Debut After Eight Years Chapter 554

Liu Shengnan, who was sitting in the crowd behind, listened to Wang Qian's words, tears could not help streaming down his cheeks!

There is only one pair of knights!

There will be no second.

And the only authentic work of Wang Qian is in the hands of Liu Shengnan.

Liu Shengnan instantly felt that he might also have uniqueness in Wang Qian's heart. His eyes were full of tears, and he stared dimly at Wang Qian's shadow on the podium.

Ru Ke, Chen Xiaowen, and Li Qingyao next to them are the most envious, and Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei, who also have works written by Wang Qian, are also somewhat envious.

Because, Wang Qian's writings to Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei are not very representative works. Compared with the one written on behalf of the expedition to North America, the meaning is much lighter.

"Katsuo, when I go back, I want to copy a piece of Xia Ke Xing, how about it?"

Ru Ke looked at Liu Shengnan and asked in a low voice.

Although she is a talented rock girl, Ru Ke was born in a family of culture in the Beijing circle. She also has a lot of attainments in Chinese studies, and calligraphy can be regarded as a reluctant entry. Naturally, she likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and she likes Wang Qian's incomparably sharp chivalrous work.

Naturally, Ru Ke didn't dare to expect that he could get that piece from Liu Shengnan, and only hoped that it would be enough to copy it and keep it for himself.

Liu Shengnan hurriedly smiled, wiped the tears from his eyes, nodded and said, "Of course you can. When you go back, you can come to Rongcheng to find me at any time."

Ru Ke: "Then it's settled."

Liu Shengnan: "Good!"

Several people looked at Liu Shengnan, and they were all about to move.

Especially Xiao Dongmei, who majored in Chinese studies, although she has written a lot of Xia Ke Xing with Wang Qian's unique calligraphy more than once in private, but she still hopes to copy the original works a few times, which may make her calligraphy better.

Li Qingyao, on the other hand, is willing to exchange all his property for Liu Shengnan's real work.

However, Li Qingyao knew that Liu Shengnan would not be willing.

And Liu Shengnan's assets may still be higher than Li Qingyao's.

Xiao Dongmei said in a low voice, "Professor Wang may write a work that echoes the Xia Ke Xing to bring this trip to North America to an end."

When several people heard it, they all nodded in agreement!

They have no doubt whether Wang Qian can write such a work here today.

They believe in Wang Qian's talent, as long as Wang Qian thinks, he can do it...

All eyes were on Wang Qian.

Everyone in front of the TV was also staring at Wang Qian.

Standing in front of the table, Wang Qian looked at the neatly laid white paper, and continued, "Mr. Xie, have you been back to China?"

Standing there, Lao Xie looked very restrained, and said respectfully to Wang Qian, "I returned to China for the first time 40 years ago, and I have returned to China several times over the years."

Wang Qian nodded: "Are you going to climb the mountain?"

Lao Xie thought for a while, and then replied, "I have been there. I have been to several famous mountains in Bashu. I have also been to Mount Lu and Mount Hua..."

The audience was extremely quiet.

Those who understood or did not understand remained silent.

Everyone knows that Wang Qian may be doing literary creation at the moment, so they instinctively quiet down and don't disturb Wang Qian. This is the least respect for literary artists.

And all the Chinese listened most carefully, trying to remember this conversation clearly in their hearts.

Especially Lao Xie's granddaughter and other members of the Xie family looked at Wang Qian and Lao Xie on the podium with the most attentiveness. They knew that grandfather might get what he wanted.

On the podium, Wang Qian slowly brewed some emotions in his heart and asked, "Have you been to Mount Tai?"

Lao Xie replied immediately, "Of course I have been there, but if I haven't been to Mount Tai, I would have gone in vain."

Wang Qian smiled lightly and said, "I went there once a few years ago, and I still remember it fresh. Lao Xie, you have been returning to China all these years, what do you think of me in China?"

There was a slight hesitation in Lao Xie's eyes, because he knew where he was now. This place was New York, the largest city in North America, the world's financial center, and the core area where North America dominated the world's financial street with finance.

If he talks about how China is here, I am afraid it will cause some people's dissatisfaction.

So, he thought for a moment and said, "The speed of development is very fast!"

Wang Qian chuckled, knowing Lao Xie's hesitation and understanding in his heart. After all, the foundation of the Xie family's development for hundreds of years has been deeply rooted in North America.

