Chapter 137 136. I saw how charming Qingshan was, but I didn’t expect Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me!
Jiang Chen once again used his pen and ink to control many viewers of the live broadcast.
Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang, who were just about to leave the office, stopped and looked at the live broadcast seriously again. Everyone's faces were full of anticipation.
Same!
In the nearby Shuimu Campus, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng and others also stopped in the office, staring intently at Jiang Chen's live broadcast.
Yang Wenjie said with a little regret: "It would be perfect if Jiang Chen himself could be invited to yesterday's exhibition! Now the eyes of the entire Chinese literary world are staring at Jiang Chen's works."
Wang Xuefeng: "That's for sure! After seeing Jiang Chen's works, how can you dare to use other people's works to embarrass others?"
The two of them smiled.
Jiang Chen didn’t attend any gatherings in the capital’s cultural circle for a few days before, which had already offended some people. Therefore, even though Jiang Chen was talented and had unique calligraphy skills, there were still some old people in the circle. Qualification means Jiang Chen is too young, and other opinions, and I want to suppress Jiang Chen.
But!
Anyone who has seen the authentic works of Jiang Chen will never be able to say that again, because the gap is too big.
In addition, in the collection market, Jiang Chen’s works are so highly sought after that some people in the cultural circle who want to suppress Jiang Chen have nothing to say and can only remain silent. He won't speak anymore, but he won't publicly express his support for Jiang Chen.
After all, it is impossible for these veterans to help you in vain without receiving any benefits themselves.
If Jiang Chen blends in, openly brags about each other, flatters each other commercially, puts the other party in a higher position, and presents one or two works, he may be able to gain the support of these people.
But...
Jiang Chen didn't even see them. There wasn't even an authentic piece of the work circulating in the market, and it was impossible to give it away, nor would he engage in these false entertainments.
So, although Jiang Chen is now considered unique in the literary and calligraphy circles, he has not been unanimously recognized by people in the circle. He has only been recognized by most people of the middle-aged and middle-aged generation such as Yang Wenjie and Huang Bo. Certainly, most people among the older generation have remained silent. Only older generations such as Huang Wenqing, He Xianzhang and Yan Yiqing from Chengdu have publicly praised and supported Jiang Chen.
However, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng and others do not care about this. They just want to truly support good works and hope that the Chinese calligraphy and literary world can develop steadily and not really cut off the inheritance and be lost to island countries and overseas. The Chinese look down on them, but they are also fighting for a cultural heritage for their own schools.
After Jiang Chen and his party arrived in the capital, the entire Chinese literary and calligraphy world became much cleaner. There were suddenly fewer people who used the name of a master to give lectures and live broadcasts to cheat.
With Jiang Chen standing there as a living brand, many people are embarrassed to show off and brag and lie to others.
...
Far away in Chengdu.
Yan Shouzhong and his son Yan Rufeng came to the old man Yan Yiqing's house early in the morning to visit the old man.
When they saw the old man getting up at around seven o'clock in the morning and practicing calligraphy on Jiang Chen's writing video, both Yan Shouzhong and Yan Rufeng were a little worried.
I am worried that the old man’s state will consume too much energy and affect his health.
"Dad, take a rest and watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast."
Yan Shouzhong came up and said to his father Yan Yiqing.
Yan Rufeng sat there and said nothing, because he tried to bring back two authentic works of Jiang Chen's works to show the old man, but failed.
Yan Yiqing has just finished writing a piece of "Wang Yue". There are stacks of finished rice papers on the table next to him. Each piece of paper has Jiang Chen's work written on it. He doesn't know how much he has written.
Yan Yiqing's painting of Wangyue already has a touch of the image of a master, but it is difficult to improve further.
Yan Shouzhong looked at his father's calligraphy and said softly: "You are already a master. Dad, your handwriting has improved a lot recently."
Yan Yiqing sighed, sat down and drank a cup of tea to refresh himself. One person said regretfully: “I have made some progress recently, but it’s a pity that I am so young. I didn’t focus on calligraphy at that time, and now I have found the direction of my efforts. I can only go so far. It is almost impossible to go further! If you can put down the worldly things now and focus on calligraphy, you may still have a chance.”
Yan Shouzhong was silent after hearing this.
He is now the dean and vice-principal of the school. His career is at its peak. He will have the opportunity to go further in the future. How could he give up his career to focus on calligraphy.
Even though he also likes calligraphy and has practiced it since he was a child. He is now one of the vice presidents of the Chengdu Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher. But if he chooses between career and calligraphy, he will definitely choose himself. career, and will not give up the successful career and bet that I can become a calligraphy master in ten years.
