Chapter 65 65. A work that should not appear in this era! Your words are valuable.
Wang Zhenhua said what he was thinking.
"Xiao Jiang, what you wrote is of course your work! Don't worry, we old guys can't do such a thing yet!"
Wang Zhenhua thought Jiang Chen was afraid of them A few old guys will covet Jiang Chen's works.
This is indeed a very common thing in the literary and art circles. Some senior members of the older generation will sign their names on the works of some young people, making many people think that they are their works, thus ignoring the real young authors.
However, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, He Xianzhang, Su Haijun and others are all real cultural figures and scorn this kind of thing. They all sincerely hope that the younger generation can develop well and concentrate on practicing calligraphy.
At this moment, it felt like Jiang Chen was suspicious of them because they all looked ugly!
He Xianzhang waved his sleeves: "Don't worry, just write. Your work will only have your own name on it."
Qin Hanming also frowned slightly and said: "This is me Where I am, I mean what I say, Xiao Jiang, just write, your work is your work!”
Um...
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, understood what they meant, and then explained with a smile: "Guys, you have misunderstood! What I mean is that I have some ideas recently and wrote a few poems. If Qin If you don’t mind, I will write my own poem, how about it?”
Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun all understood immediately, and then looked around awkwardly.
Qin Hanming smiled and said: "Yes, yes, of course, no one will dislike it!"
Jiang Chen's own poems?
A few people didn't take it seriously, thinking that Jiang Chen had just written a few lines of modern poetry.
This is a very common thing in their cultural circles. Who doesn’t have a literary dream?
Even Qin Hanming published a collection of poems at his own expense a few years ago, but the number of publications was only a few thousand, and a few hundred were given away, while the remaining thousands are still piled in the warehouse. , carries his literary dream, so he is reluctant to throw it away, and occasionally looks through it himself.
He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, and Li Hui have all published their own books, but they are all related to calligraphy, and there are also some small circle books on life insights, which have little sales, just to gain recognition as a writer. Just identity.
Most of the people in the Calligraphy Association and the Writers Association are in communication with each other. They are both members of the Writers Association and members of the Calligraphy Association. The ancients also said that there is no separation of poetry and calligraphy.
Li Hui said softly: "If Xiao Jiang wants to join the Writers' Association, I can help recommend him!"
Jiang Chen shook his head and said nothing. He held the Hu pen he had just taken in his hand and gently rubbed and played with it. It became more and more comfortable for him. The fragrance of the ink next to him also floated gently into his breath.
I am thinking about several works from the parallel world!
The next moment, a trace of determination flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and then the brush suddenly fell down, and the ink suddenly hit the rice paper but it still stayed solid, showing its extraordinary quality.
It’s still running script!
The two words fell quickly.
Compassion for farmers.
Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Su Haijun, and Han Qing, who was still holding the live broadcast on her mobile phone, all stood in front of the desk, looking closely at Jiang Chen's words.
Almost every one of them didn't take the poems Jiang Chen said to heart, and just admired the words Jiang Chen wrote.
It is difficult to encounter such on-the-spot calligraphy at a master's level.
He Xianzhang brought his student Su Haijun here just now and asked Su Haijun to write, but he himself would not write in public easily.
Su Haijun was the most serious at this time and wanted to learn something from Jiang Chen.
The barrage in the live broadcast room is still very lively. The number of people online has reached 55,000, and it has always maintained a growth momentum.
“Lao Jiang can also write poetry? Awesome!”
“Writing poetry, who can’t write a few limericks? Lao Jiang can write so many lyrics, it shouldn’t be a problem to write a few poems It’s difficult.”
“The lyrics written by Lao Jiang are not simple. No one can say that they can be published as modern poems!”
“Lao Jiang is awesome at writing poems on the spot.”
“I feel that the poems written by Lao Jiang may not be ordinary works!”
……
Jiang Chen’s heart is completely I was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem "Minong" and ignored everything around me. I held the brush tightly in my hand, and my whole concentration was devoted to the brush in my hand. Every word seemed to have exhausted all my strength. Every word carries a sense of compassion!
“Sow one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.”
"There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death."
A short five-character ancient poem, vividly written on the page.
Every word is still grand, but it reveals a sense of weight and compassion, as if it carries a lot of history.
The relaxed expressions on the faces of Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun disappeared, replaced by seriousness, and then became more and more serious, and became more and more serious!
When Jiang Chen finished writing, several people stared at the poem written by Jiang Chen with some disbelief and surprise on their faces.
Han Qing read in a low voice, her pretty face full of surprise.
Because, even with her low literary literacy, when she read it, she felt that this poem was short but not simple. The more she read it, the more flavorful and profound it became!
