Chapter 209 208. May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart! Can a human write this?
Jiang Chen’s words instantly silenced the lively scene.
Everyone looked at Jiang Chen among the lights on the stage.
Yan Shouzhong in the audience shouted directly: "Yes, I will bring it to you right away."
In fact, Yan Shouzhong was prepared in advance and took all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Jiang Chen used in the morning It is prepared in advance, just in case Jiang Chen wants to use it in the afternoon, he will be able to use it.
Although, there are others who say it is not necessary.
Because Jiang Chen had just written two famous works in the morning that were destined to be remembered forever, they felt that it was impossible for Jiang Chen to write any good works in a short period of time.
But...
Jiang Chen really wants to write at this time.
Many people looked at him with amazement and marveled in their hearts - Jiang Chen's talent seemed to be truly endless.
Yan Ruyu and Fang Xueyi on the stage heard Yan Shouzhong's words and quickly walked backstage. As expected, several student union cadres and young teachers were already walking over carrying a long table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones already placed on it.
The live broadcast footage of the TV station also quickly came to Jiang Chen. All the staff of the TV station were also full of expectations, looking forward to what kind of work Jiang Chen would write on the national live broadcast stage.
At the same time, the school's own camera captured and recorded the footage, which was again projected onto the large screen at the back, allowing tens of thousands of people in the audience to see it clearly.
Many people in the audience stood up one after another.
Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Huang Wenqing, Qin Hanming, Li Zheng, Guo Haitao, Zhou Ming and other people from all walks of life stood up and looked up at the live broadcast expectantly. picture.
In the darkness, the picture on the big screen on the stage could be seen more clearly, and everything happening on the stage could be seen.
Fang Xueyi, Yan Ruyu, Chen Xiaojia who had not left the stage, and Pu Yuexi all quickly helped arrange the desk, pens, ink, paper and inkstones neatly one by one, and placed them in front of Jiang Chen.
Yan Ruyu once again stood next to the table to polish Jiang Chen's ink. Fang Xueyi moved her body forward several times, wanting to grab this position to polish Jiang Chen's ink, but she suppressed the impulse in her heart several times. , still chose to stand quietly behind Jiang Chen, looking at Jiang Chen's back and the table in front of Jiang Chen with Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia and others.
The number of people online in the live broadcast room has now exceeded 30 million, and the barrages in the live broadcast room are also densely passing by.
“Lao Jiang’s hard control and pen and ink service are here. This is the part I am most looking forward to.”
“I haven’t recited the Young China Talk in the morning, but I haven’t learned it yet!”
“I have a hunch that Lao Jiang’s masterpiece is about to be published!”
“Lao Jiang’s talent is real. He is so invincible that he only wrote two famous articles in the morning, and he can continue writing in the afternoon. It seems that this kind of masterpiece that others can regard as their lifetime masterpieces is in his hands. It's just like an ordinary work."
"Uh-huh, when will Lao Jiang continue the lottery? Just wait and wait to win the prize and achieve financial freedom."
"Sold for twenty-five yuan yesterday. Is Yi’s buddy in the live broadcast room? Can you tell us about your financially free life?”
"Woooooooo, I'm just outside Sichuan University, I can't see clearly."
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At this time, Zhang Zhiqiang was in the central area of Chengdu, where he just bought a high-end Sitting in a brand new study room in a large flat-floor house, watching the live broadcast.
The parents outside were looking at their children and laughing.
He felt like he was in a dream today.
He bought this kind of new house with a price of tens of millions today by swiping his credit card and let his family move in in the afternoon.
This was a dream that he never dared to have when he was driving a sports car.
Now, he has done it!
Of course he will not forget who brought all this to him, so he did not miss Jiang Chen's live broadcast this morning or afternoon, and gave back to Jiang Chen with practical actions.
In the morning live broadcast, he rewarded one million, and in the live broadcast just now, he directly rewarded three million!
This kind of reward made his hands tremble.
Although it has already affected 2.5 billion, he still can't adapt to it. This kind of operation of throwing millions still makes him feel frightened, and he feels a little reluctant and distressed. Thinking of 400 Wan can buy another apartment or buy a luxury car.
But...
