Debut After Eight Years Chapter 579

Remember [New] for a second,! The entrance of the Yangyin campus.

At this time, it is also the focus of the world's attention.

Even though it was getting late, because Wang Qian had just arrived, there were still a large number of Huaxia and media from all over the world gathered at the door, as well as many fans and fans gathered at the door, holding up all kinds of support. brand.

The Huaxia No. 1 Conservatory of Music and Art finally made a positive appearance in front of everyone in the world.

Previously, although Yangyin ranked among the top 50 global music art academies, it was barely considered a threshold for entering the world's famous music schools.

However, many people in the field of music and art in Europe and the United States have always been unsympathetic to Yangyin, and even sneered at it.

This time, media from all over the world, as well as artists in the field of music and art, reported and described Yangyin in positive terms.

After all, they all went to Yangyin to listen to the class this time. If they devalued Yangyin blindly, it would be like demeaning themselves.

Since it is useless, why do you come to listen to the class?

so!

At this time, when they were interviewed by various media, they tried their best to help Wang Qian and Yangyin say something nice, but they did not praise them too much.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked out. He had come two days ago and lived in Yangyin temporarily. When he arrived at the school gate, he was blocked by many Chinese media at the gate: "Sir, may I ask you? Are you a musician here? Where are you from?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I'm from North America, Manhattan School of Music, and this time I received an invitation from Huaxia Yangyin to listen to Professor Wang Qian's class."

Huaxia Media quickly asked again: "Sir, have you listened to Professor Wang's class in New York? How would you rate Professor Wang's class?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and said cautiously: "In fact, I have not only listened to Professor Wang's lectures at Julia College in New York, but I have also listened to his lectures at Curtis College. Lectures, I will not miss. In terms of evaluation, I may not be qualified to evaluate him. All I can say is that my feeling is unparalleled.”

"His class gave me the feeling that I was a beginner in music, and he was already the one standing at the end. Every word of his seemed to expound the truth of music."

Obviously, this middle-aged man has been completely conquered by Wang Qian, so he is highly respected.

Several Chinese media were very satisfied when they heard this answer. As Chinese media, they naturally hope to hear foreigners praise Wang Qian and Yangyin, so that they can attract the attention and happiness of many people and attract traffic. .

If someone deliberately abuses, then such an interview will most likely not be released. Even if it is released, it will be limited by the platform and will not spread widely.

Jia Fuqing took Zhang Yue, and the two stood aside, quietly waiting for the reply from Yangyin, listening to the many interviews next to them.

Jia Fuqing naturally does not understand English, but Zhang Yue understands English. In his early years, he translated famous foreign works, so he has a deep understanding of English and can clearly hear the acceptance of several music artists from Europe and the United States. All conversations in the interview.

Hearing these conversations, basically all of them were straddled by Wang Qian, and occasionally praised Yangyin. Zhang Yue's face also flashed a hint of pride. After all, he is a Chinese person.

Jia Fuqing asked in a low voice, "What are they talking about?"

Zhang Yue briefly described it and concluded: "The foreigners who come here are basically fans and supporters of Professor Wang Qian abroad, and no one speaks ill of him. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a Chinese literary artist. Workers can achieve so much abroad.”

A hint of pride and complicated emotions flashed on Jia Fuqing's face, and he said softly: "There are talented people in the country. When we see him later, let's lower our attitude. After all, we came to the door. With this book, he can become a **** in the field of literature."

"When the time comes, I will speak in person and see if I can try to invite him to give a lecture at Northwestern University."

"He went to Zhejiang University, he went to Shuangxing, and he will also go to Shuimu and Beijing University this time! We, Northwestern University, can't be left behind. Otherwise, after he has turned around other schools, he will pull us down alone. Northwestern University, how do people see our school after that?"

Although Jia Fuqing has long been absent from Northwestern University, he knows that his roots are still in Northwestern University, so he is more concerned about it.

Moreover, when he came, the president of Northwestern University personally visited him, hoping that when he went to the capital this time, he could invite Wang Qian to give lectures at Northwestern University.

Because, the invitation sent by the president of Northwestern University to Wang Qian in the official name has not received any reply.

He can only hope that in Jia Fuqing's face, he can successfully invite Wang Qian.

Otherwise, the reputation of Northwestern University in the field of literature may be on the decline.

Now in the academic circle, some good people have listed the schools where Wang Qian went to teach, and ranked them in order...

