Chapter One Hundred and Four

Now most people on the Internet believe that the poignant love story of "Luoyang Jialan" was not seen by Jiang Shu from ancient books, but written by Jiang Shu himself.

Jiang Shu's name as a talented man seems to have been implemented in this way.

Inside the apartment.

Jiang Shu looked at these remarks on the Internet, and the whole person was completely stupid.

Brothers, "Luoyang Jialan" was not written by me!

It was written by an ancient man named Yang Xuanzhi in his previous life.

And also......

I'm not a genius at all!

I'm just an ordinary second-generation rich family with hundreds of billions of assets.

It's true!

I'm really not as awesome and talented as you think!

Jiang Shu was yelling in his heart, but it was impossible for anyone to pay attention to it.

Then, Jiang Shu opened the scarf APP, intending to update another scarf, and insisted that "Luoyang Jialanji" was what he saw from ancient books.

But......

Before Jiang Shu could start typing, he received a call on his mobile phone.

is a completely unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jiang Shu chose to connect.

Jiang Shu: "Hey, hello. ”

A calm male voice came from there, "Excuse me, is it Mr. Jiang Shujiang?"

Jiang Shu: "Yes, it's me, are you?"

The male voice introduced himself, "Mr. Jiang, hello, our side is the Yanjing National Museum of Classics. ”

Museum?

What do museums do with themselves?

Jiang Shu looked confused.

Jiang Shu: "May I ask you for anything about me?"

The museum staff spoke, "Mr. Jiang, that's right, I see that a story in an ancient book was mentioned on a scarf that you updated a few hours ago, but after checking it in our museum, we found that there is no book in the existing ancient classics in China that has recorded this story, so we guess that the ancient book you read may be the only one!"

Jiang Shu: "???"

This......

Not really!

I'm just telling a story around my neck, and I'm just going to scare the museum!

Jiang Shu was stunned.

The staff member then said, "Mr. Jiang, can you tell us about the origin of that ancient book?"

Jiang Shu pondered and recalled, "It was a snowy night, and an old grandfather fell in front of my house. I helped my grandfather into the house, fed him warm soup, and put him to sleep in my bed. When I woke up the next day, my grandfather was long gone, but he left a book on my bed. I thought it was some kind of martial arts cheats, but I didn't expect it to be a broken ancient book. ”

Staff: "......"

This story is cliché enough.

The staff asked, "Mr. Jiang, where is that ancient book now?" If you have time, you can come to our museum and let our professionals appraise it, and by the way, leave a rubbing plate of the ancient book for us to display in the museum. ”

Jiang Shu: "Uh...... If I say that I wiped my ass with that ancient book, would you believe it?"

Staff: "???"

The staff had a serious face, "Mr. Jiang, if that ancient book is not a family heirloom or obtained through normal trading, you, uh...... The act of wiping the buttocks with an ancient book creates the crime of intentional damage to cultural relics. ”

Jiang Shu sneered, "Just kidding, just kidding." In fact, there are no ancient books at all, and the story of "Luoyang Jialanji" was written by myself. ”

The staff was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "...... Are you sure there really aren't any ancient books?"

Jiang Shu shook his head, "No!"

This one is really not!

Because the story of "Luoyang Jialan" did not belong to this world in the first place.

Jiang Shu: "Actually, what the old man left me was a villain book that was not suitable for children. ”

Staff: "......"

"Then Mr. Jiang, you can modify the content of your scarf so as not to mislead the public. The staff said helplessly.

In the few hours that Jiang Shu had been updating his scarf, several phone calls had already been made to the museum to inquire about the ancient books that recorded the book "Luoyang Jialan Ji".

Jiang Shu nodded his head, "Yes." ”

The National Museum has spoken, what else can Jiang Shu do, change!

So, he was originally going to insist that the story of "Luoyang Jialan" was Jiang Shu that he saw from ancient books, so he could only delete all the content about ancient books on Weibo just now, revise it, and then resend it.

Many attentive netizens soon discovered that Jiang Shu's Weibo had been altered.

"Hey, Jiang Shu's scarf has been changed, and this time Jiang Shu didn't say that the story of "Luoyang Jialan" was seen from ancient books. ”

"Hahaha, I knew that "Luoyang Jialanji" was written by Jiang Shu. Jiang Shu is awesome!"

"With Jiang Shu's talent, even in ancient times, he can mix up a lot of fame. ”

Although, in the revised Weibo, Jiang Shu did not make it clear that "Luoyang Jialanji" was written by him.

However, netizens have long acquiesced to this.

It is precisely because of this that Jiang Shu's name as a talented man is officially confirmed.

As the protagonist of the whole thing, Jiang Shu was crying and fainting in the toilet.

............

Two days later.

Today is the day when Jiang Shu and Xue Yi agreed to record songs together.

On the Internet, the popularity of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" is still there, but it is no longer as popular as it was two days ago.

After being lively for a while, netizens focused on other places.

"Hey, Jiang Shu, this way!!"

At the gate of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, Xue Yi waved his hand at Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu got out of the taxi and walked in the direction where Xue Yi was.

Xue Yi patted Jiang Shu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll take you to meet Teacher Guo first, and then we'll go to the studio to record a song." ”

Jiang Shu smiled lightly and nodded, "Yes." ”

Anyway, Jiang Shu's entire plan was already a mess because of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", so he didn't care what he was doing.

