure then that Jiang Chen had been popular for quite some time, but they, the older generation, had never paid attention to live broadcasts and online information, and had long been out of touch with the young people, so they did not notice Jiang Chen's existence.

If they occasionally watch Douyin videos or go to Weibo, they can hear Jiang Chen's music and see videos of Jiang Chen's handwriting.

Huang Xiaoxiao immediately found common ground with her grandfather Huang Wenqing and said excitedly, "Yesterday I went to welcome Jiang Chen to Suzhou. There were tens of thousands of people gathered on the canal. It was so lively. Jiang Chen sang a new song called Travel. It was very nice. I downloaded it and listened to it all day."

Huang Wenqing kept smiling after hearing this, but there was a trace of regret and sadness in his heart.

because!

Granddaughter Huang Xiaoxiao is more concerned about Jiang Chen's pop music and live broadcast effects.

I don't care much about Jiang Chen's poetry and calligraphy skills.

Although, Huang Xiaoxiao also knew from the analysis of some viewers on the Internet that several of Jiang Chen's poems were masterpieces that were worthy of being handed down through the ages, and as time passed, they would inevitably become household names known to all Chinese people.

However, Huang Xiaoxiao is still not interested in these ancient poems and is more interested in Jiang Chen's pop music works.

All of Jiang Chen's music works on the Internet have a good degree of dissemination and good sales. However, these poems and lyrics that made the older generation of literati excited and burst into tears are not very popular. People who like them naturally like them very much, but those who don't like them don't like them.

This is the era of pop music, this is the era of traffic, this is the era of entertainment first.

Huang Xiaoxiao is not an isolated case, but reflects the thoughts of most young people.

Huang Wenqing suddenly understood why the literary world was in decline, why there had been no good literary works for decades, and why there had been no new calligraphy masters for more than a decade.

This is the choice of the times...

"Hey!"

Huang Wenqing couldn't help but sigh, and looking at Jiang Chen's eyes on the live broadcast screen, he became more serious and eager!

It is so precious that a Jiang Chen appeared in such an era.

perhaps!

There can only be one Jiang Chen like this, and there won’t be another one in the future.

Huang Wenqing suddenly developed a sense of mission in his heart, wanting to do something for Jiang Chen and the Chinese literary world.

Works such as Lang Tao Sha Ling, Mu Jiang Yin, Min Nong, Yu Meiren, Zui Hua Yin, and Ye Mooring at Fengqiao should not be ignored.

Huang Xiaoxiao suddenly said in surprise: "Jiang Chen is going to write!"

Huang Wenqing also put away his thoughts and stared at Jiang Chen's hand without blinking.

Viewers in many other live broadcast rooms also looked closely at Jiang Chen's hands and brush, not wanting to miss any details of every word Jiang Chen wrote.

Zhang Li was also watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast in the hotel. Seeing that the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had once again exceeded 200,000, she recharged another 10,000 yuan as a reward with trembling fingers.

on site.

There were more spectators on both sides of the canal, and more cruise ships following Jiang Chen.

The brush in Jiang Chen's hand quickly fell on the rice paper.

Fragment!

The two words appeared quickly, and Jiang Chen wrote more freely and at will.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Qin Xuerong, Han Qing and others all stared at these two words.

Obviously, this is not the name of any ci tune they are familiar with, and it does not look like the name of an ancient poem.

what is that?
A possibility instantly came to everyone’s mind – modern poetry!

Modern poetry? ?

However, when thinking about Jiang Chen’s previous works such as Lang Tao Sha Ling, Mu Jiang Yin, Yu Meiren, Zui Hua Yin, etc., they have nothing to do with the literary term "modern poetry".

They have always instinctively believed that Jiang Chen is not interested in modern poetry, cannot write modern poetry, and specializes in the field of ancient poetry, which is why he has written so many ancient poems that have become masterpieces.

Now seeing that Jiang Chen seems to want to write modern poetry, everyone is a little surprised.

