Chapter 89 88. Yu Linling! Do you want to hear the song of the sea?
Want some pen and ink again?
Want to write something casually again?
Several people present quickly became busy.
Han Qing first turned on the live broadcast on her mobile phone, and then fixed her mobile phone next to Jiang Chen.
Chen Xiaojia and Pu Yuexi held up big umbrellas and stood next to Jiang Chen to protect Jiang Chen from the rain.
Qin Xuerong and Han Qing went together to take out the simple desk that had just been loaded into the car, set it up, and then took out the carefully packed pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
As soon as the live broadcast room started, tens of thousands of viewers poured in. It is now around ten o'clock. Many people have already gotten up and gone to work and school. They can also take time to watch the live broadcast.
"Xiao Qingzi is broadcasting again."
"Hahaha, now everyone knows that Xiao Qingzi is helping Lao Jiang live broadcast."
"What is Lao Jiang doing? Are you getting off the boat and driving off?"
"What are Xiao Qingzi and the others doing? Propping up the desk, putting down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Oops, is Lao Jiang going to write something again?"
“I have seen this scene before. Do you still remember the Lang Tao Sha Ling on the Huangpu River?”
“Come and see!”
“Looking forward to Lao Jiang Works..."
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Barrage and reward messages appeared one after another.
He Xianzhang, Huang Wenqing, Hu Yu and others who were also in Suzhou all received the reminder from the Penguin Live Broadcasting Platform that Jiang Chen was starting to broadcast, and they all entered Jiang Chen's live broadcast room immediately.
They all look forward to Jiang Chen becoming the first calligraphy master in the new era under their witness, so they try not to miss every live broadcast of Jiang Chen. As long as they have time, they will definitely look.
Huang Bo, who was far away in the capital, sat down in the office at this time and was drinking tea and preparing materials for the morning lecture. Suddenly, his mobile phone also received Jiang Chen’s start reminder. He hesitated for a moment and looked around the office. There was no one around, so he turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone and entered Jiang Chen's live broadcast room.
Seeing Jiang Chen standing by the canal, he had already got off the boat and was standing on the edge of the pier. There were some willow branches hanging down by the canal, and there were also a few simple pavilions erected on the pier. It was quite artistic in the light rain.
However, when Huang Bo saw Han Qing and Qin Xuerong quickly holding up an umbrella, setting up a desk, putting down their pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Huang Bo's eyes suddenly became solemn: "Is he going to write something again?"
This is the situation.
Huang Bo also instantly thought of the first video he saw of Jiang Chen, which was the scene where he wrote the "Lang Tao Sha Ling" by the Huangpu River.
It is very similar to now.
"He has inspiration again!"
Seeing Jiang Chen's back to the camera and everyone, looking towards the canal outside, Huang Bo guessed that Jiang Chen might be thinking, following the inspiration of this moment. .
This is also the case when he occasionally writes. He captures the inspiration of that moment and keeps thinking about it before he can express 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 from the voice that it was Lin Shuang, the youngest associate professor in the office. He raised his head and continued to stare at Jiang Chen in the live broadcast. He replied softly: "Well, Jiang Chen may have to write a piece of work for the live broadcast. Don’t miss it!”
Lin Shuang’s eyes flashed with surprise. She was an outlier if she occasionally browsed videos in the office for a few minutes. An old professor like Huang Bo didn’t know how to play with her mobile phone during work. I've never seen them watching live videos or watching live broadcasts. They mostly use their mobile phones to reply to messages or make phone calls.
Lin Shuang sat down next to Huang Bo curiously: "Jiang Chen? Is he an anchor? What does he do? Hehe, let me see!"
Lin Shuang's pretty face was full of curiosity and enthusiasm With a searching smile, I want to know the interests and hobbies of the old professor Huang Bo. What live broadcasts do the elderly like to watch?
Huang Bo nodded and said seriously: "Then you have to take a closer look. If you are half as capable as him, I strongly recommend that you be promoted to professor immediately."
Lin Shuang was stunned for a moment: "Is he so powerful?"
Huang Bo: "You will know it when you see it, don't say anything."
Lin Shuang nodded and looked in front of Huang Bo In the live broadcast, he said softly: "There are so many beauties, standing in the rain, and grinding Mo, I want to write something!"
Huang Bo glared at Lin Shuang again: "Stop talking!"
Lin Shuang immediately smiled awkwardly, then shut up and stopped talking. , but still looked at the live broadcast with curiosity and some disdain.
