Debut After Eight Years Chapter 138

When Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua went to class in the morning, they were a little absent-minded.

In class, someone asked Bai Hua: "Teacher Bai, are you looking forward to Wang Qian's poems?"

Bai Hua smiled to the students: "Of course I look forward to it. If there is anyone else in the domestic poetry world that can make me look forward to, then there is only Professor Wang! In order for Professor Wang to release new works earlier, I registered and recharged on Qianqianjingting and downloaded all his music works."

In the class, everyone gave Bai Hua applause.

Last month, for a week, Bai Hua explained Wang Qian's poems in class, one by one, in-depth analysis of Wang Qian's poems.

Bai Hua once bluntly said in class: The appearance of Professor Wang has raised the current level of the literary world in China to a new level.

This remark caused a lot of controversy in the field of literature and history of Zhejiang University.

Bai Hua was also called to criticize by the teaching and research team, so that he would not say such controversial remarks in the future.

However, Bai Hua did not take back his words.

Class is over.

Bai Hua walked out of the classroom and took out his mobile phone to look at Wang Qian's Weibo, and found that Wang Qian had not released any new news. He was a little disappointed, and quickly walked to the office, put down his books, and came to Tang Hepeng's office.

Tang Hepeng had just returned from get out of class, and was holding a brush, slowly writing calligraphy on the desk.

Bai Hua walked into the office and didn't say anything to disturb Tang Hepeng. He waited until Tang Hepeng finished writing a line of words one by one before he said, "Professor Tang has the character of Professor Wang."

Tang Hepeng shook his head and said with emotion: "It's too far, old, and abandoned for several years. Now I can't keep up with my physical strength. As the saying goes, painting a tiger and painting a skin is difficult to paint a bone. I have studied the words of Professor Wang carefully for nearly a month. It can be regarded as a preliminary imitation. If you want to truly write the character, the difference is still far away. I heard that Lu Chunhu has already practiced some flavors, but I have not seen it yet."

Bai Hua smiled and said, “Professor Lu came to the department to have a fight with Director Chen and forcibly removed a few blackboards left by Professor Wang last time.”

Tang Hepeng also laughed: "Lao Lu just likes calligraphy. Last time Professor Wang finished his lecture, Lao Lu moved the blackboard home to study. Director Chen visited the house several times and didn't want to come back. Lao Lu defended his life. Later, Director Chen took the students to move away while Lao Lu was not at home. Lao Lu didn't eat for a few days. He secretly came to the department several times to move the blackboard back, but unfortunately he didn't find it. I found it and moved away."

Bai Hua: "Just moved a few pieces. Director Chen was afraid of angering Professor Lu for good or bad, and agreed to let him take a few pieces. The remaining blackboards are kept in a special warehouse. Many people visit every day. , I also go to see occasionally."

Tang Hepeng glanced at Bai Hua: "If you like calligraphy, you can't miss it. I will go to see it for an hour every day and come back to continue practicing. It's a preliminary introduction. This thin golden body, it is not easy to develop the temperament of Professor Wang. ."

Bai Hua thought for a while, and nodded earnestly: "I only need to practice hard-brush calligraphy, and the writing brush is fine."

Tang Hepeng smiled and said: "Also, you are still young, and you can settle down by practicing calligraphy."

The two sat down and drank a cup of tea.

Then Tang Hepeng looked at the page on the computer, it was Wang Qian's Weibo page that was displayed, and said: "Professor Wang hasn't posted his work yet, it's a bit slow. Does he have to wait for the new song to be released after 20 million downloads? Fifteen million has now passed."

Bai Hua asked curiously: "Professor Tang, have you also registered Qianqianjingteng?"

A tinge of embarrassment flashed across Tang Hepeng's face, and he smiled: “Well, I've registered, I have charged ten dollars, and I downloaded Professor Wang's new song The Land and a few piano songs. The piano songs are all good and suitable for me to listen to. No wonder the old Peng of Zheyin praises Professor Wang so much, I understand."

Tang Hepeng doesn't like to listen to pop rock music so much. He thinks it is too noisy. Listening to piano music and practicing calligraphy are not bad.