Jiang Chen didn't care about the eyes of everyone around him, and focused on writing every word. This was a rare opportunity to practice calligraphy. Only when he was fully committed like this would his calligraphy experience points increase significantly.

Fragment.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

Viewers are looking at you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows,
You decorate other people's dreams.

The four short sentences appear on rice paper, each word is written easily and freely, revealing a kind of artistic conception.

There was a moment of silence on the boat.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Qin Xuerong and others all widened their eyes, feeling a little shocked and a little amazed.

Although they all prefer ancient poetry, it doesn't mean that they don't understand modern poetry.

On the contrary, they live in modern times, grew up in modern times, and learn modern cultural knowledge, so they actually have a better understanding and deeper knowledge of modern poetry.

Because almost all of them have written their own modern poetry collections.

and so.

Only then could they see that this fragment written by Jiang Chen on the spot was definitely a rare masterpiece of modern poetry. It was at least several levels better than those modern poems they wrote.

It is in no way inferior to the classic modern poems that they are familiar with, have been recited for decades and are included in textbooks.

Moreover, it is in line with the surrounding environment, scenes and characters.

The arch bridges over the canal were filled with people looking at them. There were also people standing on some quaint attics on both sides looking at them. In the sky not far away, the bright moon was faintly visible.

This was obviously another work that Jiang Chen created on the spot based on his inspiration from the people and things at the scene.

However, the feeling of loneliness expressed in this poem is in stark contrast to the bustling scene around it.

This was a modern poem that none of them had expected.

Li Hui said softly: "It's so well written, every sentence is full of artistic conception and charm, and there is a sense of enjoyable loneliness."

Wang Zhenhua said seriously: "This fragment is different from ordinary modern poems in that it has a flavor of ancient poetry between the lines, and also has the style of European and American modern poetry. This is a relatively harmonious fusion. Perhaps only a genius like Jiang Chen who has a deep understanding of ancient poetry can write such a unique modern poem."

It is obvious that Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui are both true professionals in the field. They made a simple appreciation of this modern poem at a glance and pointed out the unique core of this poem.

Qin Xuerong, a professor of Chinese at Shuangxing University, was qualified enough to speak. He said, "This kind of modern poetry that combines Chinese and Western elements is indeed very rare. It is almost unheard of. Because we experienced a thousand-year low in the last century, many writers at that time doubted their own culture and began to learn Europeanization. The same was true for poetry. This gave birth to modern poetry, which almost all learned the form of European modern poetry."

"But Jiang Chen's poem is not just a European modern poem, it also has our own unique ancient poetry flavor, which is very rare."

Qin Xuerong likes this short modern poem very much and thinks it is of great research value.

Many comments in the live broadcast room were also full of praise.

"Lao Jiang's modern poetry is very interesting to read."

"It's Lao Jiang's on-the-spot inspiration again. His talent is beyond compare."

"so amazing!"

"The title gives people a feeling of endless aftertaste, a feeling that it will never end."

"Lao Jiang's poems never disappoint us. Even his first modern poem is so amazing!"

……

He Xianzhang, who was watching the live broadcast, also widened his eyes slightly: "Modern poetry? Jiang Chen also has such profound attainments in modern poetry?"

Obviously, He Xianzhang also saw the extraordinary nature of this modern poem.

He didn't expect that Jiang Chen could write such an extraordinary modern poem.

However, he then paid more attention to the calligraphy written by Jiang Chen: "The font has improved a little bit compared to last time. Each word has its own flavor and style, and the image of the master is more intense. It really is possible to step into the master's shoes at any time. From now on, I can't miss any of Jiang Chen's live broadcasts."

“Perhaps, when he writes live, he will be able to become a master in one fell swoop. I will also be able to witness the birth of the first calligraphy master of the new era.”

He Xianzhang's eyes were full of admiration and anticipation, as if he had already seen the day when Jiang Chen would become a master of calligraphy.

……

Huang Wenqing also praised after reading this fragment: "Good poem, good calligraphy! Xiaoxiao, if your calligraphy can be half as good as Jiang Chen's, I will die without regrets."