In her opinion, the appearance of so many beauties, writing in the rain, and showing off like this is probably the anchor'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 anchors singing while standing on bamboo rafts between mountains and rivers. The surrounding drones switched to various rotation angles to shoot. The picture was very strong, although the singing Some of them are average, but a few are very popular. Occasionally, 100,000 people watch 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 is still slowly polishing Jiang Chen's ink, which is much better than before, and not much worse than Qin Xuerong.
Qin Xuerong and Pu Yuexi were standing nearby, while Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, and Li Hui were standing a little further away, all looking at Jiang Chen closely.
Jiang Chen came to the desk, picked up the brush, and froze for two seconds, then quickly dipped it in ink, and then started writing. Every word appeared quickly, and he wrote like 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.
The eyes of Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, and Li Hui next to them were full of admiration and expectation. Jiang Chen's calligraphy has improved a little bit. Although it is not much, it is clearly visible progress every day.
This is amazing.
Qin Xuerong and Han Qing also had joy in their eyes. It was really a pleasure to watch Jiang Chen write at such a close distance.
Three words appeared quickly.
Yulinling.
Everyone at the scene, as well as all the viewers watching the live broadcast, were stunned.
It's obvious.
Everyone knows that this is a word brand name.
However, it is a very unpopular name for Ci. Among the many Song Ci works in textbooks now, there is no mention of this Ci. In some representative works of Song Ci, there is no such Ci. There are only some less famous Song Ci. In the collection, this word card appears.
So, most ordinary people have never heard of this word card.
Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua and others all thought about it for a while before they remembered this word card.
He Xianzhang, Hu Yu, Li Cheng and others who were watching the live broadcast all stood up and looked at the live broadcast with slightly excited eyes. They knew that this was a Song poem, but what they valued more was Jiang Chen's further advancement in calligraphy. Now almost every word They all have the image of a master, and they are just a little bit closer to reaching the realm of a master.
Far away in the capital, in the office of the Chinese Department of Peking University.
A trace of surprise also flashed in Huang Bo's eyes.
He can also see that the three characters Jiang Chen just wrote are a little better than when he saw Jiang Chen writing fragments yesterday. Although it is not much, a calligrapher like him can see it. After coming out and reaching the calligraphy realm like Jiang Chen, who is close to the realm of masters, every step of progress is extremely rare.
Huang Bo is a famous calligrapher. He is still far away from Jiang Chen. His calligraphy level has not improved at all for several years.
He knew that he was busy with work and daily chores and could not concentrate on practicing calligraphy. It would be impossible for him to make any big progress in his life.
Lin Shuang, who was standing next to him, stood up in shock, his watery eyes widening: "This calligraphy? How is it possible? Every word has the image of a master. This is master-level calligraphy. ? Hiss! "
"Also, this is a Song Ci poem, a very unpopular one. He wants to write Song Ci poems? "
Huang Bo did not answer her many questions. He just said seriously again: "Don't talk!"
Lin Shuang quickly suppressed the many questions in his heart, sat down again with a face full of surprise, and stared at the screen, Han Qing, Qin Xuerong around him When the beauty was completely ignored by her, the surrounding landscape also disappeared. In her eyes, only Jiang Chen, the brush in Jiang Chen's hand, and the three words that appeared under the brush were left in her eyes!
Calligraphy of the Master's image.
Song Ci Pai!
Is this what should happen now?
Lin Shuang even wanted to ask, is this really a live broadcast? Couldn't it be a scene from a certain TV series? With special effects added?
However, when she saw Huang Bo looking at him extremely seriously, she suddenly did not dare to speak anymore, fearing that Professor Huang Bo would be really angry.
And in the live broadcast screen.
The brush in Jiang Chen's hand did not stop, and his eyes became extremely serious.
Line after line of words appeared quickly, and each word still had the image of a master. Every time he wrote a word, Jiang Chen could hear the prompt of gaining experience points coming from his ears, and his calligraphy skills increased every second. They are all making progress, giving him a sense of enjoyment when writing.
However, everyone watching the live broadcast was so excited that they even held their breath.
"The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop."
"There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat."
"Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked."
"Thinking about it, thousands of miles of mist, mist at dusk Shen Shenchutian "Broad."
"Sentiment has been sad since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival."
"Where can I wake up tonight? The willow bank, the dawn wind is waning."
"After this year, it should be a good time and good scenery."
"Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell me?"
The pen is like a dragon and a snake.
Every word contains a spirit.
Every word has a sad atmosphere, which perfectly fits 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, were constantly taking deep breaths to suppress their emotions, for fear that they would scream and disturb Jiang Chen.