Could it be that the situation could not be worse than it is now?

"Mr. Guo admires your talent very much, and has always said that he wants to meet you, and I just have time to ...... today."

On the way to Professor Guo's house, Xue Yi and Jiang Shu chatted.

At this time.

A girl ran over with a red face and handed the paper and pen to Jiang Shu, "Jiang Shu, I have a friend who is your fan, can you sign her?"

"No problem. Jiang Shu smiled, and signed the name of the dragon snake on the paper.

"Thank you, thank you. ”

The girl walked away contentedly with Jiang Shu's signature.

But the two walked a few more steps, and another girl ran over to Jiang Shu to ask for an autograph.

After that, every time the two took four or five steps, a fan came to Jiang Shu to ask for an autograph.

Xue Yi, who was standing next to Jiang Shu, turned into lemon essence, "Why didn't anyone ask me for an autograph?"

"Probably...... I'm handsome. Jiang Shu laughed, in a good mood.

Xue Yi: "......"

............

Knock knock~~

Xue Yi stood at the door and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

Professor Guo, who had a childish face, stood in front of the two.

"You are Jiang Shu, a handsome young man. Professor Guo smiled kindly at Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu greeted Professor Guo politely, "Hello Professor Guo!"

Professor Guo is a leading figure in the Chinese music circle.

Not to mention that Jiang Shu is now just a little singer.

Even if Jiang Shu really returned home and became the heir of the 100 billion family property, he would still have to be respectful in front of Professor Guo.

"Come, come, come!" Professor Guo beckoned to the two of them, "You two don't stand at the door, come in." ”

The two of them changed their shoes and went in.

When he followed Professor Guo to the living room, Jiang Shu realized that Professor Guo was not the only one in the family.

On the sofa in the living room, there was an old man about the same age as Professor Guo, drinking tea with a teacup.

"Let me introduce you to an old friend of mine, Yan Changming, who is the vice president of the School of Literature and Literature of Tsinghua University and the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association. Professor Guo introduced the two.

"Hello Dean Yan!" Jiang Shu and Xue Yi greeted Yan Changming together.

Deputy Dean of the School of Literature of Tsinghua University and Vice President of the Chinese Poetry Association, this is really a bit big!

Dean Yan smiled happily, "Don't be so polite, sit, sit." ”

Several people sat down on the couch.

Professor Guo looked at Jiang Shu, "Jiang Shu, I have heard your name for a long time, and when I saw it today, I really showed a talent!"

Jiang Shu waved his hand, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

"The lyrics of your "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" are simply too meaningful, and I heard that the story of "Luoyang Jialanji" was also written by yourself, and you are only twenty-one years old, which is too much! When I was twenty-one years old, I struggled to even write a 1,000-word essay!" Professor Guo looked at Jiang Shu with admiration in his eyes.

"Haha, luck, luck. Jiang Shu scratched his head and spoke modestly.

And Dean Yan, who was sitting on the side and had been drinking tea, asked, "Is "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", is this a song?"

"Yes, this song is written by this Jiang Shu, and the song I filled in has been quite popular on the Internet recently, Boss Yan, you haven't heard it, right?" Professor Guo said.

"Haha, Lao Guo, you also know that I don't usually listen to songs, but since it's your new work, then I'll definitely listen to it when I go back. Dean Yan laughed.

"No need to wait to go back. Professor Guo waved his hand, "It just so happens that the two original singers of this song are here today." Xiao Yi, Jiang Shu, aren't you going to record a song later, then you sing it to Dean Yan first, even if you open your voice. ”

"Boss Yan, I can tell you, you haven't heard the song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", it's a pity!"

Faced with Professor Guo's request, Xue Yi responded in one bite, "No problem." ”

The accompaniment was played.

Jiang Shu and Xue Yi began to sing in duet.

And Dean Yan, who was originally leaning on the sofa and drinking tea casually, gradually sat up straight.

A few minutes later, the song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" was sung.

Professor Guo looked at Dean Yan with a smug gaze with a bright light in his eyes, "How is it, Boss Yan, this song is not bad, right?"

Dean Yan opened his mouth and gave a thumbs up, "The words are great!"

Professor Guo: "What about the song?"

Dean Yan: "You don't know that I'm a music idiot, where can I hear the quality of the music." You're playing the harp to the cow!"

Prof. Guo: "......"

Dean Yan repeated the words again, "However, although I can't hear the quality of the song, the lyrics of this song are really good!"

"Do you have the lyrics in your hand?" asked Dean Yan.

"Oh, there is. Xue Yi took out a song sheet from his bag and handed it to Dean Yan.

Dean Yan read it from beginning to end, and slapped his thigh at the end, "Wonderful!"

Dean Yan stared at Jiang Shu with burning eyes, "Xiaoyou, you wrote this lyric?"

Jiang Shu, who was stared at like this by Dean Yan, felt a little numb, "Uh...... I wrote it. ”

Dean Yan smiled and said, "I plan to write this lyrics into the textbook of our School of Arts and Humanities of Tsinghua University, what do you think?"

What, what?

Write the lyrics of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" into a textbook?!

Jiang Shuren was stupid......