Huang Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "Grandpa, I can't sit still if I have to practice calligraphy for so long every day. Grandpa, please watch over me. I'm going to go out and play first."

After saying that, Huang Xiaoxiao ran out.

Huang Wenqing shook his head, his face full of helplessness. He knew that this was the main reason why there had not been a master in the Chinese calligraphy world for more than a decade.

The pace of life is too fast and there are too many entertainment options for young people to sit still.

There are fewer and fewer young people practicing calligraphy, so the probability of a master emerging is naturally much smaller.

Let alone calligraphy, how many young people today write words that are pleasing to the eye?

The era of computers and mobile phones has been around for so many years, and many people rarely write anymore. Suddenly, when they try to write, they will forget the words they write. They can't remember how to write the words for a while, including their own names.

In such an era, it would be a miracle if a calligraphy master could still emerge.

Therefore, Jiang Chen’s appearance is a miracle.

Huang Wenqing recommended Jiang Chen's live broadcast room to his son Huang Bo, who teaches at Peking University: "Take a look at this anchor's calligraphy and works."

Huang Bo was practicing calligraphy in the study of his home in Beijing at this time. He was copying a piece of calligraphy written by a master calligrapher three hundred years ago. He had just finished writing it when he suddenly received a message from his grandfather. He opened it out of curiosity and saw that his grandfather had actually sent him an anchor?
Huang Bo's face was full of surprise.

He knew that his father never went online to pay attention to these messy things.

Of course, he himself is not very interested in these and has hardly ever watched the live broadcast.

Huang Bo didn't click in, but called the old man directly: "Dad, did you recommend a host to me?"

He was afraid that his father's phone was infected and would send him telecom fraud messages, and he would be defrauded if he clicked on them, so he called to ask in person.

Huang Wenqing: "Yes, I sent it to you. Click in and take a look."

Huang Bo looked even more surprised. It turned out that his father had pushed the video to him. He asked curiously, "Who is the anchor? Dad, have you been keeping up with the times recently? Have you watched the live broadcast? Did Xiaoxiao show it to you?"

Huang Wenqing listened to Huang Bo's questions and said impatiently, "You will know after you take a look. This is a genius I met in Suzhou today! He is a genius in calligraphy and poetry. He also composes his own songs and sings live. He is very popular around Shanghai. I think his talent has been buried, so I recommend him to you."

Curiosity flashed in Huang Bo's eyes.

What kind of genius would make his father value him so much and personally recommend him to himself?
and……

How can a very popular anchor in the Shanghai area be buried?
He is a very popular anchor, so there must be a lot of people watching him. How come he is being forgotten?
Huang Bo thought about it in his heart, but agreed: "Okay, I'll go in and take a look."

Huang Wenqing was afraid that his son would not take it seriously, so he said, "He came to Suzhou with Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua and others, and wrote a poem at Hanshan Temple. The copyright has now been bought by the Hanshan Temple scenic area, and it will be engraved on the stone tablet at the entrance of the Hanshan Temple scenic area. Just now, he wrote another excellent modern poem during the live broadcast."

"I heard this afternoon that Qin Hanming's granddaughter, Qin Xuerong, has invited him on behalf of Shuangxing University to give an open class at Shuangxing University!"

Huang Bo took this seriously. He didn't care much about other information, but he cared a lot about Qin Xuerong and Shuangxing University. He sat up straight and said, "Dad, are you telling the truth? Qin Xuerong invited him to give a lecture at Shuangxing on behalf of Shuangxing?"

Huang Bo knew Qin Xuerong very well.

When Qin Xuerong was taking the college entrance examination, Huang Bo invited Qin Xuerong to study at Peking University, but Qin Xuerong refused. Later, when Qin Xuerong was studying for a master's and doctoral degree, Huang Bo invited Qin Xuerong again. He really wanted Qin Xuerong to come to Peking University to study under him and become his student, but unfortunately he was rejected again.

