Debut After Eight Years Chapter 150

Magic City, in a certain apartment.

Li Qingyao was sitting quietly in front of the TV at the moment, wearing a fluffy pajamas, her hair casually dangled, her hands hugged a soft pillow in front of her, her chin buried in the pillow, her eyes tightly watching the TV screen.

The TV picture is the good voice of China that Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV has just started to broadcast live.

The host Da Ji walked out with a microphone and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, I'm seeing you again. The good voices of this season are going on, and players full of surprises keep appearing. It can be said that it has been a good voice for ten years. The most exciting season ever. It is also known as China's strongest music talent show."

"As a host, I am also deeply honored. However, I always think that our program is also a cultural program..."

When Li Qingyao saw this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The host continued: "Why? Because our good voice in this session, whether it is a teacher or a contestant, is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Chen Xiaowen last time, and Professor Wang Qianwang in this issue are all representatives ."

"A friend of mine is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of a university. When he was preparing his class recently, he focused on explaining a few literary works by Professor Wang. Moreover, he said that he had lectured in class several times and the response was relatively good. The students also participated enthusiastically and asked him to speak again. He had no choice but to continue digging into Professor Wang's works, trying to dig out some more connotations..."

There was a round of applause at the scene.

Standing in the waiting area, Wang Qian also smiled and applauded. The photographer gave him a shot specially, so that viewers from all over the country can see his position.

Wang Qian's smile was a little helpless.

The host spoke as if the lecturer was forcing the connotation.

There are two trees in the yard, one is a jujube tree, the other is also a jujube tree...

The connotation of this sentence can be expressed in a long comment of tens of thousands of words...

Wang Qian's memory is still fresh.

However, when he saw the camera gave himself, he immediately showed a bright smile.

The applause at the scene was even more enthusiastic.

The four instructors sitting in the positions also smiled and applauded, and they were all looking forward to the calligraphy works that Wang Qian would present to them.

The host quickly said: "However, many people have only noticed how excellent Professor Wang's literary works are. Only a few people have noticed. Professor Wang's calligraphy is actually the top contemporary calligraphy, and he has created a kind of calligraphy. The font has also been recognized by many people in the calligraphy circle."

"Professor Wang is known as the only master of calligraphy in modern times. Every time I come to host a program and meet Professor Wang, I feel a little nervous, afraid of performing badly, and being ashamed in front of Professor Wang, just like in front of the teacher. The performance is not the same."

The host's words once again made the scene burst into laughter!

Just like the last time a certain instructor dared not say more when he commented on Wang Qian, he was afraid of saying something wrong.

Because Wang Qian is really not lost to the four mentors in terms of status, and even surpasses them in the fields of literature, music and art, so they dare not comment at will.

It's not like some music variety shows, trainees, young traffic singers who debuted in the draft, not yet a popular traffic singer, just a popular traffic singer, dare to be a teacher on the show, and feel free to comment on the works of famous senior singers!

These four instructors, in front of Wang Qian, did not dare to do such random comments.

The host stopped talking nonsense and said now: "This time, the four tutors asked Professor Wang for calligraphy together, and Professor Wang agreed. Moreover, Professor Wang also agreed that the director can write calligraphy for the four tutors on the spot. Then, we are on the show. Before the contestants formally perform, first invite Professor Wang to write four calligraphy works to the four instructors on the spot, so that we can see Professor Wang's calligraphy art!"

The host immediately raised his hands and began to applaud.

The applause at the scene became even more enthusiastic.

The four instructors even stood up and applauded, everyone looked expectant and smiled.

Wang Qian walked out step by step, without rushing pace, bowing gently to everyone, politely, and then came to the center of the stage, where the table for writing calligraphy, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all set up. It is a good standard.

The host handed the microphone to Wang Qian and said softly: "Professor Wang, what do you want to say to everyone now?"

Wang Qian just wanted to get down the stage quickly and hand over the stage to the other players who are about to sing, so he said directly: "There is nothing special to say, I just want to tell everyone. Music and literature are my favorites. Two arts can cultivate sentiment and a stable character."

"When you are upset, talk about the piano and write a handwriting, and you can calm down. People say that I am a master of calligraphy of the founding school, but in fact I dare not be. Calligraphy is just one of my hobbies, and those who have studied calligraphy for a lifetime There is no way for a real master to compare."

"Thin gold calligraphy, I just made it by accident. Everyone is interested, so try to write. There is no need to look too high! It's just a type of font..."

