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

Chapter 89 88. Yu Lin Ling! Do you want to hear the song of the sea?
Need some pen and ink again?

Want to write something casually again?
Everyone present quickly became busy.

Han Qing first turned on the live broadcast on her mobile phone, and then fixed the phone next to Jiang Chen.

Chen Xiaojia, Pu Yuexi and others held up a large umbrella and stood beside Jiang Chen to shield him from the rain.

Qin Xuerong and Han Qing went together to take out the simple desk that had just been loaded onto the car, set it up, and then took out the carefully packed pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

As soon as the live broadcast room started, tens of thousands of viewers flocked in. It is now around ten o'clock, and many people have already gotten up and gone to work or school, so they can also take time to watch the live broadcast.

"Xiao Qingzi is on the air again."

"Hahaha, now everyone knows that it was Xiao Qingzi who was helping Lao Jiang with the live broadcast."

"What is Lao Jiang doing? Getting off the boat, ready to drive off?"

"What are Xiao Qingzi and the others doing? They are propping up the desk, putting down their pens, inkstones, and paper. Oh, is Lao Jiang going to write something again?"

"I've seen this scene before. Do you remember the Langtaosha Order by the Huangpu River?"

"Come and see!"

“Looking forward to Lao Jiang’s works…”

……

One barrage after another, one reward message after another appeared.

He Xianzhang, Huang Wenqing, Hu Yu and others who were in Suzhou all received reminders from the Penguin Live platform that Jiang Chen had started broadcasting, and they all entered Jiang Chen's live broadcast room as soon as possible.

They all look forward to Jiang Chen becoming the first calligraphy master of the new era under their witness, so they try not to miss any of Jiang Chen's live broadcasts, and they will definitely watch them as long as they have time.

Huang Bo, who was far away in Beijing, was sitting in the office, drinking tea and preparing materials for his morning lecture. Suddenly, his mobile phone received a reminder that Jiang Chen was going to start broadcasting. He hesitated for a moment, looked around and saw that there were no one in the office, so he turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone and entered Jiang Chen's live broadcast room.

I saw Jiang Chen standing by the canal. He had already got off the boat and was standing by the dock. There were some willow trees with their branches hanging down by the canal, and there were a few quaint pavilions standing on the dock. It was quite artistic in the drizzle.

However, Huang Bo saw Han Qing and Qin Xuerong quickly put up an umbrella, set up the desk, put down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and his eyes instantly became serious: "Is he going to write something again?"

This is the situation.

Huang Bo also instantly thought of the first video of Jiang Chen he saw, which was the scene where he wrote Lang Tao Sha Ling by the Huangpu River.

And now, very similar.

“He’s inspired again!”

Huang Bo saw Jiang Chen with his back to the camera and everyone, looking at the canal outside, and guessed that Jiang Chen might be thinking, following the inspiration at the moment.

The same is true when he occasionally writes. He seizes the inspiration at that moment and keeps thinking and pondering before expressing it in words.

"Hey, Professor Huang is watching the live broadcast?"

A curious voice came from behind, the voice was clear and pleasant.

Huang Bo knew it was Lin Shuang, the youngest associate professor in the office, from the voice. He looked up and continued to stare at Jiang Chen in the live broadcast. He replied softly, "Well, Jiang Chen's live broadcast may require me to write a piece of work. I can't miss it!"

Lin Shuang's eyes flashed with surprise. She was considered an anomaly if she occasionally watched videos for a few minutes in the office. Old professors like Huang Bo would never play with their mobile phones during work, and she had never seen them watching videos or live broadcasts. At most, they would use their mobile phones to reply to messages or make phone calls.

Lin Shuang curiously sat down next to Huang Bo: "Jiang Chen? Is he a host? What does he do? Hehe, let me see!"

Lin Shuang's pretty face was full of curiosity and inquiring smile. She wanted to know the interests and hobbies of the old professor Huang Bo, and what kind of live broadcasts the elderly like to watch?
Huang Bo nodded and said seriously: "Then you should take a good look. If you can be half as capable as him, I will push you to be promoted to professor immediately."