Later, after Qin Xuerong graduated, Huang Bo again invited Qin Xuerong to teach at Peking University, but was still rejected.

Therefore, Huang Bo thinks highly of Qin Xuerong, and feels a kind of regret that he cannot get her. He knows that Qin Xuerong's calligraphy is at the level of a famous calligrapher at a young age. With time, it is inevitable that she will become a great calligrapher. She may have the hope of becoming a master of calligraphy in her lifetime. At the same time, she has also made achievements in the field of poetry research, published many papers, and published her own poetry collection, etc.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xuerong personally invited this anchor to give lectures at Shuangxing?

Then this anchor...

What is sacred?
Huang Wenqing said affirmatively: "After you read his works, you will know whether what I said is true or not!"

Huang Bo: "Okay, Dad, I'll take a good look at his work."

hang up the phone.

Huang Bo clicked on the live broadcast room link sent by his father Huang Wenqing. As soon as he entered, he saw an extremely lively live broadcast room with 230,000 people online and dense barrage of reward messages, which surprised him. How could such a popular live broadcast room be buried?
If it weren't buried, how many people would have to watch it online?

In the live broadcast room, Huang Bo saw a young man standing on the bow of a boat, waving and interacting with many people on the surrounding shore, with a slightly frown. There seemed to be nothing worth noting, except that the young man was handsome and had a gentle temperament?

Huang Bo exited the live broadcast room and searched Jiang Chen's name on the search engine. All of a sudden, a lot of information came out. The first ones were videos of Jiang Chen singing some of his best-selling songs, such as Single Love Song and Horse Herding City. After a few videos, a title appeared - Lang Tao Sha Ling, the most amazing Song Dynasty poem!
Song poetry?

Huang Bo clicked in!

After two minutes, the playback ends!
Huang Bo clicked play again with trembling fingers, then quickly took out his glasses and put them on so that he could see more clearly. He carefully watched the video playing on the phone screen, watching the words written by Jiang Chen while standing by the Huangpu River with a brush, Lang Tao Sha Ling!
After reading the last word, Huang Bo took a deep breath and searched the last two sentences of Lang Tao Sha Ling with a serious expression. However, no other results appeared except Jiang Chen's work.

"It is indeed stunning. I don't realize I am just a guest in a dream, and I indulge in pleasure for a while. The flowing water and falling flowers are like the passing of spring, it is heaven on earth! Such a sentence is simply not something that a human can write. It is more stunning than the classic Song Dynasty poems in the textbooks. Every word is like it fell from the sky."

Huang Bo commented softly: "And his calligraphy also has the aura of a master. Among all the calligraphers I have ever seen, he is the one who has the most aura of a master. He may become a real master at any time. Why have I never heard of such a young man before?"

Huang Bo now understood why his father Huang Wenqing said that Jiang Chen was buried.

Such talent and calligraphy skills should have long ago become popular in the national literary world and should be known to everyone.

But he had never heard of it.

Huang Bo clicked on the subsequent video.

Pity the farmers.

Song of the Dusk River.

poppy.

Drunk in the shade of flowers.

Night mooring at Maple Bridge.

There are also videos for the fragments that I wrote not long ago.

After watching all the videos of his works, Huang Bo walked back and forth in his study room excitedly: "Such an amazing talent has only been seen by more than 200,000 people and is only circulated in the Yangtze River Delta. It is indeed buried."

"He should be known to the world!"

"These few pieces of his are worthy of being passed down through the ages and are worthy of being included in textbooks."

Huang Bo walked around the study room and gradually calmed down. Then he selected a few videos of Jiang Chen writing his works and downloaded them to his mobile phone. He then sent these videos to his undergraduate student group: "Take a good look at these works, and everyone should give me a copy of their appreciation of the works in the next class." Then, he sent it to the groups of several graduate students he led, saying the same thing: "Take a good look at these works, and everyone should give me a copy of their appreciation of the works. The more detailed the better."

Huang Bo’s undergraduate class group and graduate student group instantly went viral.