Seeing his son's silence, Yan Yiqing shook his head and stopped talking about this. He had already said that he didn't want to say it anymore. He looked at his grandson Yan Rufeng and asked softly: "Rufeng, have you been to the capital and the magic city?"
Yan Rufeng said with some embarrassment: "Well, Wang Fei and Qin Xuerong both rejected it!"
Yan Yiqing shook his head: "No need to force it. Please! I'm old and I see a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough. Unfortunately, time has been stuck for too long and it's too difficult to break through. Even if you show me Jiang Chen's original work, it's just a pity that I can't. Appreciate the original work of such a genius."
Yan Yiqing's tone was a little regretful, but she still longed for Jiang Chen's original work.
Yan Rufeng didn't say anything, but he made up his mind again. No matter what, he would bring Jiang Chen's original work to his grandfather to see with his own eyes, no matter the cost.
Looking at the live broadcast, Jiang Chen was sitting in the yard beside the Mudan River, looking at the scenery outside the Mudan River with a sense of peace. The three of them had an illusion.
It seems...
Jiang Chen is the one taking care of his old age.
At this time, Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Go get the pen and ink."
Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong stood up directly, and came closer to watch the live broadcast carefully.
Yan Shouzhong whispered: "Is Jiang Chen going to write a work again?"
After leaving the capital, Jiang Chen has not written a work for two days, such as Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong, as well as Huang Bo, Yang Wenjie and others They were all a little disappointed, and they hoped Jiang Chen would stop singing and focus on calligraphy and literature.
At this time...
Seeing that Jiang Chen wanted to write and ink, everyone showed excitement.
Yan Rufeng doesn't have much feelings about this. Although he also likes Jiang Chen's works and recognizes Jiang Chen's works, he doesn't praise them too much because he is a businessman and has not been interested in the literary world since he was a child.
However, he is very interested in buying Jiang Chen's works, but it's a pity that no matter how much money he has, he can't buy Jiang Chen's works now.
The more so, the more he wants it.
No one else has it. If he had it, wouldn’t it make him more unique in the industry?
This is actually the mentality of most wealthy collectors.
They may not really like a certain collection, but they just enjoy the look of envy when collecting unique things that no one else has.
However, at this time, Yan Rufeng wanted more to fulfill his grandfather Yan Yiqing's wish.
At this time.
Han Qing had already trotted over to take the backpack containing pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing have already cleared a table.
Han Qing quickly placed the pens, inks, paper and inkstones neatly one by one, and then began to slowly polish the ink, without calling Jiang Chen who was sitting on a chair looking at the Mudanjiang River and the green mountains in the distance.
Several people at the scene watched quietly. Zheng Zehao and his parents stopped moving and did not dare to make a sound.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room also quickly increased to more than 500,000. They all looked at Jiang Chen on the recliner, and there were far fewer barrages.
“Lao Jiang’s moment of inspiration in the morning.”
“Lao Jiang was in the capital for a few days. Except for Xia Ke Xing, all other works were written in the morning. It’s so awesome.”
< br>"Do you want Lao Jiang to write a piece related to Mudanjiang?"
"Old Jiang..."
...
I saw Jiang Chen slowly stood up, turned around and came to the table, slowly picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and put it directly on the rice paper Start writing.
Without any hesitation. Congratulations to the groom.
Three words quickly appeared in the pen.
Many people were stunned when they saw these three words, because this word brand is very unpopular, and there are no works handed down from generation to generation. Only a few unknown works have been recorded in ancient books, because It is too common and has not spread. Except for some professionals, most ordinary people outside have really never heard of this word card.
Only people like Huang Bo, Yang Wenjie, Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong, Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing and others can tell at a glance that this is an ancient Ci Pai.
Yan Shouzhong stared at those three words and said softly: "It's a very unpopular word card."
Yan Yiqing said with admiration: "His calligraphy has improved a little. These three words The charm of the characters is more vivid, and his calligraphy talent is really like a monster, with no limit in sight."
Yan Shouzhong didn't know what to say, because such a calligraphy genius was really a monster.
What’s even more monstrous is that Jiang Chen can also write ancient poems that are universally praised and handed down from generation to generation.
These two blessings together have an effect far greater than two.
I just don’t know what kind of song Jiang Chen’s song to celebrate the bridegroom is?
Yan Shouzhong said in a low voice: "In history, few people wrote the word card to congratulate the bridegroom."
And Jiang Chen writes like a god.
The strokes of the pen did not pause, and lines of cursive calligraphy quickly appeared on the rice paper.
Every word seems to come alive.
“It’s so bad that I have declined.”
“I have been miserable all my life, and my friends have been scattered, and I only have a few left now!”
"White hair hangs three thousand feet in the sky, and smiles at everything in the world."
