A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 102: I didn’t get depressed even though I didn’t read the book. Why did I get depressed because of myself?
Some people study for the salary of a high official.

Some people study to seek fame and fortune.

However, as a true scholar, one should not only focus on these petty struggles and intrigues.

A true scholar should care about the people!

The four lines of poetry that Jiang Hai left on the rice paper suddenly appeared in everyone's sight:
【For the heaven and earth, establish your mind! 】

【For the people, life is for the people! 】

[To carry on the lost knowledge of the past sages! ]

【For the sake of eternal peace! 】

When you witness these four lines of poetry appear on the rice paper.

Whether it is students from Chengxi Academy or exchange groups from Tsinghua and Peking University——

Suddenly I realized what the real situation is!

"This" When Liu Yutang, honorary president of Tsinghua University, saw these four lines of poetry, he was immediately stunned.

He first glanced at Jiang Hai with a slightly puzzled look, and then was greatly amazed.

Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary Jiang Hai actually had a lot of things in his heart.
How could such a fearless spirit and vision be hidden behind it?

Song Shiqing and Yan Ruyu, both exchange students from Tsinghua and Peking University, were delighted when they saw Jiang Hai write these four lines of poetry on rice paper.
The shock in their hearts was just as great as that felt by Principal Liu Yutang!

Who would have thought that this seemingly casual and carefree Jiang Hai
He could actually write these four lines of poetry that are like treasures!

When these [Four Sentences of Hengqu] appeared before everyone's eyes——

A sense of righteousness suddenly came over me!

The teachers and students at the scene were silent for a long time!
"Perhaps, I have not yet reached the height described in the poem!" Jiang Hai held the rice paper with [Four Lines of Hengqu] in his hand, looked around, and his eyes became more determined than ever before. "But I will take the goal of these four lines of poetry as my own responsibility, they-"

“It will be the motto I strive for throughout my life!”

The moment Jiang Hai finished speaking.

There was silence for about three seconds.

Then, thunderous applause suddenly rang out in the entire seminar room!

Many Chengxi Opera teachers and students clapped and shouted to Jiang Hai from the bottom of their hearts:
"Senior Jiang Hai, well said."

Honestly speaking, when the student representatives from Peking University and Tsinghua University first saw Jiang Hai being praised so highly by the students of Chengxi Academy of Drama, they felt very disdainful.

[Asian University Literature League] is just an ordinary literary exchange competition.

Are we going to deny our beloved alma mater just because of the loss in this game?
Isn’t this somewhat unreasonable?
Originally, they had some complaints about Jiang Hai, a student like him, until they saw with their own eyes that Jiang Hai wrote these amazing "Four Lines of Hengqu".
In an instant, there were negative comments about Jiang Hai -

Just disappear!

"Good!" Many student representatives from Peking University and Tsinghua University also applauded Jiang Hai's performance.

Let's not talk about other things for now, just this [Four Sentences of Hengqu] full of fearlessness, this thing——

It's not something that ordinary people can write!

Compared with the speeches of the two student representatives, Song Shiqing and Yan Ruyu, Jiang Hai's actions -

It can be said that the pattern is fully filled!
"What a great way to establish one's mind for the world, what a great way to establish one's life for the people!" Fang Zhenguo, the principal of Chengxi Opera, who had been sitting in the deputy seat and watching, clapped his hands with deep emotion after seeing Jiang Hai write these four lines of fearless poetry, "You are worthy of being a student of Chengxi Opera. These four lines of poetry——"

“Well written!!!”

Even though he was extremely reluctant, Liu Yutang had to admit that although he came from an ordinary school like Chengxi, judging from Jiang Hai's current performance, he seemed to be...
Is he indeed much better than Yan Ruyu and Song Shiqing?

Liu Yutang looked at Jiang Hai, who was sitting at the center of the round table, and exclaimed to Fang Zhenguo beside him with a little excitement;

"You guys, Chengxi, really came up with a treasure this time."

In fact, the real purpose of this student exchange between the Tsinghua Student Delegation and the Chenghai Drama Academy is not to let students from both sides learn anything.

It's just for publicity to the outside media.

This type of academic seminar is a teacher-student exchange activity regularly held between universities.

After simply showing up to prove that he had attended the event, Jiang Hai felt a little craving for cigarettes, so he took advantage of the gap between the teachers from both sides giving speeches.

He simply slipped out of the lobby, ran to the back door of the school history museum, and lit a cigarette.

Sometimes, smoking is not just for the purpose of looking cool.

Most adults smoke to suppress the troubles in their hearts.

Who thought the smell of cigarettes was pleasant when they were a kid?

Who didn't promise their loving parents when they were little:

"I will never smoke again!"

However, after growing up, how many people can keep the promises they made?
Just when the river and the sea were filled with clouds and mist, it happened that at this time——

The sky was foggy and a drizzle began to fall.

The spring rain comes quickly and covers the entire campus without anyone noticing:
The spring rain fell on the grass, wetting the entire lawn outside the school history museum.