"Why did Mr. Huang suddenly assign homework?"

"It's already evening, and homework suddenly fell from the sky. Lao Huang, I love you!"

"Let's wait and see. Old Huang is acting so abnormally, there must be something wrong."

"The good kid who loves to study has already clicked on it and it seems to be a live video of a host, and he is writing!"

A few minutes passed!
The group immediately went wild.

"Fuck! I can understand Lao Huang's feelings. I was so excited that I cried. Now I just want to write 100,000 words to evaluate these works. Is this something a modern person can write? I can't believe it!"

"Who is Jiang Chen? He is so famous, why don't we know him? The works he wrote simply astound me. His talent is not inferior to that of several great writers throughout the ages! I only know about such a person and such works now! I feel like I missed out on billions of dollars before."

"I didn't realize I was just a guest in the dream, I indulged myself in pleasure for a moment. The flowing water and falling flowers are the end of spring, heaven and earth! Just these two sentences are enough to be recorded in history. I suddenly have a research topic."

"Hasn't anyone noticed that his calligraphy is pretty amazing too?"

"After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say it's not heartbreaking, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers! Ah, these words touched my heart. He actually gave the original work to someone else. I want it too. I'm a little crazy now. It's too well written."

"Song of the Peasants, Song of the Dusk River, and Mooring at Maple Bridge at Night are all very well written, and are not inferior to any of the 300 selected Tang poems."

"This fragment is freshly written, and the modern poetry is also very well written. Is this Jiang Chen's talent really human?"

“It’s totally unlike us modern people.”

"If I can write one of these poems, I will die without regrets, and my name will be ranked at the top of the family tree."

"Mr. Huang must have been quite upset, so he asked us to do our homework!"

"Mr. Huang is probably copying in his study."

"He is actually a live streamer. I'll go to his live studio and take a look."

"His live broadcast room has more than 200,000 people, so it should be very popular, but I've never heard of it. It's so weird."

“The songs he composed himself are pretty good too!”

……

Huang Bo's students all went to Jiang Chen's live broadcast room, contributing some popularity to Jiang Chen.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room remained at around 220,000 to 230,000.

After Jiang Chen finished writing the fragment, he stopped writing and just stood on the bow of the boat to admire the night view of the canal. The people on the surrounding shores were all watching him, waving and shouting at him. Jiang Chen mostly ignored them and only waved in response a few times.

After the boat traveled for a distance, Jiang Chen said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Thank you for the enthusiasm of our Suzhou friends. You are too enthusiastic. I dare not stay any longer, otherwise I will not want to leave. Tomorrow morning, we will continue to set off north."

Jiang Chen announced his itinerary again and headed north.

Tonight's live broadcast was a real outdoor live broadcast. Jiang Chen did not write anything or sing any songs.

Because the cruise ship had not stopped, the people on both sides of the shore did not gather together. There were not many people at this time. After all, everyone had their own nightlife. It was enough to join in the fun, meet Jiang Chen, wave and interact, record a video and post it on WeChat Moments or Douyin, and then go about their business.

After a while, Han Qing closed the live broadcast. When it ended, there were still 150,000 people watching Jiang Chen in the live broadcast room. Background data showed that more than 30,000 people still gave rewards tonight, and the reward income was as high as more than 1.3 million.

Jiang Chen's live broadcast room does not receive large rewards from super rich people. The most single-time reward from a single person is only about 100,000. However, there are a lot of people who give rewards, so there are at least hundreds of thousands of reward income every day, and sometimes two or three million.

In this way, if the show is broadcast every day, Jiang Chen will earn at least tens of millions per month!
Han Qing admired it in her heart, but then she didn't care anymore.

No matter how much Jiang Chen earns, she thinks he deserves it.

Shouldn't such talented and capable people make a lot of money?
Isn't he better than those young handsome guys who can't do anything except show their faces and act cute, and can't even get the pitch right?
Play in one second.

Han Qing said to Jiang Chen: "Then I will go drive with Sister Yuexi tomorrow morning and set off directly."