He thought again that yesterday his bank card balance was less than three digits. Today, relying on the works donated by Jiang Chen, the effect was 2.5 billion, and he was rewarded with several million After going out and buying tens of millions of luxury houses, there are still more than 2.48 billion left.
He calculated that even if he spent tens of millions every month from now on, the 2.5 billion would be enough for him to squander for twenty years!
However, he would not be so squandering.
Twenty-five billion, he plans to use 2 billion for investment, 400 million for fixed deposit, and more than 80 million to keep at home as pocket money, so that his family will not worry about money for generations to come. .
Looking at Jiang Chen standing on the stage and picking up a brush on the live broadcast screen, Zhang Zhiqiang once again flashed a hint of excitement and gratitude in his heart, then with a shake of his hand, he recharged one million, and quickly tipped it out, and then He just stopped.
He thought it was okay to give Jiang Chen five million in return.
He knew that Jiang Chen did not lack the millions from him and would not ask for anything in return. It was just that he felt better.
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Onsite!
More than 100,000 people were watching the big screen or the live broadcast.
Han Qing also quietly came to the stage with her mobile phone live broadcast. Standing behind Jiang Chen, she could capture the latest scene, but she did not disturb Jiang Chen for fear of disturbing Jiang Chen's inspiration.
Jiang Chen was seen holding a writing brush and did not write immediately. Instead, he looked up at the full moon in the sky and stood there blankly.
No one among the hundreds of thousands of people present made a sound to disturb Jiang Chen, and many people followed Jiang Chen's gaze to look at the full moon in the sky.
Fang Xueyi, Chen Xiaojia, Pu Yuexi, Wang Jing, Li Wen, as well as Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong, Wang Fei, etc. in the audience were also curious. Looking at the full moon in the sky, his expression was serious and thoughtful.
Yan Yiqing whispered: "The night of the full moon is indeed easy to inspire! Since ancient times, there have been many Mid-Autumn Festival masterpieces. Jiang Chen may have been inspired by seeing the full moon, and he is still following the inspiration. Think and spread."
Yan Shouzhong and others around him nodded in agreement.
Most of the people gathered here are experts and professors in the Chinese department, and they all have writing experience. Although the works they wrote are far inferior to Jiang Chen's, their theoretical knowledge is better than the others.
Jiang Chen just stared at the moon in a daze for about a minute, and then suddenly lowered his head.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then like Jiang Chen, they all withdrew their gaze and stopped staring at the moon. They looked at the live broadcast on the big screen on the stage, their eyes full of expectation.
I saw Jiang Chen holding the brush, dipped the ink on the inkstone, and then dropped it directly on the white paper.
A few big words quickly appeared on the paper. Water tune singer!
Many professors and students at the scene immediately knew that this was a word brand name!
However, there are still many people staring at Jiang Chen's handwriting and studying it carefully.
Zhang Shuwen murmured in a low voice: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, a relatively rare Ci brand name! However, Jiang Chen's handwriting has a fairy-like feeling, as if every word is like an immortal descending from the sky. , shrouded in clouds It’s like fog, and the writing is so good! Even if Wang Youjun was alive, this handwriting would be nothing more than this, right?” Instead, he nodded slightly in agreement.
Because!
The words "Jiang Chen" are indeed full of immortality, every word is like an immortal descending from the sky.
Everyone who knows calligraphy has surprise and wonder in their eyes.
Huang Wenqing said in amazement: "I never expected that I would see such calligraphy come out in my lifetime. Jiang Chen is really a peerless genius."
Qin Hanming echoed: "The most incredible thing What’s more, this kind of calligraphy appears in our era, which is even more valuable.”
Others around them nodded in agreement with their words.
Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong and others all had a firm look in their eyes.
As for Li Zheng, Yan Rufeng and other wealthy people, their eyes sparkled with desire, and they wanted to collect Jiang Chen's works even more.
Next second!
Everyone stopped talking and continued to stare at the fluttering brush in Jiang Chen's hand.
A line of words quickly appeared on the white paper. The brush in Jiang Chen's hand did not stop at all. Every word contained a fairy spirit and a misty and cold spirit, which made people feel happy just by reading it. Afraid to touch.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine."
"I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky."
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings are too high to be conquered. Cold."
"Dance to clear the shadows, how can I be in the human world"
"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the house, and there will be no sleep."