Lin Shuang was stunned for a moment: "He is so powerful?"

Huang Bo: "You will know once you see it, don't say anything."

Lin Shuang nodded, looked at the live broadcast screen in front of Huang Bo, and said softly: "There are so many beautiful women standing in the rain, and some are grinding ink, they are going to write something!"

Huang Bo glared at Lin Shuang again: "Don't talk!"

Lin Shuang immediately smiled awkwardly, then shut up and stopped talking, but her eyes were still full of curiosity and some disdain as she looked at the live broadcast.

In her opinion, the appearance of so many beauties and writing in the rain, which is so pretentious, is probably the host's routine. There are beauties and scenery to create a sense of picture to attract people.

When she occasionally watched live broadcasts, she also saw several singing hosts standing on bamboo rafts between mountains and rivers and singing. Drones around them switched to various rotating angles to shoot, and the picture was very strong. Although the singing was average, some of them were very popular, and occasionally there were tens of thousands of people watching the live broadcast online.

In the picture, Jiang Chen, who had been facing the river, suddenly turned around and came to the desk.

Han Qing was still slowly grinding ink for Jiang Chen. It was much better than before and not much worse than Qin Xuerong.

Qin Xuerong, Pu Yuexi and others were standing nearby, while Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, and Li Hui were standing a little further away, all staring at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen came to the desk, picked up the brush, froze for two seconds, then quickly dipped it in ink and started writing. Each word appeared quickly, as if he was possessed by a god, without any thought.

The strokes are vigorous and elegant, with a hint of vicissitudes and sadness.

Every word.

They all have the image of a master and have Jiang Chen's strong personal style.

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui beside him had eyes full of admiration and expectation. Jiang Chen's calligraphy had improved a little. Although it was not much, it was an improvement that was clearly visible every day.

This is amazing.

Qin Xuerong, Han Qing and others also showed joy in their eyes. It was really a pleasure to watch Jiang Chen write at such a close distance.

Three words appeared quickly.

Rain bell.

Everyone at the scene, as well as all the audience watching the live broadcast, was stunned for a moment.

It is clear.

Everyone knows that this is the name of a ci tune.

However, it is a very unpopular tune name. This tune is not found in many Song Dynasty poems in textbooks nowadays, nor in some representative works of Song Dynasty poems. This tune only appears in some not-so-famous collections of Song Dynasty poems.

Therefore, most ordinary people have never heard of this tune.

People like Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua and others thought about it for a while before they remembered this tune.

He Xianzhang, Hu Yu, Li Cheng and others who were watching the live broadcast stood up and looked at the live screen with slightly excited eyes. They knew that this was Song poetry, but what they valued more was that Jiang Chen had further improved his calligraphy level. Now almost every word had the appearance of a master, and he was just a little bit away from completely stepping into the realm of a master.

Far away in Beijing, in the office of the Chinese Department of Peking University.

A hint of surprise also flashed in Huang Bo's eyes.

He could also see that the three words Jiang Chen had just written had shown a slight improvement compared to when he saw Jiang Chen writing the fragment yesterday. Although it was not much, a calligrapher like him could see it. When one reaches the level of calligraphy that is touching the realm of a master, every bit of improvement is extremely rare.

Huang Bo is a famous calligrapher, but he is still some distance away from Jiang Chen. His calligraphy level has not improved at all in several years.

He knew that he was busy with work and daily chores every day and could not concentrate on practicing calligraphy, so it would be impossible for him to make much progress in his life.

Lin Shuang, who was standing next to him, stood up in shock, her watery eyes wide open: "This calligraphy? How is it possible? Every word has the look of a master. This is master-level calligraphy? Hiss!"

"Also, this is a Song Dynasty ci tune, a very unpopular ci tune. He wants to write a Song Dynasty ci tune?"

Huang Bo did not answer Lin Shuang's many questions, but said seriously again: "Don't talk!"

