22: Chapter 22, featuring the poem "The Magpie Bridge Fairy," astonished everyone.

"Uh, Jiang Feng, are you serious?"

Host Chen Xue confirmed with Jiang Feng once again.

It wasn't that giving a poem wasn't allowed.

It was just that, on an occasion like this, giving a poem felt far too inappropriate.

Besides, compared to the gifts from the other male celebrities, a poem was truly worlds apart.

"Of course I'm serious."

Jiang Feng said, nodding in confirmation.

He looked very calm, but in reality, he was truly out of options.

The Program team hadn't asked him to prepare anything in advance, and he had absolutely nothing on him right now.

If he didn't come up with some poetry or something similar, what else could he do?

"I hadn't realized our Jiang Feng was a poet."

Upon hearing that the gift Jiang Feng wanted to give was a poem, Zhang Xiaochen couldn't help but start teasing him.

His tone was extremely sarcastic.

"Poetry was relatively common in our generation."

"It was considered something very romantic."

"But in this day and age, it's not very common anymore."

"Mainly because those who know how to write poetry are mostly old, and besides, people don't need poetry to liven things up in their daily lives anymore."

When veteran actor Teacher Li Yunhao heard that the gift Jiang Feng was giving was actually a poem, he cast a surprised glance at Jiang Feng and then spoke.

The generation he was born in was a time when culture was booming; back then, if a boy gave a girl a poem, the girl would be incredibly moved.

However, that innocent era was long gone.

In this current era, if a guy were to give a girl a poem while pursuing her, the girl would think, 'Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?'

"Teacher Li is right; giving a poem is such an ancient thing to do."

"It feels like Jiang Feng's mindset is still stuck in the 60s or 70s."

"I actually think he's just being stingy and didn't prepare a gift."

"He wants to use some doggerel to pass it off as a gift."

"And while he's at it, pretend to be an artistic youth."

The audience in the live stream also started commenting along.

But at this moment, Jiang Feng clearly didn't know how the live stream audience was commenting on him.

He was currently brewing his emotions.

"Jiang Feng, you can read out the poem you want to give to Qingwan."

Host Chen Xue urged.

"Alright."

"Then I'll begin."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Soft clouds weave artful shapes, shooting stars convey grief, across the vast Milky Way, they secretly cross."

"When the autumn wind and dewy dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

Jiang Feng recited this passage of poetry with great emotion.

"What does that mean?"

"An ancient poem?"

"Damn, after all that, Jiang Feng wrote an ancient poem?"

"But what does what he read mean? I didn't understand a single word."

Among the celebrity guests, Zhang Xiaochen, Olympic Champion Chen Long, and others were all listening with confused expressions.

Clearly, they lacked the ability to appreciate such ancient poetry.

Only Teacher Li Yunhao and Li Qingwan were exceptions.

Upon hearing the poem Jiang Feng recited, expressions of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Especially Teacher Li Yunhao.

He was a lover of ancient literature himself.

Before his acting career, his profession was a university Chinese teacher.

Therefore, he was quite knowledgeable about ancient poetry.

When Jiang Feng finished reciting the first stanza of this poem, Teacher Li Yunhao's eyes lit up slightly.

There was quite a look of surprise in his eyes.

"This is a Ci poem?"

"It seems to be a poem praising the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

"When the autumn wind and dewy dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

"Interesting."

Teacher Li Yunhao muttered to himself.

"When the autumn wind and dewy dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

"What a beautiful poem."

Li Qingwan, hearing the poem Jiang Feng recited, couldn't help but murmur along.

But the more she murmured it, the more she felt it wasn't simple.

It seemed this poem wasn't as simple as doggerel.

There seemed to be great depth to it?

"Huh, it's actually an ancient poem?"

"What does the first line mean?"

"Soft clouds weave artful shapes, shooting stars convey grief, across the vast Milky Way, they secretly cross—what does this line mean?"

"When the autumn wind and dewy dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world—this line is interesting."

"Did Jiang Feng write this himself, or is it copied from some ancient person's poem?"

"I think it's copied."

In the live stream, countless viewers were similarly evaluating this poem.

If this poem had been posted online by someone randomly, given the nature of netizens, they probably wouldn't have given it a second glance.

After all, poetry was still too distant from everyone.

But this poem was a gift from the kept man Jiang Feng to Li Qingwan.

So the netizens were going to evaluate it thoroughly.

However, the literary level of most netizens was clearly limited.

So, even though they felt this poem seemed interesting, they couldn't appreciate its charm.

"Tenderness like water, the tryst like a dream, how can one bear to look back at the path home from the Magpie Bridge?"

"If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

Jiang Feng recited, word by word, this poem that had haunted the dreams of countless people in his past life.

How many people had silently persevered in their feelings because of the line, "If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

It could be said that calling this Ci poem an eternal masterpiece was not an exaggeration at all.

"Tenderness like water, the tryst like a dream, how can one bear to look back at the path home from the Magpie Bridge?"

Teacher Li Yunhao muttered.

"This describes the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge during the Qixi Festival."

"If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

"This line is brilliant."

Teacher Li Yunhao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Upon hearing this line, he actually felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

"This Jiang Feng, the poem he recited seems to be of a very high standard."

Teacher Li Yunhao's wife, Yang Lin, also couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Although she didn't have as high a literary level as Teacher Li Yunhao, having been influenced by him, she could still appreciate the basic quality of poetry.

"More than just high standard; if this poem was truly written by him..."

"...then I must look at him with new eyes."

"This is definitely the best poem I have seen in recent years."

Teacher Li Yunhao couldn't help but exclaim.

"If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

At this moment, Li Qingwan was also murmuring this line of the poem.

With her ability to appreciate it, she could also feel that this poem was not simple.

However, at this moment, her focus seemed to have gone a bit off-track.

Because she could clearly feel that this was a love poem.

Whether it was the line, "When the autumn wind and dewy dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the mortal world."

Or the line, "If love between two people can last forever, why does it matter if they are separated?"

Every line felt like a naked confession.

If she and Jiang Feng were truly a married couple, that would be fine.

But, they were in a fake marriage.