"What can make the public happy?"
"I see how charming the green mountains are, and I don't expect the green mountains to see me like this."< br>
"Emotion and appearance are slightly similar."
Seeing Jiang Chen write this, Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong both approached the live broadcast screen again, their eyes widening.
Yan Yiqing murmured in a low voice: "I saw how charming Qingshan was. I expected Qingshan to see me the same way. Emotions and appearance are slightly similar... How many life insights can it take to write these words?"
Yan Shouzhong's voice There was also a slight tremor, knowing that this must be another ancient poem of the level of a masterpiece: "It's so well written!"
...
At the same time.
In the capital, Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo and others were staring at the lines of text with wide eyes in their respective offices.
Zhang Shuwen even laughed excitedly: "I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I didn't expect Qingshan to be so charming when he saw me! Hahahaha... ok, ok... white hair hanging three thousand feet in the air, smiling at everything in the world..."
And In the live broadcast screen.
Jiang Chen’s writing style still did not pause.
"A statue is scratching its head in the east window. Thinking of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the clouds stopped and the poem was written, and the flavor was at this time. Those who are in deep sleep on the left of the river seeking fame will not know the wonderful principles of turbid mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. No. I hate that the ancients don’t see me, and I hate that the ancients don’t see me. Those who know me are the second and third sons.”
Written.
Jiang Chen's brush paused for a moment, and then he slowly put it down. Then without saying a word, he turned around and continued to sit on the rocking chair, rocking gently.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room at this time has reached more than 600,000, and barrages broke out instantly.
“After reading this, I felt goosebumps all over my body again.”
“Okay, I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I expected Qingshan to be the same when he saw me. This sentence is so flavorful, Endless aftertaste.”
"Hahaha, Lao Jiang is still very proud in his heart, otherwise he would not have written this sentence. If you don't hate the ancients, I won't see you. If you hate the ancients, I won't see you! Oh, Lao Jiang's talent is indeed comparable to that of several top literary giants in ancient times. .”
"The last two sentences made me tremble. Those who know me are my second and third sons! When you reach middle age, it is very rare to have two or three close friends."
"Lao Jiang, I want to buy this painting Work..."
"Lao Jiang, are you selling it? I want to buy it, if it's not enough, I'll add more."
...
Han Qing and Pu. No one in Yuexi said anything, they just quietly helped Jiang Chen put away the work.
When Zheng Zehao and his parents saw that Jiang Chen had finished writing, they continued to make breakfast.
But several people still kept quiet, not wanting to disturb Jiang Chen who was sitting there resting.
……
Beijing, Beijing University.
Zhang Shuwen smiled again in the office: "I know that with Jiang Chen's talent, he must be extremely proud. He doesn't take us contemporary literati at all. What they compare is ancient prose Great writer! If you don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see you. If you hate the ancients, I won’t see you.”
After listening to Zhang Shuwen's words, several people nodded in agreement and did not feel dissatisfied because this was the fact.
The contemporary literary world, the calligraphy world, and even the entire Chinese studies circle...
Who can compare with Jiang Chen’s talent?
Aren’t only the few great writers in history qualified to compare the ancient poems that Jiang Chen wrote, one after another, at the level of masterpieces?
Lin Shuang said softly: "Jiang Chen is lonely in his heart and compares himself to Qingshan. I saw how charming Qingshan is, but I expected Qingshan to see me the same way. Emotions and appearance are slightly similar! The last sentence, I know I, the second and third son, felt distressed when I saw it. I don’t know how lonely he is in his inner world.”
Lonely?
Huang Bo said in a complicated tone: "Since ancient times, at home and abroad, every genius is lonely. Only by being able to endure loneliness and loneliness can Jiang Chen have the calligraphy and talent he has now! He endured thirty Years later, I am willing to remain anonymous, and to explode on my thirtieth birthday is the best explanation of loneliness."
After hearing this, others once again had some admiration for Jiang Chen.
They put themselves in their shoes.
If they had astonishing talents and talents like Jiang Chen, would they be willing to be ordinary people for so many years?
They asked themselves and knew they couldn't do it.
They must have become talented teenagers long ago, and then be admitted to prestigious schools, and then indulge in praise, fame and fortune.
That way...
Even if they have the same talent as Jiang Chen, they will definitely not be able to reach the heights that Jiang Chen is today.
Once trapped in Vanity Fair...
That is an endless whirlpool that will continue to wear away your will and dreams, and then your talents will gradually disappear.
But Jiang Chen can be willing to be ordinary, quietly train himself, and finally become a blockbuster!
What kind of perseverance and perseverance is this?
Many people admired Jiang Chen from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.
The rewards on the barrage are even denser and never stop.
(End of this chapter)