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay!"

Qin Xuerong said: "You don't have to go get the car. Just drive directly to the dock where you park tomorrow morning. You can set off directly from the dock. I wish you a safe journey, have fun, and find what you want."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Qin Xuerong looked at Jiang Chen and said, "I can't wait to listen to your lectures at Shuangxing. Your understanding of modern and ancient poetry is beyond my imagination. I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

The more Qin Xuerong thought about that fragment, the more he found it endlessly memorable. Its artistic conception was no less than that of Jiang Chen's several ancient poems, and it was full of ancient flavor. So he wanted to ask Jiang Chen about it.

After all, she is a modern person, and her understanding and research of modern poetry is definitely higher than that of ancient poetry. She has even written a lot of modern poetry and published poetry collections.

Jiang Chen smiled, knowing his own business, and said, "I don't deserve your advice, just a few words will do."

Qin Xuerong: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the Magic City Twin Stars when you return to the Magic City."

Jiang Chen: "Okay!"

The two agreed to meet at Shuangxing next time.

Qin Xuerong then said, "By the way, are the fragments you just wrote also kept with my grandfather?"

Jiang Chen nodded: "Well, take them with you and leave them at Lao Qin's store. I'll take them with me when I go to the Magic City again."

Qin Xuerong: "I'll help you frame it."

Qin Hanming, who was not far away, laughed again when he heard it. He decided in his heart that he would upgrade the security measures in his store this time when he returned. In case Jiang Chen's works in his store were lost, he could only atone for his sins by dying. In his opinion, every work of Jiang Chen was a priceless treasure.

It's getting late.

Jiang Chen returned to his room and began to rest and sleep.

Han Qing sent him back to the room again and helped Jiang Chen tidy up the room.

Although she had tidied it last night and Jiang Chen's room was not messy at all, she just wanted to do something for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but say: "Han Qing, don't be busy anymore, you should go back and rest early!"

Han Qing spread the bed sheet again and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll go back and rest now, Boss. See you tomorrow!"

After watching Han Qing leave, Jiang Chen began to wash up. After washing up, he replied to his mother's message, reported his itinerary, watched a Broken Blade video, and closed his eyes to sleep.

When Han Qing returned to the room, washed up and lay down, she also helped Jiang Chen check Weibo. Today, the number of followers on Weibo has reached 4.5 million, and there is a significant increase every day. If this momentum is maintained, he will reach tens of millions of fans in a few days.

Only those with tens of millions of fans are considered upper-class on Weibo, because it is a gathering place for celebrities and fans. Many celebrities that ordinary people don’t know about have hundreds of millions of fans. There are simply too many celebrity artists and internet celebrities with four or five million fans to count.

At the same time, she discovered a fan Weibo account dedicated to posting Jiang Chen's live broadcast videos and works, which also had more than one million followers. According to some people, that was the earliest loyal fan of Jiang Chen's live broadcast room. Han Qing also followed Jiang Chen's account, which was considered an official certification.

Han Qing wrote down on Weibo a fragment of a modern poem that Jiang Chen had just written today, completing the interactive task on Weibo, and then read some news about Jiang Chen.

I found that there were suddenly many videos analyzing several of Jiang Chen's poems. Among them, there were some who claimed to be graduate students from the two prestigious universities of Peking University, and they gave very high praise to several of Jiang Chen's works.

"When I first saw these works, I was really astonished! If I hadn't seen them with my own eyes and all the evidence proved that they were indeed written by Jiang Chen, I would have only suspected that these were lost masterpieces of some great ancient writer and were only recently unearthed..."

"Let's take a look at the rhythm of this song Lang Tao Sha Ling. Every word is perfect! I think it's hard to find a few people who can recite the rhythm of this tune, let alone write a work about it."

"Look at this song of Poppy..."

"And this song, Drunken Flower Shadows..."

"These poems are in no way inferior to those written during the heyday of Song poetry."

"Let's take a look at these poems, Pity the Peasants..."