Lin Shuang quickly suppressed the many questions in her mind, sat down again with a look of surprise on her face, and stared at the screen. The beauties around her, such as Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, etc., had been completely ignored by her, and the surrounding scenery also disappeared. In her eyes, there was only Jiang Chen, the brush in Jiang Chen's hand, and the three words that appeared under the brush!
Calligraphy of the Master's Image.

Song Ci card!
Is this what should be happening now?
Lin Shuang even wanted to ask, is this a real live broadcast? Isn't it a scene from a TV series? With special effects added?
However, when she saw Huang Bo looking at her very seriously, she dared not say anything, fearing that Professor Huang Bo would be really angry.

And in the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen did not stop writing with the brush in his hand, and his eyes became extremely serious.

Lines of words appeared quickly, and each word still had the appearance of a master. Every time Jiang Chen wrote a word, he could hear the prompt sound of experience points coming from his ears. His calligraphy skills were improving every second, making him feel enjoyable when writing.

However, all the people watching the live broadcast were so excited that they held their breath.

"The cicadas are crying sadly, it's late at the long pavilion, and the sudden rain has just stopped."

"I have no mood to drink in the capital, I am reluctant to leave, but the orchid boat is urging me to leave."

"Holding hands and looking into each other's tearful eyes, we were speechless and choked with emotion."

"Thinking of the past, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast."

"Since ancient times, people have been sad about separation, and it is even more unbearable to be left alone in the cold autumn."

"Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon."

"This year, the good times and beautiful scenery will be gone."

"Even if there are thousands of kinds of love, who can I tell them to?"

The pen moves the dragon and the snake.

Every word contains a spirit.

Every word has a sense of sadness, which perfectly matches the artistic conception of this poem.

Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, Pu Yuexi and others at the scene, as well as Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui and others kept taking deep breaths to suppress their emotions, for fear that they would scream and disturb Jiang Chen.

Qin Xuerong was so excited that her eyes were blurred with tears. She reached out and gently covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry.

because!

She had a feeling that Jiang Chen's song "Yu Lin Ling" seemed to be a farewell poem written for her.

Although, she did not hold Jiang Chen's hand and look into his tearful eyes, she was speechless and choked with emotion.

But, maybe this is the scene of parting with her that Jiang Chen imagined in his mind?
Jiang Chen actually fantasized about holding hands with me and looking into my tears?
Has separation always been a pain for sentimental people?
After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are nothing. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to?

How could I be so important to him? Without me, all the scenery would lose its color?
Qin Xuerong was trembling all over, and she had an impulse to follow Jiang Chen to the ends of the earth regardless of everything.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others standing beside them had eyes filled with visible envy and a hint of jealousy.

……

And in Beijing, in the office of the Chinese Department of Peking University.

Lin Shuang had stood up a long time ago. When Jiang Chen finished writing a line of words, she stood up directly, staring at the live broadcast screen with wide eyes, her face full of disbelief, and wanted to ask what happened.

But she looked at Huang Bo very seriously, her facial muscles were trembling with excitement. She didn't dare to speak and could only stare at him with wide eyes.

But as she watched, she reached out and covered her mouth, because she wanted to shout out loud with excitement, and tears welled up in her eyes, and she kept shouting in her heart - how could this be possible? How could this be possible? How could this happen?

Professor Huang Bo's lips trembled with excitement as he murmured in a low voice, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

seen it myself!
That is the most shocking.

Before, he watched the videos of Jiang Chen writing Lang Tao Sha Ling, Yu Meiren, Zui Hua Yin, Min Nong, Mu Jiang Yin, and Feng Qiao Ye Mooring. Because it was just a video, although it was shocking and amazing, it was far from the excitement of watching the live broadcast with his own eyes and witnessing the birth of a work of art.

Because I witnessed it with my own eyes, I was even more shocked and unbelievable.

When Jiang Chen finished writing the last few words.

Huang Bo also stood up directly.

Lin Shuang, who was standing next to him, was already tearful. She quickly reached out and wiped away her tears. Then she stared at the words of the work displayed on the live screen. Her voice was trembling with excitement as she softly read, "The cicadas are crying sadly, it's late at the long pavilion, and the sudden rain has just stopped. I have no mood to drink in the tent in the capital, and I am reluctant to leave. The orchid boat is urging me to set off."

