Chapter 109 May there be no regrets in Yaochi, and may we not fail to live up to people's wishes for lasting peace.

The people of Washington State watching the live stream were incredibly excited!

The staff member in charge of the live broadcast was also stunned!

We agreed it would just be a commentary, but you're going to write lyrics on the spot?

In an instant, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

The barrage of comments was dense and seemingly endless.

Wen Qingsong has a very large fan base in Washington, D.C.

If this were placed in Xiazhou, he would definitely be a king-level existence!

Right now, Wen Qingsong's fans are going wild!

In an instant, the Lunar Rocket, worth thousands of yuan, was being snapped up like crazy.

Almost every second, thousands of lunar rockets are launched into space.

In front of the camera.

Wen Qingsong still stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the bright moon in the distance.

At this moment, he looked somewhat forlorn.

"The moon is cold and the stars are few, I am filled with sorrow, and all that remains is a heart full of passionate emotion."

"A journey of great ambitions stretches across the land, yet all efforts are in vain, like a broken stem or drifting duckweed."

When Wen Qingsong was young, he was a typical example of someone who was talented but not appreciated.

He was young and ambitious, determined to make a name for himself, but he suffered repeated setbacks and became depressed.

Wen Qingsong's fans have a much deeper understanding of these past events.

Not everyone is born into a privileged family.

And on their path to adulthood, elders clear away the thorns for them.

"The moonlight shines coldly, the hundred miles of jade-like lake are covered with countless stars."

"I am filled with melancholy, and my aspirations are difficult to fulfill."

Wenqing Song sighed deeply.

His face showed even more dejection, and even his voice became much hoarse.

The bullet comments are no longer as densely packed as before.

Many people fell silent.

Because in reality, they also found themselves in the same predicament that Wen Qingsong had faced in his youth.

"Xiaque."

Wen Qingsong lowered his head, slightly raised his hand, and flicked his sleeve.

"Now, with the wind still in the four seas and the white dew turning to frost, I stand by the abyss and remember my old friend."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and walked towards the withered forest.

The live stream crew quickly turned the camera around and followed closely, always maintaining a distance of four or five meters from Wen Qingsong.

Passing through the withered forest, the ancient town lies ahead.

The ancient town did not fall into desolation because of the night; it was still brightly lit and bustling with activity.

"With a sense of loss, I bid farewell to Ziyun Ferry and quietly enter the myriad lights of homes."

Standing at the entrance of the ancient town, Wen Qingsong stopped, looked up, and gazed at the starry sky.

"The Milky Way is silent, the moonlight shrouds the night, and the frost shines brighter than the moon."

"May there be no resentment in the Jade Pool, and may people's wishes for lasting peace be fulfilled."

What a magnificent sight, frost surpassing even the moon!

What a wonderful wish for lasting peace and prosperity!

This almost made Li Donglai, who was watching the live stream, jump up in anger.

Give me back my Lunar Rocket!

Staring intently at Wen Qingsong, who was still putting on airs with his hands behind his back, Li Donglai launched into a tirade of curses.

pedantic scholar!

Without a second thought, he grabbed the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that he had painstakingly written over a day and a night and tore it up on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

Gong Jing was already used to the crumpled paper scraps scattered on the ground, but now she asked with interest, "Did you run into the same word again?"

"That Wen Qingsong is utterly shameless!"

"You could say he was just using the moon to express his feelings, venting his frustrations about not being recognized for his talents when he was young, and that would be enough, wouldn't it?"

"He's got a really strange way of thinking."

"The second stanza takes an abrupt and unexpected turn, using the moon to reflect on oneself, remaining true to one's original aspirations!"

"What's even more amazing is that they ended by praying for peace and tranquility on earth!"

"They directly elevated their personal grievances to the level of the well-being of all people!"

What does he want to do?

Seeing Li Donglai's exasperation, Gong Jing did not offer any comfort.

"Then go ahead and argue back."

"What? Don't you always talk about people like Wen Qingsong and He Zhongting?"

"This is a golden opportunity for you to prove yourself."

Li Donglai: ...

He glanced at the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him, then at Wen Qingsong, who was still putting on airs under the camera's lens.

Li Donglai felt exhausted. He rubbed his temples and then plopped down on the sofa.

That's all.

A bunch of pedantic scholars, I'm ashamed to associate with you!

Seeing Li Donglai's embarrassed expression, Gong Jingxin understood and changed the subject.

"Did you arrange the 'Number One Restaurant Under Heaven' project?"

"Yes, I instructed Xiao Zhou to do it."

Li Donglai perked up instantly at the mention of this.

"I knew Lin Rui was up to no good."

"Why does he have to play with incomplete sentences all of a sudden, making everyone anxious and uneasy?"