After the last blow and subsequent face-to-face communication with Wang Qian, Tang Hepeng's whole life style has changed. He usually treats others kindly and has a lot of sunshine, and he has also found his hobbies in life.

Bai Hua suggested: "Listen to Professor Wang's ordinary road. You will definitely like the one you used to be."

Tang Hepeng was curious: "Oh? Then I will download and try, anyway, I can't use it up for ten dollars."

With that said, Tang Hepeng boarded Qianqianjingting and downloaded Wang Qian's ordinary road and the once you were.

Capital.

Xue Zhenguo and Xueman's father and daughter also practice calligraphy at home in the morning.

and.

The two stood at a table each, holding a brush, writing seriously, sometimes looking up at a huge LCD TV on the front wall.

The screen on the LCD TV is exactly the video of Wang Qian's lecture at Zhejiang University.

The video was specially edited by Xueman, and only the details of Wang Qian's writing on the blackboard were edited.

Each stroke has been slowed down!

You can clearly see the details of the strokes of each word written by Wang Qian.

The father and daughter have been practicing for half a month, and piles of paper are covered with various Chinese characters in thin gold.

The two filled the white paper without saying a word.

Xue Zhenguo put down the brush and looked at the slow-down scenes on the video. He carefully watched Wang Qian's wrist movements and pen strokes when he wrote, and said softly: "Wang Qian's calligraphy skills are amazing. Planning, obviously after a long period of practice, has formed an instinct."

Xueman also put down his brush, looked at the video, and said softly: "Yes, it's a pity that I can't get the blackboard to observe and study up close."

A hint of irritation and wry smile flashed in Xue Zhenguo's eyes: "The people at Zhejiang University have stored the blackboard used by Wang Qian. The treasure is very good. Chen Xiangdong said I can go to look at it, but I want to borrow it. There is no way. Last month, Beijing A member of the calligraphy association went to Zhejiang University to see it for a few days, and when he came back, he said that he had gained something."

Xueman smiled and said, “I'll just take a look when I have time. Then I will take a few photos and take them back to enlarge and print them out. You can also observe and learn.”

Xue Zhenguo shook his head and said solemnly: "It's not the same. Just looking at photos and videos is different. It's different from the real thing, and the difference in spirit is too big."

Xueman: "Then let's find a way to exchange a few blackboards with Zhejiang University. Didn't Professor Wang leave them more than a dozen blackboards? So many, it's okay to give us a few dollars."

Xue Zhenguo was angry when he said this, and said coldly: "Chen Xiangdong thinks very beautifully. If he wants a manuscript left by Mr. Hai Bing, he can only change a blackboard and dream!"

Xue Man's eyes widened when he heard his father's words: "Mr. Hai Bing's manuscript? Zhejiang University really dare to speak!"

Hai Bing is the pen name of a great writer who went out of Beijing University. He is one of the representatives of the Chinese Department of Beijing University. The few manuscripts left by him can be regarded as cultural relics. Some rich people have issued hundreds of thousands in recent years. Jingda refused to buy it at a high price as a collection.

now…

Zhejiang University actually wants to use a blackboard written by Wang Qian for the manuscript of a great writer who has passed away?

Are you afraid that you are talking in a dream?

Although Wang Qian's several works are excellent, his calligraphy is really unique, creating a style of calligraphy that the ancients have never had for thousands of years.

However, after all, only these works are available, and the time is too short. How can it be compared with Mr. Hai Bing, who has left several long literary works?

Xue Zhenguo was angry when he thought of this.

He felt that Zhejiang University was humiliating him and Beijing University.

Xue Zhenguo said lightly: "Let's go guarding those blackboards."

Xueman smiled and said: "Wait next year, we will also invite Professor Wang to give lectures at Beijing University. Can we also leave the blackboard that Professor Wang has used? Try to get Professor Wang to write more words than Zhejiang University."

Xue Zhenguo smiled non-committal.

He is not accustomed to, and doesn't like to regard a young man so seriously.

The discussion of seniority has been deeply rooted in everyone in the literary circle!

Especially Xue Zhenguo and the older generation, such as Xueman, are not too serious!

However, Xue Zhenguo and others always believe that no matter how talented young people are, it is difficult to be elegant!