"Holding hands and looking into each other's tearful eyes, we were speechless and choked with emotion."

"Thinking of the past, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast."

"Since ancient times, people have been sad about separation, and it is even more unbearable to be left alone in the cold autumn."

"Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon."

"After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are gone."

"Even if there are thousands of kinds of love, who can I tell them to..."

woohoo hoo...

After Lin Shuang finished reading, she was still panting with excitement. After panting for several times, she calmed down a little. Finally, she couldn't help but said loudly: "This, this, Professor Huang, this is not a song he wrote on the spot, right? As far as I can remember, there is no such song in the Yu Lin Ling tune."

"This piece of work is better than the several Song Dynasty poems in our university textbooks. If it was a work by an ancient person, it would not have been buried!"

"Professor Huang, who is this person? Is this his own work?" Lin Shuang asked all the questions in his mind at once.

Huang Bo's eyes did not leave the words written by Jiang Chen on the screen, and he whispered: "His name is Jiang Chen, you can find out by searching. He is a very popular anchor in Shanghai. I only knew him last night. My father recommended him to me. When I first saw his work, I was as amazed as you are!"

Lin Shuang's eyes widened. "So, he really wrote this? Is there anyone who can write such a Song Dynasty poem now? I don't even know the rhythm of this tune! Where will I go after I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Will it be a beautiful scene with a willow bank and a waning moon? After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery will be gone. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them to? Is this a sentence that a human can write? These few sentences are enough to be passed down and become famous sentences for all ages!"

Huang Bo nodded: "Yes, although it looks incredible, such a work really shouldn't appear in our time. But I am sure that this is written by him, and there is more than one. If you search for his other works, you will be even more amazed, and you will know what true talent is."

Lin Shuang quickly took out her mobile phone and searched for Jiang Chen's name with trembling fingers. Several of his works quickly appeared!

Lang Tao Sha Ling, Yu Mei Ren, Zui Hua Yin, Mu Jiang Yin, Feng Qiao Ye Mooring, Min Nong...

Lin Shuang's hands were shaking as she held the phone, reciting one piece after another in a low voice: "I didn't realize I was just a guest in my dream, I indulged in pleasure for a moment...Flowing water, falling flowers, spring is gone, the people in heaven...This, this, this...Can a human write this?"

"How much sorrow can one have? It is like a river of autumn water flowing eastward..."

"After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say it's not soul-stirring. The curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers..."

"The moon sets, crows cry, and the sky is full of frost. The maples on the river bank and the fishing lights are opposite my sad sleep... The bell of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City reaches the passenger ship at midnight..."

"hiss……"

Lin Shuang kept taking a deep breath, causing the temperature in the room to rise a little.

"Why do I know him only now? Shouldn't such a masterpiece and such calligraphy have already dominated the entire Chinese literary world?"

Lin Shuang asked a soul-searching question.

Huang Bo was silent for a moment after hearing this. He also felt that Jiang Chen's talent was really buried. He said, "I just knew him yesterday, and I have the same doubts as you. But this is the fact! Perhaps he didn't discover his talents in the first thirty years, and now he suddenly started to create after he turned thirty, so he couldn't stop. The talent that had been suppressed for thirty years exploded too violently!"

"There are also such literati in history who only became famous at the age of 40 and suddenly left behind several masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages."

Lin Shuang looked at the live broadcast screen again, her pretty face still full of disbelief, and asked again: "Is it really not a lost masterpiece of some ancient great writer?"

Huang Bo shook his head: "Definitely not. I have the same doubts as you. Last night I asked a few friends who are experts in the archaeology field. There has been no literary discovery recently. If there was such a big discovery, it would have been reported in the news long ago. It is impossible that Jiang Chen is the only one who knows about it and no one else knows about it."

"Look who this person is!"

Huang Bo pointed at a pretty figure on the screen and asked.

Lin Shuang stared at it carefully, then said in shock: "Is it Qin Xuerong?"