Jiang Hai stood alone in the rain, smoking alone. This scene seemed to be...
It has a unique flavor, doesn’t it?
While Jiang Hai was smoking, Song Shiqing, a student representative from Tsinghua University, approached Jiang Hai with a friendly look on his face:
"Brother Jiang Hai, I have long heard of your name."

In fact, mixing in circles, whether it is academic circles, entertainment circles or any other circles,
It has existed since ancient times.

The more outstanding a person is, the more he likes to make friends.
Obviously, Song Shiqing is the type of person who likes to make friends widely.

When Song Shiqing was reading Jiang Hai's "No Longer Human", he wanted to communicate with such a talented person as Jiang Hai in person, but he never found the opportunity.

Now, I finally found some time alone to communicate with Jiang Hai. This opportunity must not be missed.

To be honest, when Song Shiqing was watching Jiang Hai's "No Longer Human", he didn't feel how depressed he was.

On the contrary, after such a communication with Jiang Hai.
Instead, he feels a little depressed?
"Gold will always shine, don't you think so, my friend?"

“Life is like this, ups and downs.”

"Although you didn't get a good ranking in this literature league, I think you should be more open-minded. What if your next result is not as good as this time?"

"Don't be fooled by my seemingly smooth sailing. Actually, I seem to have an easy life behind the scenes, right?"

It is hard to believe that a scholar who could write such classic sayings as "Four Lines of Hengqu" in public, in private -

How could it be so out of tune?

Song Shiqing felt that he should be one of the people with stronger psychological quality and endurance, but after communicating with Jiang Hai.
He felt a little depressed by Jiang Hai?
In fact, he could feel that Jiang Hai had no ill intention in what he said to him.

However, even though I know that the other party has no ill intentions, this feeling...
It's just so hard to top!!!
"Brother Jiang Hai, I actually like Li Bai's words, 'I was born to be useful.'" Song Shiqing turned sideways, looked at Jiang Hai and smiled, "Although we are facing some difficulties now, no matter what, we should not give up easily."

At this point, as if he remembered something, Song Shiqing stared at Jiang Hai with curiosity:

"Speaking of which, Brother Jiang Hai, since you can write a poem with such an artistic conception as the [Four Lines of Hengqu], then I think..."

"You should be quite knowledgeable in the field of poetry?"

"I wonder which poet's poems do you admire most, Brother Jiang Hai?"

There is Li Bai in this world, but no Zhang Zai.

There is Du Fu in this world, but there is no Zhang Ruoxu.

It seems that all the famous people in the previous life still exist in this world, except for the poets who are both famous and not so famous.
Instead, they disappeared without a trace?
Song Shiqing's question stumped Jiang Hai. He was thinking about which poet's name he should name, but after thinking for a long time, he finally found out that Jiang Hai was a poet.
Can’t seem to come up with an answer?

Too lazy to think, Jiang Hai continued to speak along with Song Shiqing's words:

“I like Li Bai, too.”

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Song Shiqing immediately became interested, "I wonder, Brother Jiang Hai, which poem of Qinglian Jushi do you like the most?"

"Is it the generosity and boldness of 'I look up to the sky and laugh loudly before leaving the house, for I am not the kind of person who lives on coriander'?"

"Or maybe it's the self-confidence and optimism of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I will get it back'"

"Brother Jiang Hai, can you elaborate on this?"

Facing Song Shiqing's persistent questioning.

After thinking it over again and again, Jiang Hai finally uttered a sentence slowly:

"The poems you mentioned are certainly good, but if I were to say which poem by Li Bai I admire the most, it would probably be -"

"I'll take the buff, thank you."

This sentence caused Song Shiqing's brain to crash.

It was as if he had received a great shock.

He looked at Jiang Hai, and after a long while he managed to utter a few words:

"Brother Jiang, this Li Bai is not that Li Bai"

By the time the academic seminar ended, it was already very late.

Jiang Hai came out of the school history museum and returned to his dormitory at eight o'clock in the evening.

As soon as I entered the dormitory, I saw Yang Wei, who had ordered a table full of McDonald's. He clasped his hands together devoutly in front of the McDonald's and prayed silently:
“I hope the one who loves me deeply will not be let down, and I hope the one who has been with me for a long time will always be by my side in the afterlife!”

"Rest in peace, Pure Love Party."

I didn't know what the fat guy was doing, but I didn't disturb him.

Jiang Hai returned to the dormitory and turned on his computer directly.

He logged into the backend of Xingtian Chinese website and opened the author page directly. A message notification suddenly appeared in front of him:
[Dear writer, bring an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night, good evening! ]

[Your original work "My 26-year-old Female Tenant" has passed the editorial team's initial review and is now available for publication! ]

[The Xingtian editorial team wishes you a perfect creative career and to share your stories with the world.]

The moment Jiang Hai saw this notification message, all his fatigue disappeared.

He was staring at the screen with great interest:

"It's time for you to taste the knife of emotion."

(End of this chapter)