This Star Doesn't Work Overtime Chapter 457

Chapter 457 455. Another representative piece of euphemistic poetry? The artistic young woman is a killer!

Wang Cheng looked at the slow-sounding poem written by Wang Hongyi on the desk, and glanced at Wang Hongyi with a hint of surprise.

Works like this…

　　At the peak of the ancient poetry works of the Song and Song Dynasties, it can be regarded as an outstanding and outstanding work.

 In contemporary times, it is absolutely rare.

Excluding those masterpiece-level works written by Wang Cheng, Wang Hongyi's poem can be regarded as the best ancient poem written in recent decades.

Moreover, it is a more difficult style of euphemism with a slow voice.

Wang Hongyi felt Wang Cheng's gaze, lowered her head a little shyly, and whispered: "Part of this piece is the inspiration accumulated in the past, and most of it was just improvised. Please give me Wang Gongzi's advice."

Wang Hongyi was also greatly relieved.

When she first came up, she only came up with the courage given by an explosion of inspiration, but she didn't have a complete work in her mind at that time.

 After she started writing, her thoughts became clearer and clearer, and she wrote faster and faster. Finally, she finished it in one go and wrote this piece!

Just like many of the best works handed down in history, they were written by accident and not deliberately.

 The usual accumulation is certainly important, but the accidental burst of inspiration at that moment is even more important.

Just like throughout the ages, there are countless people who have studied hard and accumulated profound knowledge, but there are very few who can leave works handed down for generations. What most others lack is that flash of inspiration.

Wang Hongyi was very lucky today. Suddenly inspiration struck her and she caught it again!

 So, this piece was born.

 The whole place fell silent.

Wang Cheng said calmly: "Not bad!"

not bad…?

Wang Jianbin just wanted to let Wang Cheng see it more clearly. This work was a good work in both Song Dynasties, but it is even rarer in contemporary times. How could he dismiss it with just one sentence: "It's not bad?"

However, Wang Jianbin's lips moved, but Wang Jianbin did not say anything.

 Because, he knew that among everyone present, Wang Cheng might be the only one qualified to say such a thing.

No one else would be able to evaluate Wang Hongyi's work as being so plain and simple.

Wang Jianbin's eyes flickered, he stared at Wang Cheng and said, "So, Mr. Wang, how do you respond to this piece?"

Wang Cheng did not look at Wang Hongyi and Wang Jianbin again. Just like what happened before, he directly picked up the brush and started writing without any thinking.

Wang Hongyi was also well prepared. She quickly stepped forward and spoke the poem she had written in a slow voice. Then she seized the opportunity and stepped forward to polish the ink for Wang Cheng. She stood next to Wang Cheng and took a deep breath quietly, as if she wanted to smell Wang Cheng. Does the smell around Cheng smell better?

but…

 The next moment, her eyes focused on Wang Cheng's brush and the white paper again.

 I saw that the brush in Wang Cheng's hand was stained with ink, and then quickly fell on the white paper. It was still the same stunning and endless calligraphy font that was comparable to Wang Youjun's cursive calligraphy.

 The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and three characters appear quickly.

 Speak slowly!

The sound of breathing was heard one after another.

 The seasons of autumn and winter seem to be much warmer...

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Wen Hanyue, Jiang Qin and others all stared at Wang Cheng with slightly widened eyes, seeing that Wang Cheng still responded so directly. Wang Hongyi wrote slowly, and he also responded to Wang Hongyi slowly.

Jiang Qin's eyes were full of envy and admiration: "This is Wang Cheng. Perhaps it is his character and his bones that will never bend that make him so talented. He just wants to convince people to lose..."

Wen Hanyue said softly: "But what if his writing is not as good as Wang Hongyi's? Wang Hongyi's slow-sounding song is already considered the pinnacle of this Ci Pai's works in the past and present. This Ci Pai itself is an unpopular Ci Pai, and it is also more difficult. I Now I can't even tell the format and rhythm of the word cards.”

Wen Hanyue looked at Wang Hongyi with a hint of frustration in her heart.

Jiang Qin said softly: "Even if Wang Cheng loses to Wang Hongyi, he will lose standing. It is a temporary creation on the spot, so what if he loses?"

Wen Hanyue, Peng Jie and others were stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then they all suddenly realized...

 Their demands on Wang Cheng are really too high.

Because the works Wang Cheng published along the way were all masterpieces that amazed them through the ages.

 So, they all asked Wang Cheng according to the standards of eternal masterpieces!

but…

 Wang Cheng accepted the move passively.