Huang Bo nodded: "Yes, Qin Xuerong. She has sent a lecture invitation to Jiang Chen on behalf of Shuangxing, inviting Jiang Chen to give an open class at Shuangxing. Jiang Chen has agreed, but he has no time to go for the time being. When he finishes his trip and returns to the Magic City, he will go to Shuangxing to give a class."

Lin Shuang looked carefully and was sure that the figure was Qin Xuerong without a doubt.

Although Qin Xuerong is usually low-key and almost no one in the outside world knows of his existence, he is a well-known genius in the field of Chinese studies. He is called the hope of the future of Shanghai calligraphy by the Shanghai calligraphy community. Before he is 30 years old, he has already reached the level of a famous calligrapher and has made great achievements in the field of Chinese studies. He has published his own collections of poems and essays, as well as research articles on ancient literature.

Lin Shuang is also one of the famous new generation of talented women in Peking University. She is one year younger than Qin Xuerong. She also graduated from Peking University with a master's and doctoral degree, and then stayed at the university to teach. She is the youngest associate professor in the Chinese Department.

The two of them have attended many traditional cultural seminars together and have had a lot of private exchanges, so they can be considered friends.

Just now, Lin Shuang's eyes were on Jiang Chen. She only glanced at the beauties next to her, so she didn't notice Qin Xuerong. Only now did she realize it was Qin Xuerong and she was very shocked.

"She has personally invited him. Those two stars must be very eager for Jiang Chen! Professor Huang, why don't we also invite Jiang Chen?"

Lin Shuang asked unyieldingly.

If Double Star is okay, then our Peking University is more famous and has a higher ranking, so of course it is okay too.

With just these few works written by Jiang Chen, he would be a guest of honor in any university, including Peking University and Tsinghua University.

It's just that Jiang Chen has been buried now. If other famous literary writers had written these works, they would have caused a sensation in the literary world, become leaders in the literary world, and would have been snapped up by major universities.

Huang Bo thought for a moment and shook his head, "Don't worry for now. Jiang Chen said in the live broadcast that he will travel all the way north to Beijing. When he arrives in Beijing, we will go to meet him. Inviting him in person is the most sincere way."

Lin Shuang said excitedly: "That's great, I'll go with Professor Huang!"

Huang Bo nodded and continued to watch the live broadcast, but he was still muttering the song "Yu Lin Ling" that Jiang Chen had just written.

"Where shall I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Will I be by the willow bank, with the morning breeze and the waning moon..."

"After so many years, the beautiful scenery and good times are all gone."

"Even if there are thousands of kinds of love, who can I tell them to..."

"hiss……"

After reading it, Huang Bo felt goose bumps all over his body, took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of envy.

He once had a dream of becoming a literary giant, and if this was a work written by him, he would be willing to die right here and now.

……

Zhang Li stood in the hotel, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast, and softly recited the song "Yu Lin Ling". Her pretty face flushed with excitement, and with trembling fingers she recharged another 10,000 yuan as a reward, muttering in a low voice: "For a work like this, no matter how much you give, it's not enough!"

She looked at the live broadcast room information and saw that the number of people online had exceeded 170,000.

Only a few minutes have passed since the show started, and 170,000 people have already watched it online.

It is impossible to count the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room, which are refreshing the screen every second.

“I cried.”

"You write so well, Lao Jiang. Your singing makes me cry, and your poetry also makes me cry. It's awesome."

"Where will I go when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? Will I be by the willow bank, with the morning breeze and the waning moon? What kind of talent does it take to write such a sentence?"

"But I'm uneducated, so I can only say one thing - awesome!"

"I'm so stupid, so awesome!"

"Old Jiang, awesome..."

"Old Jiang, please come to the capital soon."

"Lao Jiang has a special fondness for Suzhou. Before leaving, he wrote this poem "Rainy Bells"!"

"Old Jiang, let's go back to the Magic City."

……

Dense and dense barrage of comments.

Jiang Chen finished writing without even looking at it, put down his pen, waved to Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and the others, then turned and walked towards the car.

He didn't want to experience the sadness of parting.