Finished.

Wang Qian picked up the brush, tried the feel, and brewed in his heart.

The host Daji listened to Wang Qian's words and looked at Wang Qian carefully. He wanted to see whether Wang Qian's words were true or deliberately showing a humble character.

After all, creating a masterpiece is calligraphy font, but not everyone can do it.

For thousands of years, there are only a few calligraphic fonts that can be handed down.

Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy fonts can be recognized by many people in the calligraphy circle, and even learning to copy is definitely qualified to be called a master of calligraphy.

Wang Qian himself expressed his disapproval, placing his position very low, and at the same time saying that the calligraphy font he created was ordinary.

After a closer look, Da Ji felt that what Wang Qian said seemed to be true, and his eyes flashed with admiration!

However, he did not speak any more.

Because what Wang Qian said may be quite controversial!

Your hobbies have surpassed many masters who have studied for decades...

Where are the faces of those masters?

Da Ji didn't dare to comment at will, maybe he became the target of being sprayed.

Wang Qian has already started writing!

The scene also remained quiet. The audience, tutors, and many staff members watched Wang Qian's movements from the big screen, their eyes were unblinking, and they didn't want to miss any details of Wang Qian's movements.

At this moment, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of viewers across the country are staring at the TV screen closely, watching Wang Qian's actions.

In the mountain city, Xiao Dongmei sat on a chair gracefully and calmly, but her eyes were slightly excited, staring at the TV screen, holding her right hand vacantly, as if holding a brush all the time, waving her arm gently, seemingly Imitated Wang Qian's writing on TV.

Not far away, Xiao Dongcheng looked at his sister and said to his mother: "Mom, look at your sister!"

My mother said lightly: "What are you looking at? One year older again!"

Xiao Dongcheng was speechless, and continued: "Mom, I think Sister may have someone she likes recently."

My mother immediately became energetic, looked at her daughter with wide-eyed eyes, and asked her son in a low voice, "Is that Guo Zhuangzhuang who came last time? That person looks very energetic, as if he is also a writer? I heard that my character is average. I don't like it very much."

Xiao Dongcheng shook his head: "It's not Guo Zhuangzhuang, Guo Zhuangzhuang was driven away by the old sister, I guess he dare not come again."

Mom: "Who is that? Your sister is either teaching in class or reading and writing at home. Who can you see?"

Xiao Dongcheng smiled and looked at Wang Qian on the TV screen: "It should be him!"

My mother stared at the TV screen for a moment: "This person? Wang Qian?"

Xiao Dongcheng nodded: "It should be. My sister specifically came to me and asked me to help him download the video of Wang Qian writing calligraphy. I watched Wang Qian's video for a long time every day. I also studied every piece of Wang Qian's work. Qian."

My mother frowned slightly: "I heard your dad say that this Wang Qian is brilliant, and his talents in music and literature are already considered masters. In the future, he will publish books and works and win several awards, which may be the leader of the domestic literary world. He may also be a great master in the piano industry. Your father said that within twenty years, Wang Qian may be a national treasure-level master in the domestic literary and art world."

"Can someone like your sister? And, can your sister be worthy of them?"

My mother's eyes were puzzled.

Xiao Dongcheng looked at his mother speechlessly and admired: "Mom, you are really my sister's mother. Wang Qian is amazing and talented, but my sister is not bad. My sister is so beautiful and her works are still very popular. He is still a professor at Yamashiro University, a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Beijing University, and there is also a place for my sister in the domestic literary world. Are these auras not bad, okay?"

Mom: "Then your sister stays at home all day, and no one has seen it before. What's the use of liking?"

Xiao Dongcheng frowned: "That's right! I can't help it."

The mother and the son looked at Xiao Dongmei with sad faces.

Xiao Dongmei had no distractions at the moment, she didn't hear, and didn't care about the conversation between her mother and younger brother. All her attention was on the TV screen.

I saw it.

Wang Qian was splashing ink on the TV screen, and words appeared one by one.

It is the drunken flowery shade that Xiao Dongmei has written many times recently!

Xiao Dongmei was familiar with every word in it and could no longer be familiar with it.

She also imitated Wang Qian's thin gold handwriting many times.

But this time I saw Wang Qian personally write.

Xiao Dongmei gradually had a kind of enlightenment in her heart!

This word, originally, was written like this.

She waved her arm gently, and her wrist turned slightly and flexibly, as if she was writing.