This simple five-character poem describes the most miserable lower class people since ancient times, and seems to carry the misery of many farmers for thousands of years.
The barrages in the live broadcast room also exploded immediately.
“I think Lao Jiang’s writing is very good!”
"It's very interesting to read. This poem is good."
"It feels no worse than the poems in textbooks!"
"Is this really written by Lao Jiang?"
"As a student of the literature department, I tell you that this poem written by Lao Jiang is very good, very, very good!"
"His! Lao Jiang's talent is bottomless!"
"Is this a free live broadcast? It's my first time to reward Lao Jiang!"
The reward effects in the live broadcast room also took off one after another, and the number of people online accelerated, jumping to more than 60,000 people.
This is definitely a very rare popularity figure in this time period in the morning. Even on the traffic king Douyue platform, it is difficult to reach more than 60,000 online people during this time period unless most of the platform’s traffic is collected. Drainage is possible.
And the scene...
Qin Hanming's face became more and more rosy. After staring at the ancient poem on the white paper for more than ten seconds, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiang Chen and asked: "Lao Jiang, is this really written by you? Is it your own work?"
He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun also raised their heads and stared at Jiang Chen.
After watching it for more than ten seconds, they were all convinced that even in ancient times, this poem was a good work. Perhaps the literary talent was not that amazing, but the conception was very good. It is profound and a few simple sentences reveal the suffering of the common people and the oppression of the common people by the upper class nobles.
Everyone thought for a few seconds and determined that this piece was not in their memory!
Such a profound work, if they have seen it, they will never forget it.
Then this must be a new work!
However, if such works were placed twenty or thirty years ago, they would not find it strange, because at that time there were still many literati who studied the works and wrote many profound literary works.
But among the young and middle-aged writers today, who still studies literary works?
Everyone is vying to accumulate fame, delve into entertainment, and gain profits. What good works have appeared in the literary circle in the past ten or twenty years?
Almost none!
When everyone thinks of the literary works that have deep memories, they are almost all works from 20 to 30 years ago, 30 to 40 years ago. I can’t name a few works from the past ten years!
Because, there really haven’t been any good literary works in the past ten years.
So.
An ancient poem like Jiang Chen suddenly appeared in front of them.
It made them all feel a sense of unreality.
This is a piece that should not have appeared in this era.
Wang Zhenhua also asked in a low voice: "Xiao Jiang, did you really write this poem?"
Jiang Chen did not speak, but continued to hold the brush and write his name underneath. ——Jiang Chen!
Then, he raised his head and glanced at Qin Hanming and Wang Zhenhua, nodded affirmatively and said: "Yes, I wrote this by accident. I received a gift from Mr. Qin today, so I will use this poem to give back. Mr. Qin."
The muscles on Qin Hanming's face trembled slightly with excitement, and he said hurriedly: "Thank you, thank you! This, this, this poem is so precious."
Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Su Haijun, and He Xianzhang all showed a hint of envy on their faces, and they all wanted to get this picture of compassion for the peasants written by Jiang Chen himself.
They are all big shots in the cultural circle, and they all have a keen sense of smell. They can predict that Jiang Chen’s calligraphy skills will definitely make him famous in the calligraphy world in the future, plus the level of this poem The above five-character ancient poem, then this authentic work of Jiang Chen's five-character ancient poem will definitely become a highly valuable calligraphy collection in the future.
If the calligraphy was written by Su Haijun, they would not care so much, because Su Haijun's calligraphy level is still far behind, and there is no blessing of original and good works.
And this authentic calligraphy by Jiang Chen is definitely worth collecting.
In the new generation cultural circle, it is almost impossible to find a young generation whose works are worth collecting, which makes the rarity of Jiang Chen's works even more obvious.
Qin Hanming: "I will definitely frame it and hang it in the middle of the lobby outside."
Jiang Chen didn't care about this: "As long as you are happy! Okay, I've finished writing the words, your things I also accepted it. I will take my leave today and will not bother you again when I have the opportunity."
After saying that, Jiang Chen said goodbye to Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun. Nodding slightly to say goodbye.
Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui both looked hesitant to speak. Obviously they didn't want to let Jiang Chen leave so simply, but there were so many people here, it was hard to say what they wanted to say.
Master and apprentice He Xianzhang and Su Haijun also nodded politely to Jiang Chen.
Qin Hanming took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Jiang Chen: "Lao Jiang, wait!"
After saying that, Qin Hanming turned around and ran out, directly entering the room inside, without saying a word. After a while, he ran out again, holding two simple boxes in his hands and handed them to Jiang Chen: "Here, this is my gift to you! To be honest, I really like your calligraphy, and it will definitely be of good value in the future. The set of stationery I gave you is probably not worth it.”