Qin Xuerong couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She wiped away her tears, waved to Jiang Chen, and said softly, "I'll wait for you at Shuangxing!"

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

In fact, he was not really as reluctant and sad as expressed in the song "Yu Lin Ling".

It’s just that this poem happened to be suitable for the situation, so he wrote it. It was not a farewell poem specifically written for Qin Xuerong.

Therefore, Jiang Chen just wanted to leave quickly, fearing that Qin Xuerong would misunderstand him further.

Qin Hanming stepped forward and said, "Old Jiang, please leave this painting with me. It's raining now, so it's not suitable for you to take it away."

Jiang Chen waved to Qin Hanming: "Okay, I'll put them all at your place. Bye!"

Qin Hanming: "Goodbye, and have a safe trip."

Wang Zhenhua: "Goodbye, Jiang Chen!"

Li Hui: "Goodbye, remember to come back to Shanghai, all your works are still here with Lao Qin, don't forget them."

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, sitting quietly in the back seat of the car.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Wang Jing, and Li Wen all quickly packed up the desks, study supplies, and other items and loaded them into the car again.

Han Qing fixed the mobile phone with live broadcast in the back seat and sat next to Jiang Chen. Chen Xiaojia was driving in the front.

Under the watchful eyes of Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and others, the two cars slowly set off.

Chen Xiaojia, who was driving in front, asked, "Lao Jiang, where are we going now?"

Jiang Chen looked towards the east: "Let's go see the sea, and go north along the seashore!"

Chen Xiaojia, who was driving, suddenly became excited: "Okay, I just want to go see the sea."

Picking up the intercom, Chen Xiaojia said, "Yuexi, let's go to the beach, walk north along the coastline, and see the sea."

Pu Yuexi's happy voice came from the intercom: "Okay, follow the sea!"

Many viewers in the live broadcast room began to offer suggestions.

"Lao Jiang wants to see the sea, come to Xiamen!"

"Look at the sea, and then we'll be back to the Magic City. Lao Jiang, you're going the wrong direction, turn around."

"Lao Jiang, Hainan is the best place to see the sea."

"Lao Jiang, come to Tianjin to see the sea. It's very close to Beijing..."

"Wow, the people of Suzhou have begun to miss Lao Jiang..."

……

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room suggested that Jiang Chen go to his hometown, as they all wanted to get in close contact with Jiang Chen.

Unfortunately, Jiang Chen didn't even look at the comments. He just stared at the scenery outside the window, the canal that was gradually receding, and Suzhou that was gradually receding.

The car headed towards the sea.

Han Qing also kept the live broadcast going, trying to make it last at least half an hour, while looking at the scenery outside and feeling the wind blowing in through the window.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room began to decrease continuously, but it stabilized at around 100,000. These 100,000 or so viewers were Jiang Chen’s most loyal viewers. They all wanted to follow Jiang Chen’s gaze to see the scenery outside, immersively experience Jiang Chen’s poetry and the distance, and constantly posted barrages in the live broadcast room to discuss the scenery along the way.

He left not long ago.

You can see the coastline in the distance, and cool sea breeze blows over, and the air in the car seems to become much fresher.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and smiled: "This is the smell of the sea!"

I pricked up my ears again and seemed to hear the sound of waves.

There were still 70,000 to 80,000 viewers in the live broadcast room at this time, and the rate of decline was extremely slow.

Han Qing also looked at the sea that was vaguely visible in the distance and said softly, "I've seen the sea many times before, but this time it's the best."

Jiang Chen suddenly turned to the live camera and said, "Do you want to hear the song of the sea?"

Tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room spoke up.

"think."

“What is the song of the sea?”

“What is the song of the sea?”

"Hahahaha, Lao Jiang is going to sing. You didn't understand what Lao Jiang said."

“Looking forward to Lao Jiang’s singing!”

"I do. I have ten thousand thoughts."

……

Han Qing also nodded vigorously to Jiang Chen: "I want to!"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, Xiao Qingzi, take out the guitar."

……

(Today is still one update, sorry! I've been a bit busy these past two days, I'll resume two updates tomorrow, thank you for your support!)

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