If it were someone else who would improvise on stage and write more difficult words, and be able to write smooth works according to the format, it would already be very impressive.

If you still want to write good works, you are really deliberately making things difficult for others.

The reality is that except for Wang Hongyi, 99% of the other literary people present could not even explain the rhythm of the slow voice clearly.

If Peng Jie encountered such a request, he might just throw up his sleeves and leave on the spot.

 However, facing Wang Cheng, they made such excessive demands!

 Wang Cheng was asked to temporarily take over the task of creating works, and to create works that are comparable to the masterpieces of the ages.

This requirement is really ridiculously high.

Even if a few of the great literary giants in history are resurrected, they may have to leave with a curse.

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng and others all blushed after hearing Jiang Qin's words. They all knew that their targets and demands on Wang Cheng were too outrageous.

 What makes all of them even more embarrassed and speechless is that.

Wang Cheng accepted their outrageous challenge and really smashed the confidence and pride of all of them with one masterpiece after another!

Yu Hong looked at Wang Cheng, followed Wang Cheng's writing brush, and read out each word one by one.

 “Speak slowly!”

 “Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.”

 The beginning of the chapter contains a dozen overlapping words!

  Yu Hong and everyone else's eyes widened.

Wang Hongyi, who was polishing ink, opened his eyes wide and forgot to polish the ink. He stared at the words written by Wang Cheng, full of shock and disbelief!

Wang Hongyi, who has a deep research on slow voice, is full of doubts in her heart - can this poem be written like this?

 So many repeated words?

but.

Wang Cheng did not give everyone much time to think, and the brush moved quickly, as if it was not a temporary creation, but a mature work in his mind, and only half of it was copied out at this time, which made all insiders full of shock and disbelief.

After Yu Hong paused for a moment, he continued to read word by word: "It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm but still cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine can't defeat the late wind and the wind! The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad. , but they are old acquaintances."

As he read, clear pictures appeared in Yu Hong's eyes, and he was filled with amazement.

Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Wen Hanyue and other female literary and artistic young people were all filled with surprise and envy when they saw it... This kind of slightly sad and graceful sentiment really touched their hearts, and they were able to quickly put themselves into it, as if It's the same as what I have experienced!

Wang Hongyi's breathing gradually became faster as she continued to rub ink, and her eyes were full of surprise.

 The confidence in Wang Jianbin's eyes has disappeared.

With just a dozen or so repeated words in the opening chapter of Wang Cheng, Wang Jianbin knew that this poem was definitely not simple. Such an opening had never appeared in any ancient poetry works throughout history.

　　These dozen overlapping words are very amazing, and the understatement of sadness and melancholy expresses the essence of graceful words!

Wang Jianbin took a deep breath and smiled slightly, knowing that he was overthinking.

 Still thinking that Wang Hongyi has a chance to defeat Wang Cheng this time...

 After all, I thought too much.

Wang Cheng's talent is truly bottomless.

 Such works can be created temporarily...

Could he be the Wenqu star from the sky who descended to earth?

Wang Jianbin had to find reasons from some incredible angles at this time.

Wang Cheng himself, of course, was not affected by the people around him. He barely paused with the brush in his hand and continued writing as soon as it was dipped in ink.

In the audience, Yu Hong's pretty face turned red and she quickly began to read: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? How can it be dark when you are alone by the window! The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and they are dripping at dusk. This Ji Di, how can there be such a thing as "sorrow"!"

 Finish reading.

Yu Hong took a deep breath again to calm down his emotions.

 Otherwise, she was really afraid that she would cry out in excitement. She stared at Wang Cheng on the stage and couldn't bear to blink.

Chen Yuqi and Liang Xiaoliang were also flushed with excitement, and even some water shimmered in their eyes, which showed that they were extremely excited.

Wen Hanyue once again spoke what was in her heart, her voice even trembling: "If I had written this poem, I would really be willing to die right now! This poem is really well written, Very good…"

Jiang Qin also picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water to calm down the excitement in his heart. His eyes flickered and he said softly: "Indeed, the writing is really good. It is comparable to some of the pinnacle masterpieces of the graceful school in the Song Dynasty, no. , perhaps better than those pinnacle masterpieces of graceful lyrics."

Jiang Qin had one sentence in his heart that he didn't say out loud—

That is, this rhetoric perfectly puts into words the literary youth disease of literary young women moaning for no reason, and it almost writes it into the heart of every literary young woman.

 A touch of sadness, the autumn yellow flowers are all over the ground, a few glasses of light wine, the wild geese we saw last year are flying by again, a lonely person is guarding the window at dusk...