Qin Xuerong was even more excited with tears in her eyes. She reached out and gently covered her mouth, fearing that she would cry.
Because!
She had a feeling that Jiang Chen's Yu Linling poem seemed to be a farewell message to her.
Although, she did not hold hands with Jiang Chen and look into her teary eyes, she was speechless and choked.
However, maybe this is the scene Jiang Chen fantasized about parting with her?
Jiang Chen actually fantasizes about holding hands and looking at each other with tears in his eyes?
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times?
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Are you so important to him? Without your own company, any scenery will lose its color?
Qin Xuerong was trembling all over, feeling the urge to follow Jiang Chen to the end of the world at all costs.
Beside them, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others all had eyes filled with visible envy and a trace of jealousy.
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In Beijing, in the office of the Chinese Department of Peking University.
Lin Shuang had already stood up. When Jiang Chen finished writing a line of words, he stood up directly and looked at the live broadcast with wide eyes. His face was full of disbelief. He wanted to ask what happened. What.
But she looked at Huang Bo extremely seriously, and her facial muscles were trembling with excitement. She didn't dare to speak, so she could only stare with wide eyes.
But as she watched, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, because she was so excited that she wanted to shout loudly, and two lines of tears overflowed from her eyes, and she kept shouting in her heart - how is this possible? How is this possible? How could this happen?
Professor Huang Bo was also so excited that his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
Saw it with my own eyes!
That’s the most shocking thing.
He had previously watched Jiang Chen's videos of "Lang Tao Sha Ling", "Poppy Beauty", "Drunk Flower Yin", "Compassion for the Farmers", "Dusk River Yin", and "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge". Because it was just a video, although it was shocking and shocking, it was far from watching the live broadcast with his own eyes. , the excitement of witnessing the birth of a work with your own eyes.
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.
Next to her, Lin Shuang's eyes were already blurry with tears. She quickly reached out to wipe her tears, then stared at all the words of the work displayed on the live broadcast screen, her tone trembled with excitement, and she whispered I read: "The cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to go."
"Looking at each other's tearful eyes while holding hands, I was speechless and choked."
"Thinking about it, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is sinking in the sky."
"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and cold. It's the autumn festival."
"Where can I wake up tonight? The willow bank, the dawn breeze is waning."
"It's been a good time."
"Even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell..."
Huh huh...
After Lin Shuang finished reading, she was still gasping with excitement. She gasped for several times before she calmed down a little. He was so excited that he finally couldn't help but said loudly: "This, this, Professor Huang, isn't this a song poem that he originally composed on the spot? In my impression, it's completely There is no Song poem like this from Yu Lin Ling Ci Pai.”
“This piece is better than the few masterpieces of Song poems in our college textbooks. If it is an ancient work, it cannot be buried!”
"Professor Huang, who is this person? Is this his own work?" Lin Shuang asked all the questions in his heart at once.
Huang Bo's eyes did not leave the words written by Jiang Chen on the screen, while he said softly: "His name is Jiang Chen. You can find out by searching yourself. He is a very popular anchor in the Magic City. I only found out about him last night. My father recommended it to me. It was the first time I saw his work. Just like you, I’m astonished!”
Lin Shuang’s eyes widened: “So, is this really written by him? Is there anyone who can write such a poem? I don’t know the rhythm very well! Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank is dawning and the moon is waning. After all these years, it should be a good time. Even though there are thousands of sentiments in the world, who can say this? These sentences are enough to be passed down through the ages! It's incredible. This kind of work really shouldn't be possible in our time. I am sure this is written by him, and it is not just this one. If you search for his other works, you will be even more amazed, and you will know what true talent is."
Lin Shuang Jiu. He took out his mobile phone and searched for Jiang Chen's name with trembling fingers, and several works quickly appeared!
Lang Tao Sha Ling, poppy poppies, drunken flowers, the singing of the dusk river, night mooring at the maple bridge, pity the farmers...
Lin Shuang's hand holding the mobile phone was trembling all the time, and she was reciting a poem in a low voice. Works: "I didn't know I was a guest in the dream, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while... When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone, and there are people in the sky... This, this, this... Is this what a human can write?"
" I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of autumn water flowing eastward..."
"Dongli is drinking wine. After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but feel ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ..."
"The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maple is fishing and the fire is facing me... Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship..."
"Hiss..."
Lin Shuang kept sucking in cold air, which made the temperature of the room rise a bit.
"Why do I only know about him now? With such a masterpiece and such calligraphy, shouldn't the entire Chinese literary world have been suppressed long ago?"