At the moment, Wang Qian said: "My first trip to North America is over. Today, I will use the feeling of climbing Mount Tai in my memory to write a work! It can be considered as a gift to me Huaxia..."

Lao Xie was shocked, his eyes were like torches, his whole body exuded a powerful aura, and he looked closely at Wang Qian.

All the people in the audience who understood were dark vibrating and looking forward to it.

Pairs of eyes stared at the picture projected by the program group on the wall.

In the picture, Wang Qian picked up the brush in his right hand, and his movements were soothing and elegant. It was natural and had a natural smell. The brush dipped on the inkstone, and then he gently waved and wrote on the paper.

One by one elegant and natural, dashing and with firm fonts appear on the paper.

All the Chinese present here are full of admiration.

There are not many calligraphy masters like this in the contemporary era...

And the calligraphy master who founded the school is the only one in front of him.

They are not in a hurry to understand the meaning of each word, but just looking at the elegant and elegant font is a kind of enjoyment.

And even those European and American music artists who do not know Chinese characters, as well as celebrities and rich people, and many other upper-level people in other fields, have a strong appreciation ability. Even if they don't know the meaning of each word, they can learn from Wang Qian. The temperament and movement of the body, and the temperament emanating from the fonts, feel a unique artistic beauty.

Just like ordinary Chinese people can't understand the beauty of top European and American painting and calligraphy works, but China's top Chinese painting masters, top music artists and social elites can feel the beauty of those top oil painting works to some extent.

The people gathered here are obviously the top circles of European and American music art, as well as the top circles of celebrities and rich people. There can be no ordinary people at all.

Therefore, everyone present can see the beauty of Wang Qian's temperament as a calligraphy and painting artist at this moment, and the artistic beauty of the thin gold calligraphy fonts he writes.

After art reaches the top level, it has commonality and can cross cultural barriers.

no doubt.

Wang Qian's calligraphy works at this moment have already stood at the top of calligraphy art.

Red and Aisha's faces were flushed with excitement, and their hands were trembling. They both knew that Wang Qian's work must be another work of absolute representative significance, and its future value is immeasurable...

The most frustrating thing for them is that it is basically impossible for them to get this work.

And all the audiences in front of the TV, the audiences in Europe and America, most of the ordinary people do not understand the beauty of Wang Qian's calligraphy art very well, they only have a sense of ignorance, and this feeling of ignorance is mostly It was because of the halo on Wang Qian's body.

"Although I don't know a word of it, it looks very beautiful and powerful. Is this Huaxia's calligraphy?"

"Wang Qian's Chinese calligraphy must be extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Who can translate what he wrote?"

"I do not recognize……"

"Wait for the TV station's translation!"

"Every word is so beautiful, so beautiful."

"When he wrote Chinese calligraphy, he was so handsome..."

Within the scope of the Huaxia cultural area, it is a piece of admiration.

"Professor Wang's summary of his trip to North America is very exciting."

"Every time I see Professor Wang writing calligraphy, I have the urge to kneel down. It's so handsome and beautiful."

"Every word is based on my aesthetics. I really want to get an authentic piece of Professor Wang's work. I will definitely collect it as a family heirloom."

"Isn't this old Xie too much of a face? Professor Wang actually wrote a new work for him?"

"One thing to say, Professor Wang's work is really amazing."

"Professor Wang, come back soon..."

Huaxia, Beijing.

Xueman stared at the TV screen and hurriedly shouted, "Dad, come here quickly."

Xue Zhenguo, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, walked over quickly: "What's wrong?"

Xueman didn't speak, and his eyes never left the TV screen. Seeing his father coming, he just pointed to the TV screen and motioned for his father to watch it himself.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, and in the screen, Wang Qian was standing in front of the lecture table, waving his brushes in a dashing manner, and the letters that made him addicted appeared on the white paper.

And Xueman muttered to himself in a low voice, "Wangyue?"

"How about Zongfu Dai, Qi Luqing is not finished yet."

"Fortune Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang divide the dawn."

"Swing the chest to generate stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird."

"It will be faced with the peak, and the mountains will be seen at a glance..."

Xue Man read it gently and sat upright involuntarily, because she couldn't help but grow a heroic and majestic aura in her heart. After reading it, her whole body seemed to be washed.