  Does it sound familiar?

good!

　　A person sat lazily in front of the large French window, looking at the dusk scenery outside and the yellow leaves on the road. There was a glass of red wine next to him, and his eyes looked lonely and sad into the distance...

Although Jiang Qin could see that the core of Wang Cheng's poem was not this, he knew that this was what most young literary and artistic women could understand, because this is what most of them want and how they like to feel.

Jiang Qin said softly: "Wang Cheng is usually so cold and indifferent to everyone, but he didn't expect to understand women so well."

Peng Jie, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua and others all nodded in agreement after hearing this.

They can all see that Wang Cheng's slow-voiced poem is the same as the one he wrote before, Yi Jian Mei, and they are almost all representative works of graceful lyrics written with a female perspective.

If you don't have an absolutely profound understanding of women, you won't be able to write about this feeling that goes deep into your bones and souls, and you won't be able to fascinate female literary and artistic youths such as Wen Hanyue, Yu Hong, and Wang Hongyi so much.

 There was silence in the audience.

Wang Hongyi on the stage looked at the slow-sounding poem written by Wang Cheng, with a look of fascination on her face, and recited it completely.

"Looking and looking, it's deserted and miserable. It's the hardest to catch your breath when it's warm but still cold. Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine can't defeat him when the wind blows late! The wild geese are passing by, and I'm sad, but it's the old days. acquaintance."

“Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? How can it be dark when I am alone by the window! The sycamore trees are drizzled, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can I be so sad!”

 After reading, Wang Hongyi took another deep breath to calm herself down.

 It was really a pleasure to read such a work, and she really wanted to scream to express her excitement.

However, she held back forcibly. She didn't want to lose her composure in front of Wang Cheng. She looked at Wang Cheng who put down his brush, and said with a tremor in her voice: "Young Master Wang has done a great job. This little girl admires her very much. It's this little girl who knows how to do what she does best." "

Wang Cheng looked at Wang Hongyi and said nothing. He just nodded slightly and expressed a hint of recognition to Wang Hongyi. Then he slowly put away the words he had just finished writing and the ink was not dry yet, and put them together with his own work. Then he picked up the teacup. He took a sip of tea.

Wang Hongyi, Wang Jianbin, Wen Hanyue, Yu Hong and others in the audience were all staring at the slow-sounding original that Wang Cheng had put away without blinking. They saw that Wang Cheng had put it there so simply and casually. , there was a trace of distress on everyone's face. If this slow-sounding original was damaged, they would definitely be sad.

On the other side, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Han Xiao, An Keru, Lin Mi and others are also full of desire, hoping to get this piece.

Although their literary literacy is not as profound as that of Yu Hong, Wang Hongyi, Wen Hanyue and others, they can clearly feel that every word of this poem seems to be written in their hearts, which is better than the graceful poems they have memorized in textbooks since childhood. His masterpieces will excite them even more.

 Du Wei, Zhang Hanwen and others at the same table were even more shocked and felt extremely complicated.

It was only at this moment that they truly felt how huge the gap between Wang Cheng and them was. Even if they were not on the same level, they couldn't describe it. They could only say that they were in the same sky and on the earth.

Works like this…

 They can't write a single word without breaking their brains.

Du Wei whispered: "Wang Cheng is so awesome!"

 Zhang Hanwen also flushed with excitement and nodded in agreement: "Absolutely awesome!"

The two of them couldn't think of any literate adjectives at this time, they could only say awesome.

Wang Jianbin smiled bitterly and gave Wang Hongyi a comforting smile, hoping that Wang Hongyi would not be hit by Wang Cheng and never recover from the fall.

He had high hopes for Wang Hongyi, and Wang Hongyi's talent and performance did not disappoint him. The slow voice of the song just now was enough to be passed down to the world.

 However, he was unlucky to be born in the same era as Wang Cheng.

 was also defeated without any suspense by a piece written by Wang Cheng using the same word card and the same core content.

Wang Jianbin looked at Wang Cheng and really felt that Wang Cheng was like a big devil at this time, dedicated to destroying the confidence of many rising stars in the literary world.

 Backstage, Liu Haofeng, Li Cheng, Zhang Huizhong and others were also excited to watch.

but…

Zhou Zhihong walked over quickly, holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking excited.

 Liu Haofeng, Li Cheng, Zhang Huizhong, Wu Tong, Li Guang and others all quickly flashed their eyes!

 The ratings are out?

Several people quickly walked towards Zhou Zhihong.

 (End of this chapter)

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