Although everyone knows that this ranking order is completely nonsense, but after a long time, some people believe it.

Especially many fans of Wang Qian, as well as supporters of literature, will gradually believe in this order, and over time, it may become a noun order recognized by everyone.

This is Wang Qian's current influence in the field of literary scholarship.

Zhang Yue said seriously: "Wait, Wang Qian and I will discuss calligraphy first. If you can get one of his calligraphy works, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Jia Fuqing thought for a while, and nodded in approval.

No matter how they despise Wang Qian in the deep-rooted thought of seniority, they all have to admit that Wang Qian's achievements in the field of calligraphy and literature are indeed unparalleled in contemporary times.

It is no exaggeration to say that few people have compared them in the past few hundred years.

The authentic handwriting of a calligraphy master is definitely worth collecting and passing on to the next generation as a family heirloom.

The two were chatting.

Walking out of the school gate, a young, beautiful and slightly restrained woman wearing a school uniform of Yangyin walked out with an artistic atmosphere.

The two eyes lit up.

They know, come.

It was Jiang Yu who came.

After watching Wang Qian's performance, they recognized Jiang Yu at a glance.

It's just that the current Jiang Yu is completely different from the rock **** the stage. He has the atmosphere of an artistic family all over his body. He walked gracefully and calmly in front of the two of them, bowed slightly and said in a slightly distant tone: "Is it Senior Jia Fuqing and Senior Zhang Yue?"

Jia Fuqing didn't say a word. At this time, he was still in the old posture of his predecessors. He looked at the school gate and saw that Wang Qian was indeed not here. He just asked Jiang Yu to pick them up, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Although his generation and achievements are not one of the highest in the Chinese literature circle, he is one of the oldest in the northwest literature circle.

Even if Wang Qian is famous all over the world and has made some achievements, but after all, he is a latecomer. Shouldn't he come to meet him in person?

Zhang Yue knew that the teacher might be unhappy, so he stepped forward to block the teacher behind him, and said to Jiang Yu, "Yes, this is my teacher Jia Fuqing, I'm Zhang Yue, please come to pick us up with Miss Jiang. Professor Wang has a rest. ?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "Professor Wang just entered the room and sat down. He heard that someone came to visit, so let me come and take a look."

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "I'm bothering Miss Jiang, I'm disturbing Professor Wang's rest."

Jiang Yu said calmly, "No trouble."

After speaking, Jiang Yu still stood there.

Jia Fuqing's expression was even more displeased.

Zhang Yue asked softly, "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"

Jiang Yu nodded and looked at a car coming not far away: "Well, it's not just the two of you who want to see Professor Wang!"

Zhang Yue looked at the teacher Jia Fuqing, Jia Fuqing frowned slightly, but still did not speak, stood quietly, and the two thought about who else would visit Wang Qian.

When they wanted to come, the one who could come to visit Wang Qian so quickly at this time must not be a local master of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle.

It can only be from other places, such as Jia Fuqing.

The cultural circle of the Beijing circle, the first place of goodness, has been passed down for hundreds of years. Many masters of Chinese studies here have a family origin, so Xiang comes from thinking that they are superior, and dismisses the masters of Chinese studies in other regions.

No matter what achievements Wang Qian has in the world now, no matter how excellent Wang Qian's published works are, or Wang Qian's only master of calligraphy in the past few hundred years.

They only saw a little bit.

That is, Wang Qian is a foreigner. He is very young, has no qualifications, was born ordinary, and has a shallow background. He is not a professional, but a half-way monk!

Therefore, they still looked down at Wang Qian from above.

For so long, only two people in the Beijing circle have contacted Wang Qian, one is Li Xiyan and the other is Tao Zhishan, and the two still went together.

Xue Zhenguo can only barely count.

Therefore, Jia Fuqing can be sure that only outsiders can come to visit Wang Qian.

Several local masters of Sinology in the Beijing circle are waiting at home for Wang Qian to visit, otherwise how can they appear to be old and have a high status?

When Jia Fuqing came to the capital back then, he had experienced it several times in person.

When Zhang Yue came to the capital, he also experienced it.

Therefore, the two are thinking about how many foreign masters of Chinese studies are in the capital at this time!

soon.

The car drove over.

The door is open.

Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were both slightly shocked, and there was a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

The door opened, Li Xiyan walked down slowly, looked left and right, and saw the lively scene around him and the gathering of many media and fans, which made him slightly unhappy.

The one who followed behind was still an old man, it was Wen Cangjian.

Li Xiyan glanced at Jia Fuqing, nodded at Jia Fuqing with a smile, and considered it to have met before, then handed a letter of worship to Jiang Yu with both hands, and said warmly, "Excuse Miss Jiang, hand over this letter of worship to Professor Wang. Tomorrow, I will officially visit with my junior brother Wen Cangjian."

Jiang Yu took the invitation in surprise. As she grew up in the Beijing circle, she was considered a literary and artistic family, so she naturally understood the way.

Handing the post of worship is a kind of etiquette that only a literary family with heritage and heritage will have.

This shows that Li Xiyan regards Wang Qian as a real master of Chinese studies with profound background.

In addition, generally speaking, when submitting a letter of worship, it is enough to send a disciple or younger generation to send it. It is not possible to send the letter of worship in person, and there is a suspicion of doing so.

After all, you are here, why go back and wait to visit again the next day?

It is impossible for Li Xiyan and Wen Cangjian not to know about these.

However, they still came in person to show respect for Wang Qian.

Li Xiyan is a half disciple of Wang Qian.

To show respect for Wang Qian, he had to come in person.

Jiang Yu held the invitation in both hands, nodded to Li Xiyan and said, "Okay, Mr. Li, I will give it to Professor Wang."

Li Xiyan nodded, looked at the campus again, suppressed the urge to visit now, and then said goodbye: "Then let's go first."

After speaking, Li Xiyan simply turned around and got into the car.

Wen Cangjian also smiled at Jiang Yu and then turned to get into the car.

The car slowly left.

Whether it was Li Xiyan or Wen Cangjian, they didn't say a word to Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue next to them, they just nodded their heads.

Jia Fuqing took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then looked into the campus with his eyes in surprise.

This Li Xiyan, he knows, is the existence of the capital second only to several masters of Chinese studies, and recently the new masters of calligraphy will be one of the masters of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle in the future, and one of the representatives of the field of calligraphy.

It exists in this way, but I personally come to hand over the invitation, and I will come to visit Wang Qian tomorrow.

And he, Jia Fuqing, stood in front of others, and they didn't even bother to say a word to him.

This differential treatment...

It made him feel sick, but then he noticed the name of Wen Cangjian mentioned by Li Xiyan, and after thinking about it in his mind, it shook slightly.

Wen Cangjian, one of the three major Wenzongs of the island country, actually came to visit Wang Qian in person?

This is completely different from what happened to him back then!

Jiang Yu watched Li Xiyan and Wenchangjian leave, his mind turned quickly, and he remembered who the name Wenchangjian was.

It turned out to be one of the three major Wenzongs of the island country?

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, then still stood at the gate.

Zhang Yue looked at his teacher Jia Fuqing's expression, then asked with a smile, "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"

Jiang Yu nodded: "Well, there are people who say they want to come over."

Jia Fuqing's face was calm, but anger flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yue is about to speak.

Jiang Yu said to the two: "Two, first say sorry. Professor Wang may not have time to see you today. Please come back tomorrow, and it is best to choose a time to come with Mr. Li Xiyan and the others, so there is no need to It takes too much time for Professor Wang."

The expressions on Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue's faces couldn't hold back any longer, and at the same time they became serious and gloomy.

Zhang Yue's tone became cold: "You mean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com today we went all in vain?"

Jiang Yu didn't like the two of them, but she clearly knew that when Wang Qian just released Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were the most active when they boycotted and belittled Wang Qian, although they deleted their speeches one after another.

However, the Internet has a memory, and so does she.

If she didn't dare to go against Wang Qian's words, she would want to drive people out and tell them not to come.

Jiang Yu also looked at him and said, "Professor Wang didn't invite you either. If Professor Wang wants to see anyone who comes, then Professor Wang doesn't need to do anything else, he just stands at the door to see you all. it is good?"

call…

Jia Fuqing's breathing became rapid, his face was red, his eyes were staring at Jiang Yu, his fingers were trembling slightly, and he was speechless for a while.

He hadn't been treated like this for decades, and he hadn't been so rudely angered in decades.

Zhang Yue saw that the teacher was in a bad mood, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Jia Fuqing.

At this time, another car came and stopped.

Chapter end