"There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
"I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
Lines of text appeared on the white paper as if falling from the sky.
The scene was getting quieter and quieter. In the end, the already silent breathing became a little noisy. Everyone held their breath, as if they were afraid that their breathing would disturb the immortals in the sky.
All the knowledgeable experts and professors had their eyes widened at this time. Many of them were even flushed, their fists were clenched, and their whole bodies were trembling slightly. It was obvious that they were extremely excited.
Yan Ruyu, who was standing next to Jiang Chen and was polishing ink, also stopped the action of polishing ink at this time. After watching Jiang Chen finish writing, he slowly put down the brush and couldn't help but read it out softly, which was spread throughout the audience through the microphone.
“When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.”
“I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.”
“I want to ride the wind back, but I’m afraid of the storm. Building Yuyu, it’s so cold at high places.”
“Dancing to clear the shadows, it’s like being in the human world.”
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will make you sleepless."
"There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times."
“May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart… ..."
After Yan Ruyu finished reading, her face became extremely red, and her voice trembled slightly in the last few sentences. The clear and pleasant voice spread throughout the audience and reached the ears of hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the school. It also woke everyone up.
Many people in the audience were talking excitedly.
Yan Yiqing stammered: "This, this, this, this...this, can this be written by a human being?"
Yan Shouzhong's voice also trembled slightly: "It was written by Jiang Chen just now, Okay, okay, okay, although today is not the Mid-Autumn Festival , but this poem is the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem I have ever seen, good, good, good! I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles away. It’s great!”
Yan Shouzhong was so excited! She was shaking, and there were tears brewing in her eyes.
Huang Bo next to him also said with a trembling voice: "This poem really describes the feeling of reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival. People have joys and sorrows, separation and separation, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. But. May we be together for a long time and share the beauty of the moon! This is written through the ages, written about the Mid-Autumn Festival, written about all the reunions, and written all about parting."
Zhang Shuwen shook his head. He said with his head shaking: "This work is not like a work that should exist in the world at all. It is really written so well. Unexpectedly, the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the history was not written during the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as this work came out, Jiang Chen In the field of ancient poetry, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the history. Many great poets in the Song Dynasty have been completely outclassed."
"Coupled with Jiang Chen's long narrative poem Song of Everlasting Regret, which compared with many literary giants and poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Jiang Chen's current talent can be said to be greater than that of the Tang and Song Dynasties!"
"That's awesome! "
"The only thing he lacks now is time. "
"In other words, he is only one death away from becoming an immortal!"
"Even if he doesn't write another work from now on, wait for him for decades! He died after 20 years, and his evaluation was definitely higher than that of all the great writers of the Tang and Song Dynasties."
Many people around him were a little surprised when they heard Zhang Shuwen's words. They didn't expect that he would comment on Jiang Chen's ability to surpass the Tang and Song Dynasties alone. This was the highest evaluation in the field of poetry and literature.
Because the Tang and Song Dynasties were the pinnacle of poetry culture, leaving behind tens of thousands of works, thousands of which can be said to be handed down from generation to generation, and hundreds of masterpieces that have been handed down from generation to generation!
Can Jiang Chen suppress so many works by himself?
Li Wenjun kept reading this piece in a low voice, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help but fall down. He was too emotional.
Wang Fei, Qin Xueru and others were also equally excited, their pretty faces flushed, and their eyes flashing with tears, but they all held it back and looked at Jiang on the stage without blinking. Chen, looking at the masterpieces on the big screen that are destined to be passed down through the ages for thousands of years.
Qin Hanming, Li Zheng and other top wealthy collectors were all flushed with excitement. They all wanted to rush up and grab this work and put it in their collection rooms. The price was whatever Jiang Chen wanted.
Even Yan Rufeng and other young wealthy people who were not interested in collecting before were looking closely at the words in the picture, thinking about each sentence in their hearts. They were the first Once upon a time, I felt that the beauty of our traditional Chinese literature is so charming!
"It would be great to be able to buy this work! This work will probably become the top national treasure handed down from generation to generation in the future. With this calligraphy, it is difficult for this work not to be handed down from generation to generation!"
Li Zheng whispered, his eyes full of longing. If there was a chance to buy at this time, he would definitely do it at any cost, even if he sold his property.
(End of this chapter)