Too young, young!

You are wrong.

No matter how talented you are.

No matter how amazing you have written.

As long as you are young.

Then you are not qualified, you need so-called training, so-called accumulated experience.

And as long as you are old enough and have deep connections, even if you write about shit, there will be a large group of people touting all kinds of masterpieces.

Although Xue Zhenguo couldn't understand many things in the circle, he didn't like it in his heart.

However, he is still instinctively maintaining this so-called tradition.

Ding!

A reminder sound came from Xueman's mobile phone.

This is specially set by her. As long as Wang Qian releases a new Weibo message, she will be given a special reminder sound.

"Professor Wang has sent a message, let me see!"

Xueman immediately picked up the phone next to him, turned on the screen and looked at it.

enter the Weibo!

I saw that Wang Qian did send a Weibo message just now.

"Sorry, I came back late last night. I was so tired. I only woke up until I slept. Seeing everyone gave me a surprise. Now the number of downloads of the earth has passed 15 million. This is what you gave me. Surprise. This data must have met my expectations, and the improvement is still obvious now."

"I'm glad that this song has reached everyone's liking. After I sort it out a bit, I will show you a new poem that I wrote."

Xueman was a little disappointed after reading it.

Not for publishing works.

However, she still gave the package that she liked and reposted.

Xue Zhenguo hurriedly asked: "How is it? What work is published? I will listen to it when I read it out."

Xue Man shook his head: "It hasn't been sent yet, he just got up when he said, sorted out his thoughts before sending it out."

Xue Zhenguo: "This kid's work is indeed something to look forward to. Few people in the literary world can make me look forward to it like this."

Xue Man smiled and said: "Very few people? I didn't see it. There is anyone else worth looking forward to. Senior Sister Dongmei can barely be considered half of them. I am embarrassed to recite the poems written by those other people. There is another one. A large group of people touted it, and I doubt that these people have gone to school."

Xue Man remembered the works of the vice chairman of a Northwestern Provincial Writers Association, all kinds of vulgar shit, and a group of people touted it there, just because his father was old enough, there used to be many masterpieces, and later generations relied on **** to return. Be able to sit on the position of vice chairman of shoes hereditary!

The young man Xueman said he was speechless.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent and thought about it carefully.

It seems that in the field of poetry, he really can't think of any other works that make him so expectant.

Perhaps, the works of some talented authors make him more recognized.

However, no one has yet to publish a new work that makes him look forward to it.

Ding!

Here comes new news.

Xueman immediately opened Wang Qian's Weibo.

I saw a piece of work already appeared on the page and was published by Wang Qian.

Xueman's eyes lit up, and she read out her voice in a low voice: "September 9th, Chongyang, homesick, this is the title, it looks like an ancient poem."

Xue Zhenguo couldn't wait any longer, and instead of waiting for Xue Man to read it, he leaned over to take a look.

"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land,"

"Every holiday season, I miss my family."

"Brother Yaozhi climbed the heights,"

"Put the cornel in one less person."

The two short poems, father and daughter, will soon finish reading.

Xue Zhenguo read it again to himself.

"I am a stranger alone in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every festive season. I know that the brothers climbed high places, and there is one less dogwood everywhere?"

"Put the cornus in one less person? What do you mean? What is cornus?"

Some doubts appeared on Xue Zhenguo's face, and he thought about it carefully.

Xueman quickly searched the Internet, and then said: "In some places, there is a custom of climbing high on the Double Ninth Festival, and there is a custom of inserting cornel on the head, which can ensure safety. There are records in ancient books..."

Xue Zhenguo nodded, remembering it already.

Among some ancient poems and ancient prose, when writing about the Double Ninth Festival, some wrote about Zhuyu!

It's just that these works are not very famous, so he didn't think of it just now.

Then he thought about it carefully, and he remembered.

"Wang Qian's literary background is very deep."

Xue Zhenguo admired: "This poem has no miserable words, but it shows the loneliness of being in a foreign land and the longing for family members at home. The more I think about it, the more I feel worthy of aftertaste."

"It's another masterpiece..."

In the last sentence, Xue Zhenguo sighed, his expression and tone were a bit complicated!