Lin Shuang issued a soul torture.
Huang Bo was silent for a moment after hearing this, and felt that Jiang Chen's talent had really been buried, and said: "I only found out about him yesterday, and I have the same questions as you. But, this is the fact. ! Maybe it’s because he didn’t realize his talents for the first thirty years, and now he suddenly started to create after he was thirty years old, so his talents that he had suppressed for thirty years exploded so violently!”
"There are also such men of letters in history who only started to become famous at the age of forty, and suddenly left a few masterpieces that have been handed down for generations."
Lin Shuang looked at the live broadcast screen again, his pretty face was still full of smiles. He couldn't believe it and asked again: "Isn't it really a lost masterpiece of some ancient great writer?"
Huang Bo shook his head: "I'm sure not, I have the same thing as you Regarding my doubts, I asked several expert friends in the archaeological field last night. There has been no discovery of anything in literature recently. If there was such a big discovery, it would have been reported in the news long ago. It is impossible that only Jiang Chen knows about it. No one. Anyone else knows."
"Look who this person is!"
Huang Bo asked, pointing to a beautiful figure on the screen.
Lin Shuang stared at it carefully, and then said in shock: "Is it Qin Xuerong?"
Huang Bo nodded: "Yes, Qin Xuerong. She has already sent a lecture invitation to Jiang Chen on behalf of Double Star and invited Jiang Chen to Double Star. Jiang Chen has agreed to teach a public class, but he just doesn’t have time to go. When he returns to the Magic City after his trip, he will go to Shuangxing to give a class.”
Lin Shuang watched carefully. , that figure is definitely Qin Xuerong.
Although Qin Xuerong usually keeps a low profile and few ordinary people in the outside world know of his existence, he is a famous genius in the field of Chinese studies. He is called the hope of the future of Shanghai calligraphy by the Shanghai calligraphy circle. He is less than thirty years old. At the age of 18, he was already a famous calligrapher, and he was also quite accomplished in the field of Chinese studies. He had published his own collection of poems and essays, as well as research articles on ancient literature.
Lin Shuang is also well-known as one of the new generation of talented women at Peking University. She is one year younger than Qin Xuerong. She also graduated from Peking University with an undergraduate degree, master's degree and doctoral degree, and then stayed at the school to teach. She is the youngest person in the Chinese Department associate professor.
The two of them have participated in many traditional culture symposiums together and have had many private exchanges, so they can be regarded as acquaintances.
Just now, Lin Shuang's gaze had been on Jiang Chen. He only glanced at the beauties next to him, so he didn't notice Qin Xuerong. Only then did he realize that it was Qin Xuerong, and he was shocked.
"She personally invited Jiang Chen. Those twin stars are definitely very eager for Jiang Chen! Professor Huang, how about we also invite Jiang Chen?"
Lin Shuang asked unwillingly. road.
Double stars can do it, then of course our Beijing University is more famous and ranked higher.
These few works written by Jiang Chen would be a guest at any university, including Qingbei.
It’s just that Jiang Chen has been buried now. If other well-known literary writers had written these works, they would have made a sensation in the literary world, become a leader in the literary world, and would also be crazy in major universities. Rob.
Huang Bo thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "There is no rush for now. Jiang Chen said in the live broadcast that he will travel all the way north to the capital. When he arrives in the capital, we will go and meet him in person. The most sincere invitation. "
Lin Shuang said excitedly: "That's great, Professor Huang and I will go together!"
Huang Bo nodded and continued to watch the live broadcast, but he was still talking about it. The song "Yulin Ling" written by Jiang Chen just now.
"Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon..."
"After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery."
"Even if there are thousands of styles, even more Who are you talking to..."
"Hiss..."
After reading, Huang Bo felt goosebumps all over his body, took a breath, and his eyes were filled with envy. .
He once had a dream of being a literary man. If this was the work he wrote, he would be willing to die where he is now.
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Zhang Li stood in the hotel, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast, and gently recited the Yulin Bell again, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and her fingers trembled again She recharged 10,000 yuan and rewarded it, and murmured in a low voice: "No matter how much you reward a work like this, it's not too much!"
She looked at the information in the live broadcast room, and there were already many people online at this time. Breaking through 170,000 people.
Only a few minutes have passed since the broadcast, and 170,000 people have watched it online.
There are countless barrages in the live broadcast room, and the screen is filling up every second.
“I feel like crying.”
“It’s so well written, Lao Jiang, you made me cry when you sang and you made me cry when you wrote poems, it’s awesome.”