Xue Zhenguo, who was standing next to him, watched it as if he had been hit hard. He stood there in a daze, just staring at the TV screen.

Xue Man looked at his father and explained softly: "This overseas Chinese Mr. Xie, you may know. He asked Professor Wang to write him a painting of Xia Ke Xing. However, Professor Wang refused, saying that there was only one painting of Xia Ke Xing. I asked Xie Lao if he had climbed the mountain when he returned to China..."

"Professor Wang said that he had been to Mount Tai, so he used the feeling of climbing Mount Tai to make a summary of this trip to North America. At the same time, he said, this was also written for China..."

After Xue Zhenguo listened to his daughter's explanation, his face flushed with excitement, and he roared in admiration: "Okay! Good! Good!"

He said three good words in a row.

Xue Zhenguo said in a loud voice: "A good one will be Ling Jue Ding, and see all the mountains and small mountains! This implication, whether it is for him or me, is absolutely appropriate..."

Wang Qian won the world championship of the World Championship in North America, conquered the world with music, and created almost all the sales records of pop music. At the same time, he also opened the road of proving the way of classical music masters and conquered the world classical music field. Is it to be Ling Jueding, to see all the mountains and small?

And Yangyang Huaxia, which has started the road of revival, has quickly caught up with North America, and when it surpasses North America one day, won't it also be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be small at a glance?

Wang Qian's image became even taller again in Xue Zhenguo's heart.

Previously, because of the government's strong support for Wang Qian, Wang Qian was almost regarded as an external cultural ambassador, which made the blood and cultural people in the Beijing circle a little dissatisfied, including Xue Zhenguo, who thought that Wang Qian was still too young. , is not enough to undertake such a heavy task.

But now, Xue Zhenguo looked at this poem, and all the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared. He only felt that Wang Qian had become as tall and heavy as Mount Tai.

Xueman nodded, still a little excited in his heart. There was a feeling of unpleasant emotions in his heart. He immediately turned on his mobile phone, posted on Weibo and started writing!

At this moment, Huaxia's social platform has exploded.

"After reading the poem written by Professor Wang, I stood up and danced three times. I don't know why, but I couldn't control my legs."

"I almost cried when I saw it. I'm a big country in China. In the past few thousand years, I have achieved that I can be the top of the mountain, and the mountains are small at a glance. Now it's just a return to the top... I believe that sooner or later, there will be that day."

"Professor Wang is really a role model for my generation..."

"This poem is too appropriate, Professor Wang is awesome."

"Professor Wang is my lifelong idol, just because of this poem, because China is about to become great again..."

On several major social platforms in China, the official media posted the works written by Wang Qian for the first time.

"Wangyue, Wang Qian."

"How about Zongfu Dai, Qi Luqing is not finished yet."

"Fortune Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang divide the dawn."

"Swinging your chest will give birth to stratus clouds, and you will be a bird~www.mtlnovel.com~ I will be at the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains and small!"

All the official media reposted this work at almost the same time.

Many other media, as well as big names in the entertainment industry, naturally followed and forwarded this piece.

This poem has spread to every corner of the Huaxia network platform in the shortest time.

After Wang Qian finished writing, the majestic and majestic aura of his body gradually became introverted. He took a writing brush and quietly looked at the words he had written, and then said softly: "I haven't written for a while recently, and I'm a little unfamiliar. ."

Old Xie, who had been standing next to him, didn't dare to let out his breath, bent slightly, as if he was facing an elder, and hurriedly said: "Sir, you are joking, your calligraphy is the best in the world. Even if you go back to Huaxia All the calligraphers from the past few years ago. You are enough to rank in the top three, only those two calligraphy masters who founded the school can compare with you."

"And those two great masters of calligraphy are far inferior to you in terms of poetry."

"So, in terms of the combination of calligraphy and poetry, it's not an exaggeration for you to say that you are the first person in China's ancient gold exchanges..."

Lao Xie called Wang Qian "Mr.", which was the ceremony of being a disciple, and at the same time said what was in his heart.

In his view, Wang Qian's current achievements are enough to rank among the top few literary masters throughout the ages.

If calligraphy and literature are combined, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Qian is the first person in ancient and modern literature...

Wang Qian looked at Lao Xie, and was a little embarrassed to be praised, and shook his head.

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