I don't know if it is happiness or sorrow.

The good news is that I can see such a masterpiece come out.

The worry is that Wang Qian's talent in ancient poetry is indeed unparalleled in the world.

This kind of work can be regarded as a masterpiece in the era when the ancient writers were born in large numbers. Wang Qian published one after another as if it were worthless!

How did this make other literati of the time live?

How can the so-called seniors in the Writers Association who are fighting for power and profit all day long have a face?

Xue Zhenguo is looking forward to Wang Qian's work this time, and he is expecting Wang Qian to continue to publish excellent works, and he is also looking forward to Wang Qian's failure, expecting Wang Qian to release a very common or even bad work, which will lower his previous reputation. mood!

Xue Man also read it several times carefully, then nodded and said: "Well, it is indeed a good piece."

Xueman picked up the brush, wrote the poem on white paper stroke by stroke, then liked and forwarded Wang Qian's work on Weibo, and then commented: "Good work, using the allusion of Zhuyu The first sentence is a direct topic, I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday season. Although the narrative is plain, it suddenly makes people feel homesickness. The plain tone contains the true feelings of Nong Nong, plus The allusions on the top and the back have aggravated the emotion of homesickness and yearning for relatives."

"It's really a good old poem about the Double Ninth Festival."

launch!

Xue Man took a picture of his writing with a brush and sent it out.

Xue Zhenguo took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo at the moment, and found that many people in the literary and artistic circles he followed had made some comments on this work.

Among them, Tang Hepeng also made a comment: "It is another excellent piece of ancient poems, not inferior to a few masterpieces about the Double Ninth Festival in history. Professor Wang's works have never disappointed me."

Xue Zhenguo said lightly: "This old Tang, now he keeps boasting about Wang Qian."

Xueman didn't speak, but looked at Wang Qian's Weibo, expecting Wang Qian to reply to himself and interact with him.

However, she waited for more than a minute, but still did not wait for Wang Qian's reply, her face was a bit disappointed.

Xueman also flipped through the people in the literary circle he was following, and when he saw a name, he frowned slightly.

Guo Zhuangzhuang?

This guy was educated by Wang Qian in the Zhejiang University class last time. After disappearing for a while, now he has jumped out again?

Xueman stared at the phone screen.

Guo Zhuangzhuang released the latest news a minute ago: "This poem is considered a masterpiece among the Chongyang Poems. A female friend of mine recently wrote a poem about Chongyang Ninth Festival, and I want to ask Professor Wang for advice. Because of me. A friend doesn't like to play Weibo, so I don't have an account. I will post it on my behalf."

"Drunk Huayin, the autumn breeze is high, refreshing, and the moon is thick."

Xueman carefully read the new work released by Guo Zhuangzhuang, and immediately said to his father: "Dad, watching Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo, he posted an ancient poem on Double Ninth Festival. I looked at it and it seemed to be the work of Senior Sister Dongmei."

Xue Zhenguo was taken aback, then looked at the works published by Guo Zhuangzhuang, read it, and said softly: "It is indeed a good graceful poem, a poem for drunken floweryin, and it is also written on Double Ninth Festival. The style is a bit like Dongmei's style. But how can Dongmei be with Guo Zhuangzhuang?"

Xue Man shook his head: "I don't know, Senior Sister Dongmei is a professor at Shancheng University, and she is not familiar with Guo Zhuangzhuang."

Xue Zhenguo also shook his head in confusion: "She didn't call me recently. When she comes back to Beijing to find me at the end of the year, she should tell me."

Xueman: "I think Senior Sister Dongmei might have been fooled by Guo Zhuangzhuang on the thief ship. Senior Sister Dongmei doesn't play Weibo, and she doesn't like to surf the Internet, so she probably didn't know what was going on, so she was posted by Guo Zhuangzhuang. work."

Xue Zhenguo nodded: "It is possible that this girl is older than me, and it is really possible to be deceived by an impure person like Guo Zhuangzhuang. However, this poem is still a little different from Wang Qian's poem in terms of standards. However, One is an ancient poem and the other is an ancient word, so it's hard to say."

"Guo Zhuangzhuang did this deliberately."