If you look closely, you can see that every movement of Xiao Dongmei's arm swing and wrist twist is almost exactly the same as Wang Qian's writing on the TV screen.

Not far away, my mother whispered to Xiao Dongcheng, “Wang Qian's handwriting is really good! It's okay to say that he is the master of contemporary calligraphy. It's just too young, too little qualifications, and no well-formed works. He has won a big prize, so his status is not so recognized in the circle."

Xiao Dongcheng praised: "It is his talent that is invincible!"

The Xiao family is a scholarly family in Shancheng, so the family has no knowledge and knows Wang Qian's talents and possible achievements in the future.

My mother nodded gently: "So, your sister is not worthy of others now."

Xiao Dongcheng smiled bitterly.

The old sister is definitely my mother's own birth.

Identification is completed.

West Lake City.

In the older family building of a certain Dong.

At this moment, Lu Chunhu is standing in the living room with a table in the middle. On the table is blank paper, pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qian's actions are written together.

Drunk Huayin!

Finished!

On TV, Wang Qian put down his brush.

Lu Chunhu also put down the brush lightly, looked at his own writing, and laughed: "Hahaha, there is a three-point image."

The thin gold font that has been practiced for so long.

Lu Chunhu's thin gold calligraphy is already quite popular. Now he is writing with Wang Qian on the TV screen, copying fonts, and imitating movements, finally let his thin gold calligraphy go a step further and write a little spirit!

Lu Chunhu is satisfied with this.

However, after he saw Wang Qian gently put aside the written Drunken Flower Yin on TV, he continued to write a song and cut plums.

Lu Chunhu hurriedly set aside the written Drunken Flower Yin, adjusted his posture and mood, watched the TV screen, and wrote with Wang Qian on the TV screen.

Capital!

Inside a courtyard.

Xue Zhenguo was also splashing ink at this moment, glanced at Wang Qian on the TV screen, and then lowered his head to quickly write down thin gold letters.

Xue Man didn't speak, but watched quietly, but he also held a brush in his right hand, imitating Wang Qian's writing in the air.

Both the father and the daughter did not speak, watching quietly, and each studied.

this moment.

All TV viewers across the country are attracted by Wang Qian's temperament at the moment!

It was a master temperament that seemed to have been immersed in the field of calligraphy for decades, and there was a kind of precipitation breath of Chinese learning all over the body.

Every time I write, every time I dip in ink, it is so calm and unrestrained, full of heritage.

There has been heated discussion on Weibo.

"Is this the real master? Kneel down! The so-called masters who hyped up compared with Professor Wang, they are simply clowns. They insulted the word master. This is the real master."

"When I see Professor Wang's words, I want to learn it. Is it too late to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"I'm drunk! I didn't understand it, but I feel so amazing!"

"This is a talent show? I'm afraid I didn't watch a fake good voice. Professor Wang instantly raised the good voice to a higher level."

"This word is really nice."

"This is the thin gold body created by Professor Wang? It looks good, and Professor Wang is so handsome when he writes."

"Please ask for a handwritten calligraphy by Professor Wang! The price is easy to say, and some of them can be privately chatted with me."

"This is the real master. I am a student of Zhejiang University. Our teacher Xu Wenwen said that her sister has a handwritten calligraphy written by Professor Wang, as a treasure, and can be taken to the school to see it. There is a room in our school. There is a blackboard written by Professor Wang in his last lecture. Without the permission of the department head, most people cannot go in and observe."

"Drunk Huayin, a cut plum, oh oh oh, two of my favorite works, if Professor Wang can give me one of them, I would die."

on site.

The four instructors all stood up from their seats and stretched their heads to look at Wang Qian in the middle.

Then, when Wang Qian finished writing a song of Drunken Flower Yin.

The four mentors were no longer concerned about their status and live broadcast. They left their positions and ran to Wang Qian's. A pair of eyes remained unblinking at the writing brush in Wang Qian and his hand, and the text written in the pen. .

And Wang Jingyu already took the Drunken Flower Yin that Wang Qian had just written with joy on her face and looked at it, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Da Ji, the host standing next to him, was full of longing, and wanted a picture written by Wang Qian.

However, this is a live broadcast. He is embarrassed to say that if he is afraid of being rejected, then he will be ashamed in front of the national audience.

Moreover, he also knew that his relationship with Wang Qian was so-so, so it was too abrupt to ask for someone's words rashly.

Therefore, he can only watch with eagerness.

