As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

Chapter 183

The more you read, the more you will remember.

"The big strings are as noisy as the rushing rain, and the small strings are as soft as whispers."

"The sounds of the strings are mixed, and the big and small pearls fall on the jade plate."

........

Jiang Chen's poem is still going on.

A surprised discussion rang out in the crowd.

"These two sentences are also well written."

"Is he almost finished writing?"

"But why do I always feel that he can continue writing?"

"How is it possible? It's not bad to be able to write so long after such a short time of thinking."

.......

In the live broadcast room.

There was a lot of discussion in the barrage:

"Is there any intellectual who can come out and explain? Is Jiang Chen's poem well written?"

"Yes, it feels quite smooth to read. Why is no one explaining it? Why are those authors silent?"

"Well, it's not that they don't speak, but... they can't speak..."

An account with the authentication information of a doctor of Chinese Department of Kyoto University explained leisurely:

"Jiang Chen is qualified to win the first prize of the evening's literature competition just based on the poems he has written so far."

"Ah?! Is it true?"

"Are the poems written by Zhuo Cainu inferior to hers?"

"I don't read much, please don't lie to me."

........

Faced with doubts, the account continued:

"Of course it's not... the level is too far behind."

"Jiang Chen's poems look simple, but in fact his literary skills are amazing."

"Didn't you see that all the authors were shocked and speechless, and even several old professors were shocked."

Hearing this,

Only then did netizens notice the group of authors around Jiang Chen.

They were already dazed and completely incredulous.

Several old professors stared at the rice paper in front of Jiang Chen.

Their faces were filled with surprise.

"Fuck, no way, is Jiang Chen crazy?"

"Alas... more than crazy, I also studied Chinese, the sentence 'After thousands of calls, she finally came out, still holding the pipa half-covered' is really awesome!"

"When I saw this sentence, I was stunned."

"It's really hard to imagine that this... was improvised by Jiang Chen?"

........

In the live broadcast room, more and more literature lovers came out and expressed their own opinions.

Netizens looked at the screen full of "exclamations" and realized that Jiang Chen was really crazy!

Not only did he sing better than all the authors, he was also good at writing!

The popularity of the live broadcast room rose rapidly again.

But this time, the people who called friends were no longer surfing netizens who liked to watch the fun.

Instead, they were all kinds of literature lovers.

"Brother, come to the live broadcast room quickly. Jiang Chen is writing poems on the spot. He is crazy and stupid!"

"Is Jiang Chen crazy or stupid?"

"No, Jiang Chen is crazy!"

"All the writers on the spot are stupid!"

........

As more and more people clicked on the live broadcast room.

The live broadcast screen even froze for a moment.

The staff on the scene immediately called the online live broadcast platform for emergency maintenance, which restored the line to normal.

Jiang Chen continued to write the poems in his memory on the paper without noticing.

"The warbler's voice is slippery under the flowers, and the gurgling spring is difficult to flow under the ice."

"The ice spring is cold and the strings are frozen, and the sound is temporarily stopped."

These poems are all descriptions of the sound of the pipa.

Everyone looked in the direction of Zhuo Shutong again.

Because, seeing these lines of poetry, they couldn't help but think of the song "Jiang Yue" that Zhuo Shutong had just played on the stage.

"Jiang Yue" itself is a sad song.

It is exactly the same as Jiang Chen's description.

Could it be.

The picture and inspiration that Jiang Chen wrote at this time were all from Zhuo Shutong's performance at that time?

Zhuo Shutong felt the gazes of the people around her.

She couldn't help but blush slightly.

Could it be that when she was playing the pipa on the stage, Jiang Chen had been observing carefully from the audience?

This is really.......

She looked at Jiang Chen with a complicated expression.

But Jiang Chen's pen suddenly paused at this time.

He looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Is he... looking for wine?

She subconsciously handed the wine pot on the table to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up and he grabbed the wine pot.

After taking a few sips from the spout, he exhaled a breath of wine very happily.

Then he continued to write:

"There is a special sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound."

"The silver bottle suddenly broke and the water splashed, the iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns."

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There is a special sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound!

The hall was silent again.

Everyone was shocked.

This poem... is really amazing!

It is so well written!

After coming back to their senses.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Shutong again.

The action of the first talented woman in Kyoto handing the wine to Jiang Chen just now was so natural.

It was as if she had made an appointment with the two of them in advance.

Then Jiang Chen wrote such a shocking poem.

Could there really be something going on between the two of them?

Now.

Even the writers on the scene had to doubt whether Zhuo was really having an affair with Jiang Chen.

Zhuo Shutong's face was red, and she looked embarrassed and angry.

She really handed the wine pot over subconsciously just now, who would think so much!

Gu Yuanwen clapped his hands with some excitement:

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"There is a hidden sorrow and hatred, silence is better than words at this time!"

"This sentence is really wonderful, it should be the best poem tonight!"

Zhang Hanming was stunned at this time.

He looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But he couldn't say anything.

In the live broadcast room.

The barrage suddenly decreased a lot.

The literature lovers seemed to be silenced suddenly.

No longer speak.

Other netizens were curious:

"What's going on? Why are you silent?"

"Keep explaining, I don't read much, I can't understand!"

"That's right, why are those authors acting like they've seen a ghost?"

.......

After a long while, the comments resumed:

"I kneel down, I kneel down to Jiang Chen."

"This sentence is so well written, I can't find the words to describe it."

"I've studied for more than ten years, but I didn't expect that at this moment, I could only think of two words in my mind: awesome!"

"Let me explain, 'There is a hidden sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound', this sentence is so well written, it's not an exaggeration to say it's at the level of a famous poem."

"The teacher is right, a good poem can be felt directly."

.......

"Fuck, is this true?"

"I didn't expect Jiang Chen to be so good?"

"Did we misunderstand him?"

"It turns out that this guy is not only good at writing songs, but also good at writing poems."

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Outside the crowd

Su Luowei and the others looked at the silent hall.

There were also stunned authors.

They looked at each other, all with a bit of shock.

Are the poems written by Jiang Chen really that great?

Why do all these people look like they have seen a ghost?

Xu Jingchu pulled an author next to him and asked, "Hello, let me ask, is Jiang Chen's writing great now?"

"Why are you all so surprised?"

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