"Mujiangyin..."

"Night mooring at Maple Bridge..."

"These poems are among the 300 selected Tang poems. They are equally good and can even be said to be top-notch. They are not inferior to the selected Tang poems in the textbooks at all!"

"In conclusion, the excellence of these works has exceeded everyone's imagination. Even I myself cannot come to a conclusion now. Because the works themselves are indeed extremely excellent and worthy of being passed down from generation to generation, but they must also be evaluated in the context of the times. These works are unique in our time, and the evaluation may be even higher..."

……

Han Qing watched two DouYue accounts that claimed to be graduate students from Peking University. They praised Jiang Chen's works as unique, which made Han Qing very happy. She liked the videos with her own account and left a message: "So professional, so eloquent, post more."

After looking at the comments about Jiang Chen on the Internet, there are almost no negative comments, most of them are praises.

After all, Jiang Chen's works really make it difficult for any picky person to say anything bad about them.

Once some people start to argue and have to say something, there will immediately be many fans who support Jiang Chen to refute them, and their rebuttals are well-reasoned, forcing the people who are arguing to run away and shut up!

Han Qing closed her eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

……

And far away in the capital.

Huang Bo slept later than usual today.

He kept copying several works while watching the video of Jiang Chen writing.

Compassion for the Farmers, Order of the Waves on the Sand, Sing of the Dusk River, Poppy Poppies, Drunken Flowers, Night Mooring at the Maple Bridge, Broken Chapters...

He wrote each piece at least three times, and his favorite "Lang Tao Sha Ling" more than ten times.

There are piles of them everywhere in the study.

He wrote like this for two or three hours before he had vented his excitement. He thought of what Jiang Chen had just said in the live broadcast room.

Heading north!

Doesn’t that mean coming to the capital?

Huang Bo became excited again and made up his mind that when Jiang Chen came to Beijing, he would definitely go and meet Jiang Chen, and it would be best if he could invite Jiang Chen to visit Beijing University.

…………

Early the next morning.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes on time a little after six o'clock.

Sleep well...

Refreshed.

Jiang Chen looked at the system rewards as usual.

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain an ancient poem!"

"Gained 300 experience points."

what……

This time the reward is not mediocre, but a little more than usual, which can be considered a small explosion.

Jiang Chen was slightly surprised and began to accept the reward.

Accept three songs.

The sea.

Listen to the sea.

Dragon scales of heaven and earth.

The information of the three songs all turned into memories and merged into Jiang Chen's mind, becoming his own memories.

Jiang Chen quickly accepted it and a smile appeared on his face again.

He likes all these songs!
of course.

He disliked all the songs and poems from parallel worlds given to him by the system; they were all excellent works.

Ancient words accepted.

Rain bell.

This ancient poem merged into Jiang Chen's memory, and a trace of sadness involuntarily flashed across Jiang Chen's eyes.

This poem is indeed too sad.

Three hundred experience points, saved again.

After receiving the reward, Jiang Chen got up, washed up simply, and went out.

"Good morning, boss!"

As expected, Han Qing was waiting at the door on time again. She was wearing sportswear suitable for traveling today and was ready to set off north.

"Let's go have breakfast."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and smiled.

Han Qing followed Jiang Chen and they came to the restaurant and just sat down to eat; Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Wang Jing, and Li Wen also came out. Although they were still yawning, they were all in good spirits. They must have gone to bed early last night.

"Today we set out again..."

Chen Xiaojia said excitedly.

Several people took a boat ride for a few days. Although it was very enjoyable to enjoy the scenery on the boat, they didn't even have to walk, and they ate and slept on the boat.

But this is not the poetry and distant place they wanted at the beginning.

They still prefer to drive themselves and travel freely.

Jiang Chen: "Xiaojia, why don't you help us drive?"

Chen Xiaojia thought about it and agreed: "Okay."

Pu Yuexi, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all looked at Chen Xiaojia curiously, but did not ask many questions. They all started to eat quickly as they would pack up and drive off soon.