The five people stood quietly behind Wang Qian, watching without saying a word, afraid to disturb Wang Qian.

Wang Qian didn't speak either, his mind was immersed in this mood.

Art is very particular about artistic conception and mood.

That is the so-called inspiration!

At this moment, Wang Qian has invested in it with his performance experience, and found himself a state of mind.

so!

Write as if there is a god.

Cut plums!

Slowly wrote it out.

Every word was poured into his spirit.

Wang Qian didn't speak, but lightly picked up the written handwriting and looked at it, then lightly placed it next to it.

Without saying a word, Qin Han immediately picked it up and looked at it, with a smile on his face, and then pointed at the location of the camera to show it, his face full of triumph.

Bang bang bang...

There were audience members who wanted to applaud.

Qin Han and Wang Jingyu, as well as Cui Wenfeng and Liu Junhua, and even the host Daji made a silent motion to the audience at the same time, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Therefore, as soon as the applause came up, everyone quickly calmed down, and they didn't dare to disturb Wang Qian.

Wang Qian thought for a while with his eyes closed.

Everyone on the scene, as well as all TV viewers across the country can see his state at the moment.

Many people are full of admiration when they see it!

This is the master!

Real master!

In the lounge.

Murong Yue said to Qin Xuerong: "Xue'er, your Wang Qian is awesome! He is a real master."

Jiang Yu: "I will also save a piece of it when I go back."

Murong Yue said immediately: "I want two!"

Qin Xuerong laughed, full of pride, staring at Wang Qian in the picture, as if his affection was about to turn into water, and whispered softly: "When he rests, I will let him write two characters for you."

Zhao Wei and He Fulin opened their mouths, but they didn't speak. When they looked at each other, they could see the emotion in each other's eyes!

Dare not say!

It's not good either.

They became famous with Wang Qian this time, and they have already been touched.

Want other calligraphy works?

People must be content!

Wang Qian closed his eyes and brewed a little emotion, and then quickly opened his eyes, writing as if there was a spirit!

Pen walks the dragon and snake.

Jiang Chengzi!

The old man talks about being crazy...

A piece of work was quickly written.

This is what Cui Wenfeng likes. He originally wanted to give his children a piece of plum or butterfly flower, but when he saw this Jiangchengzi, he couldn't help it. First take what he likes, can't wait!

Therefore, Cui Wenfeng quickly took the calligraphy work handed over by Wang Qian, his face full of joy, his smile from ear to ear, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Although he doesn't practice calligraphy, he has spent so many years in the literary circle of Beijing, and his appreciation level is extraordinary. He knows that this is an absolute masterpiece of calligraphy, and he also likes to collect calligraphy works!

This calligraphy must be collected when you go home.

Finally, it was Liu Junhua.

Liu Junhua looked at Wang Qian eagerly. He was a little slower just now. He didn't get this Jiang Chengzi. He regretted that he glared at Cui Wenfeng.

Wang Qian brewed for a few more seconds, and quickly wrote down!

Dielianhua!

The flower fades, the red green apricot is small...

Liu Junhua didn't ask for it, but only asked for a picture of Wang Qian's words, so he was very pleased to see this butterfly love flower.

This work can be said to be very underestimated!

Many people discussed Wang Qian's drunk flower shade, a cut plum, Jiang Chengzi, the teacher said, wait!

However, the two Dielianhua are also absolute masterpieces.

Liu Junhua especially likes this butterfly love flower spring scene, and the small emotions expressed in it are very good.

Seeing Wang Qian wrote this piece, he was full of joy!

Brush and ink swiftly.

Wang Qian also finished writing this Dielianhua quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief. He handed this Dielianhua calligraphy to Liu Junhua and smiled and said, "A little tired! But today I am in a good condition. I hope you like it. .UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Liu Junhua quickly took it, and hurriedly said: "I like it, I definitely like it!"

Wang Jingyu smiled and said, "This is the best gift I have received this year, Professor Wang, thank you."

Qin Han looked at the work in his hand: "It's really a good word!"

Cui Wenfeng still looked at his Jiang Chengzi and nodded in admiration: "It is indeed a good work..."

Wang Qian just wanted to put down the brush in his hand and saw that the ink was still wet, and even a drop of ink fell on the paper.

The host Daji quickly came up to help, and wanted to put this paper away.

However, Wang Qian was holding Daji's hand, looking at the ink on the paper, pressing the brush on the ink, and gently writing a word of heaven along the ink.

Frowned!

this…

Chapter end