Deliberately asked Wang Qian with ancient words, so that he could not respond with this poem.

Otherwise, you just lose.

In terms of writing, Wang Qian's poems are obviously better, and are more like works of ancient writers.

However, this ancient poem released by Guo Zhuangzhuang is not so old-fashioned. People with deep literary background will know that it is a work of modern people.

As for Wang Qian's work, if you don't write the name of the author, but just look at the work, you will almost think that it is a masterpiece of a certain ancient writer.

This is the gap.

However, Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was an old word.

Then, Wang Qian would respond with ancient words, or pretend not to see it.

Many people in the literary circle have noticed this matter and started to pay attention to it.

Wang Qian's attention itself is extremely high.

Therefore, many fans of Wang Qian's fans, as well as passers-by netizens who are concerned about this matter, all reposted and liked, which brought the rhythm.

"Professor Wang's poem looks very good, but Guo Zhuangzhuang's work also looks very good."

"I finally waited for Professor Wang's masterpiece. It turned out to be an ancient poem. It's amazing, amazing. Although I didn't read it too well, I just called 666."

"Wait for the big ones to analyze the wave."

"Many big Vs in the literary circle are applauded."

"I read the comments of Xue Man and Professor Tang, and they all said they were excellent and good works."

"Have you read Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo?"

"Guo Zhuangzhuang? Is that Guo Zhuangzhuang who was convicted of plagiarism and refused to admit it?"

"Look, Guo Zhuangzhuang still has the face to ask Professor Wang to teach ancient poetry works, hahaha..."

Mountain city.

One piece is located in the riverside villa area.

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood on the roof terrace of a villa.

A few meters away, a woman wearing a simple Hanfu, holding a brush in her hand, writing intently, with her hair combed in a bun, and simply blowing to her ear, like a woman walking out of a painting, standing on a mahogany case In front of the stage, he wrote intently and intently stroke by stroke.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said: "Dongmei, I just posted an ancient poetry work of your last year on the Internet, and let the professor Wang comment. He hasn't spoken for a long time, maybe he was shocked by your work."

Xiao Dongmei didn't speak, she kept writing a piece of writing, put down her brush, and then whispered, "Who did you fool with my work again?"

The sound is like a hot spring, crisp and warm.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled: "I am not a fool, then Professor Wang is really talented and amazing!"

Xiao Dongmei glanced at Guo Zhuangzhuang, with a halo of wisdom in her phoenix eyes: "You can read to me the work he just released."

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Okay. I am a stranger in a foreign land, thinking about my relatives every festive season. I know that my brothers climbed up high places, and one less dogwood was inserted. It is a good piece."

Xiao Dongmei stood on the edge of the roof of the villa, looking at the river view, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said softly: "This is not just a good work. If you don't say it was written by people who are still alive today, you just look at the work, it's ancient. I believe whoever wrote it. My drunk floweryin is not enough to compare with this poem."

"Moreover, ancient poetry, I am not very good at it."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled: "Yes, yes, you are not good at ancient poetry, you are good at modern poetry! I know, you have published two modern poetry collections! But this Wang Qian is also very good at modern poetry, you don't want to read it. Modern poems he wrote?"

Xiao Dongmei recalled several modern poems that Guo Zhuangzhuang had shown her, and said softly: "I have read it. They are all excellent works, a little better than my masterpiece."

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Dongmei, don't underestimate yourself. Your work is not worse than his, or even better. If you lose this ancient poem, you can win it back in modern poetry! I think you must Can!"

Xiao Dongmei smiled faintly: "So, you use me as a gunman?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "No, it's what you said before. There are good works, so I can show you..."

Xiao Dongmei interrupted Guo Zhuangzhuang's words: "Okay. Stop it, you can go."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled awkwardly: "Dongmei..."

Xiao Dongmei: "Let's go, don't wait for me to get angry."

Guo Zhuang shrunk his neck. There are more than 40 people, and he looks a little scared: "Well, I'm not right. Then I'll leave, and I will see you next time."

With that said, Guo Zhuangzhuang turned around and prepared to leave.

However, he swiped his phone and saw Wang Qian's reply. His eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Wait, Dongmei, he returned a piece of work!"

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