"Where can I wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon... What kind of talent does this have to write such a sentence?"
"But I have no education, so I can only Say something - awesome! ”
"I'm so stupid!"
"Lao Jiang, you're awesome..."
"Old Jiang, come to the capital."
"Lao Jiang versus Suzhou I’m so fond of it that I wrote this Yulin Ring before I left!”
“Lao Jiang, let’s go back to the Magic City”
...
Dense barrage.
Jiang Chen finished writing without looking at it, put down the pen, waved to Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and others, then turned around and walked towards the car.
He didn't want to feel the sadness of parting.
Qin Xuerong could no longer hold back her tears. While wiping away her tears, she waved to Jiang Chen and said softly: "I'm waiting for you at Shuangxing!"
Jiang Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Actually, he is not really as reluctant and sad as expressed in this Yu Linling song.
It's just that this poem just suited the situation and the situation, so he wrote it. It was not a farewell poem specifically for Qin Xuerong.
So, Jiang Chen just wanted to leave quickly, fearing that Qin Xuerong would misunderstand him even more.
Qin Hanming stepped forward and said: "Lao Jiang, please leave this work at my place. It's raining now. I won't take it with you."
Jiang Chen waved to Qin Hanming: "Okay, let's put them together at your place. Goodbye!"
Qin Hanming: "Goodbye, have a nice trip."
Wang Zhenhua: "Goodbye, Jiang Chen! "
Li Hui: "Goodbye, remember to go back to the Magic City. Don't forget that so many of your works are still here with Lao Qin."
Jiang Chen nodded with a smile and sat quietly. In the back seat of the car.
Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Wang Jing, and Li Wen quickly put away the desk, the four treasures of the study and other things and loaded them in the car.
Han Qing fixed the mobile phone with the live broadcast on in the back seat and sat next to Jiang Chen. Chen Xiaojia was driving in front.
Under the watchful eyes of Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and others, the two cars set off slowly.
Chen Xiaojia, who was driving in front, asked: "Lao Jiang, where are we going now?"
Jiang Chen looked to the east: "Go and see the sea, go north along the seaside!"
Chen Xiaojia, who was driving, suddenly became excited: "Okay, I just want to see the sea."
Picking up the walkie-talkie, Chen Xiaojia said to her: "Yuexi, let's go to the beach and walk north along the coastline. Look at the sea.”
Pu Yuexi’s happy voice came from the intercom: “Okay, let’s go along the sea!”
Many viewers in the live broadcast room began to make suggestions.
“Lao Jiang wants to see the sea, come to Xiamen!”
"To see the sea, just go back to Shanghai. Lao Jiang, you are going in the wrong direction. Turn around."
"Lao Jiang, it is best to come to Hainan to see the sea."
"Old Jiang, come to Tianjin to see the sea, it is also very close to the capital..."
"Wow, the people of Suzhou have begun to miss Lao Jiang..."
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Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room suggested that Jiang Chen go to his hometown and wanted to have close contact with Jiang Chen.
Unfortunately, Jiang Chen didn’t look at the barrage at all, he just looked at the scenery outside the window, the canal and Suzhou that were gradually receding.
The car headed towards the sea.
Han Qing also kept the live broadcast on, at least for half an hour, while looking at the scenery outside and feeling the wind blowing in from the window.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room continued to decrease, but it stabilized when it reached about 100,000 people. These 100,000 or so viewers are Jiang Chen’s most loyal viewers. They all want to follow Jiang Chen’s gaze and look outside. The scenery, immersive experience of Jiang Chen's poems and the distance, in the live broadcast room, constantly posting comments to discuss the scenery along the way.
He left not long ago.
You can see the coastline in the distance, and the cool sea breeze blows in, and the air in the car seems to become much fresher.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath, smiled and said, "This is the smell of the sea!"
Pricked up his ears and listened again, as if he could hear the sound of waves.
There are still 70,000 to 80,000 viewers in the live broadcast room at this time, and the rate of decline is extremely slow.
Han Qing also looked at the vaguely visible sea in the distance and said softly: "I have seen the sea many times before, but this time is the best."
Jiang Chen suddenly turned to the live camera and said: "You guys Do you want to hear the song of the sea?”
Tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room spoke.
“Think.”
“What is the song of the sea?”
"What is the song of the sea?"
"Hahahaha, Lao Jiang is about to sing, you didn't understand what Lao Jiang said."
"Looking forward to Lao Jiang's singing!"
“Think, 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."
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(It’s still one update today, sorry! I’ve been a little busy these two days, so I’ll resume two updates tomorrow. Thank you for your support!)
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