Just when they finished their meal and came to the deck to prepare for exercise, Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui and others also got up one after another, earlier than their usual time. It was only a little after seven o'clock. Obviously, they all went to bed early last night and wanted to get up early to say goodbye to Jiang Chen.

"Old Jiang, be careful on your way and stay safe."

"Hahaha, we drove carefully, thank you, Lao Qin."

"Xiao Jiang, I'll be waiting for you in the Magic City. I hope you'll be a master calligrapher when you come back."

"I'll try!"

……

Jiang Chen and Qin Xuerong chatted a lot.

Because Qin Xuerong's attainments in the field of literature are indeed extraordinary. If it weren't for Jiang Chen in front of her, she could be said to be one of the most famous Chinese geniuses in Shuangxing.

However, in front of Jiang Chen, no one mentioned her name as a genius, and she herself was very humble.

Jiang Chen and Qin Xuerong talked a lot about literature and calligraphy. They had a great time talking to each other. They both felt like they had found a close friend, and they spoke more casually and happily.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others were listening nearby and couldn't get a word in. They all felt helpless and envious. They all thought about reading more literary books in the future so that they would have more common topics with Jiang Chen.

While doing exercises to warm up, Jiang Chen chatted with Qin Xuerong and others, and Qin Xuerong even forgot to eat.

More than an hour later, Jiang Chen finished his exercise and said, "Okay, go eat, and we'll go back and pack our things and get ready to leave later."

At this time, the ship had docked at the parking pier, the sky became gloomy, and a cool breeze blew.

Qin Xuerong returned to the restaurant to eat in a somewhat depressed mood.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui had all clearly seen the scene of Jiang Chen and Qin Xuerong chatting. Seeing Qin Xuerong coming back to eat in a depressed mood, they didn't dare to speak for fear of affecting Qin Xuerong's mood.

After a while, Qin Hanming said, "Xue Rong, just do whatever you want to do. A genius like Lao Jiang may not appear once in a thousand years!"

Qin Xuerong nodded, hummed, and said softly: "I will go back to the Magic City and wait for him at Shuangxing."

Several people understood in their hearts that Qin Xuerong wanted to wait until Jiang Chen went to Shuangxing to find her, so that she would let go of the many worries and shackles in her heart.

After breakfast, Qin Xuerong went to help Jiang Chen pack up, while Han Qing had already packed up her own things and was helping Jiang Chen sort them out.

Soon, everyone packed up their things and came to the deck, ready to disembark.

The car was waiting for them in a parking lot not far away.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Qin Xuerong and others got off the boat and escorted Jiang Chen, Han Qing and others to the car.

"Old Jiang, remember that your work is still with me, so be sure to come and get it."

Qin Hanming reminded him, but in his heart he actually hoped that Jiang Chen would return to the Magic City to see Qin Xuerong and give Qin Xuerong more opportunities.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "I will!"

Qin Xuerong smiled and said, "I'll wait for you at Shuangxing!"

Jiang Chen also smiled at Qin Xuerong, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

Looking at Jiang Chen's face, Qin Xuerong's eyes inexplicably turned red and her nose felt sore.

Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui both looked at Jiang Chen with some reluctance. As such a talented person, they all wanted to see Jiang Chen reach the level of a calligraphy master, and they also wanted to meet with Jiang Chen often to talk about calligraphy and poetry.

Jiang Chen nodded to Qin Xuerong and was about to turn around and leave, but when he saw Qin Xuerong's infatuated eyes, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

A cruise ship not far away sounded a whistle, and it was unclear whether it was urging Qin Hanming and others to get on board and leave, or to say farewell to Jiang Chen. A few drizzles of rain also fell from the sky.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others looked at Jiang Chen and Qin Xuerong with complicated eyes, and then put the gifts into the car one after another!

At this moment, Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and said to Han Qing: "Xiao Qingzi, writing brush and ink!"

amount……

Everyone present was shocked...

Then there are surprises!
(No second update today, sorry!)
(End of this chapter)