“ I will give you two more gifts to compensate. A blank seal and a box of ink pad. You can stamp it directly when you write in the future. You don't have to write your own name, this kind of work is more complete."
When Jiang Chen saw the two things Qin Hanming handed over, he knew they were not ordinary things just by looking at the boxes, and immediately refused: "No, Mr. Qin! You're too polite, I can't accept this. The words I wrote are worthless."
Qin Hanming's face immediately changed. He said seriously and slightly angrily: "Don't say that! Every word you write is very valuable. Nowadays, young calligraphers with such attainments as you can no longer see it. You have to remember that the words you write, It’s not just your own, but also belongs to China’s cultural heritage. Every word has its own value.”
"Keep these two things!"
He Xianzhang next to him also said to Jiang Chen at this time: "Xiao Jiang, we are all old, you young people are the future inheritors of Chinese culture. President Li said That's right, your calligraphy skills are extremely high, and we may rely on you to promote our Chinese calligraphy in the future, so every word you write does not represent yourself."
Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment. , unable to refute.
Because, he felt that the two old gentlemen were right.
Nowadays, materialism is rampant, the pace of life is too fast, and there is too much pressure in life. There are fewer and fewer young people who have time to practice calligraphy and other Chinese cultural heritages calmly. In the past, these cultural heritages It will only become more and more declining.
He suddenly felt that his shoulders were much heavier.
Wang Zhenhua said softly: "Xiao Jiang, keep it! This is a chicken blood seal that Lao Qin has collected for several years. I wanted to buy it at first, but he was not willing to give it to me! That ink pad is the famous West Lake ink pad. , which is not available on the market, and is also a tribute from the previous emperor, with a starting price of at least 100,000 yuan."
When Jiang Chen heard this, he waved his hands hurriedly. Said: "It's so valuable, I can't take it!"
Qin Hanming gave Jiang Chen the two boxes with a straight face: "If you don't accept them, then you can keep all these things and take them with you Let's go with your two words!"
Jiang Chen suddenly felt helpless. He definitely couldn't do this, otherwise he would completely offend Qin Hanming and everyone else here.
Although he was not familiar with Qin Hanming, he could tell that Qin Hanming was definitely not making money by opening this store. Instead, he really liked calligraphy and other Chinese culture. The stationery given to him had a market value of at least hundreds of thousands. Although he didn't know the specific price of the chicken blood seal, he also knew that the average chicken blood seal cost tens of thousands or more, and it was normal for better chicken blood seals to cost tens to millions!
The total price of this set is estimated to be millions, so I gave it to him directly.
Although Jiang Chen knew that his calligraphy skills were very high, he didn't think that his calligraphy could be worth millions, so Qin Hanming really wanted to give him something.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Chen could only accept Qin Hanming's gift: "Thank you, Mr. Qin!"
Qin Hanming: "I call you Lao Jiang, you call me Lao Qin. We will be friends from now on, let’s talk about it as equals!”
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, Old Qin."
Wang Zhenhua looked at the two of them with some envy. He was envious of Qin Hanming for getting the original "Compassion for the Peasants" written by Jiang Chen, and he was also envious of Jiang Chen for getting this complete set of stationery. , Hu pen, Tao inkstone, Su ink, chicken blood seal, West Lake ink pad, and top-quality rice paper that is limited in supply every year!
Both sides are winners.
They were the only audience watching the show, and they were all greedy for nothing.
Qin Hanming immediately invited Jiang Chen to stay for dinner: "Let's have a meal together at noon. Come here often. I'm usually in the store, and this is where I chat and drink tea with some old friends."< br>
Jiang Chen shook his head: "Forget it about eating. Thank you, Lao Qin. I may not have time to come here often in the future. I will leave the Magic City tomorrow and I have to go back and pack my things."
Qin Hanming stared. Big eyes: "Leaving tomorrow? When will you come back?" "
Jiang Chen said with emotion: "I don't know, maybe he won't come back."
Qin Hanming was even more puzzled: "Why didn't he come back?"
Jiang Chen. : "I was laid off by the company!"
There was an eerie silence in the room again.
Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui had a general understanding of Jiang Chen’s information yesterday.
But Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun only knew it. The three of them looked at Jiang Chen with strange expressions, and then looked at the calligraphy and ancient poems written by Jiang Chen!
They are full of doubts...
Do you still need to go to work?
Will you still be laid off?
All the viewers in the live broadcast room couldn't help laughing when they saw the three people.
(End of this chapter)