This Star Doesn't Work Overtime Chapter 508

Chapter 508 506. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment! Amazing time and space!

Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, and Wang Hongyi quickly cleaned everything on the table and put a layer of fresh toilet paper on it to prevent the piece of paper in Yu Hong's hand from being placed on the table. Contaminated by things like water stains on the table.

Then, Yu Hong gently spread the paper in his hand on the table and unfolded it. Wang Hongyi, Wen Yixiao and others all held their breath, stood up and stared at the slowly unfolding white paper with wide eyes.

　　People on several tables around also stood up and stretched their necks to take a look!

Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming, Zheng Wenzhong, Zhang Guobin, and Zhang Yiheng all walked over directly and stood behind Wang Hongyi and others, staring at the piece of paper on the table.

Looking at the elegant and unique calligraphy fonts, the eyes of several calligraphy masters present flashed with a hint of amazement.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine! I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter has never been completed in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... "

Wang Hongyi gently read out the words above, and the people around him were quiet, as if every word was engraved into their hearts.

 The table was already crowded with people. They didn't watch Pan Yao's third performance with the dance troupe on the stage. They all put their feet up and wanted to take a closer look at the original work.

 They know that after today, it will be difficult for them to see the authenticity of this work up close.

 “It's so well written! I almost want to cry when I listen to it.”

"May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. I want to cry when I listen to it. What a talent it takes to write these words. Throughout the ages, all the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics that have been handed down are definitely topped by this water-melody song. , there is no dispute about this.”

“Another of Wang Cheng's works that consecrate gods, I dare say that even in another 10,000 years, as long as human beings do not become extinct, this work will definitely still be circulated.”

“Wang Cheng's original calligraphy fonts are also very elegant. They look very thin, but they feel very upright and elegant, integrating many styles!”

 “When I get home, I will try to imitate this font.”

“Isn't this calligraphy font called yet?”

“Indeed it hasn't happened yet. Wang Cheng didn't say it, so let's call it Wang's calligraphy font.”

 “Too hasty…”

"This work is of great value. If it can be collected, it will become an absolute heirloom."

　　After taking a look at it, many people in the entertainment and literary circles around them all whispered in amazement.

Wang Xueming, Zheng Wenzhong and many other rich people couldn't help but keep looking at Wang Cheng who was sitting there, and they all wanted to buy this work back at a high price now and keep it in their collection.

 However, they knew that raising a price in public now would not have any consequences other than provoking Wang Cheng's displeasure.

 It is impossible for Wang Cheng to sell his works.

According to Wang Cheng's style of acting, if he didn't want it, he would have given it away long ago and would not keep it. Once he kept it, it would never leave his hands again.

 They couldn't figure out why Wang Cheng was so dedicated to his works at such a young age and never left the market.

Therefore, many super-rich people resist the urge to ask for a price and look at this work longingly. They keep staring at it, wanting to imprint it more deeply in their minds so that they won't miss it too much after they leave.

Dozens of people gathered in a circle and watched for more than ten minutes. Even after Pan Yao on the stage had finished her performance, they were still unwilling to leave.

Wang Jianbin took two steps forward and came to Wang Cheng's side, and said softly: "Wang Cheng, can the work I wrote today be included in the national touring exhibition? I think such a work will definitely attract everyone to watch it, thereby increasing the number of people watching." cultural confidence.”

Wang Jianbin, I want to make sure that I can rent the Song of Everlasting Regret that Wang Cheng wrote today together with this water-melody song that made him even more amazing, for a nationwide touring exhibition.

If he can rent it, he will live in the exhibition hall and guard these works every day. He will look at them every day for a year and see enough.

Zhang Guobin's eyes also lit up and he said: "Yes, Wang Cheng! We are fully supporting our activities this time. Central cities in various places have begun to cooperate with us and will arrange sufficient exhibition venues for us in the bustling areas of the city center. We hope to get as many good works as possible for exhibition!”

Wang Cheng glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly and said, "Well, come to my house to get it when the time comes."

Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, and Wang Xueming all smiled brightly in an instant. They couldn't wait for the show to end immediately, and then they went with Wang Cheng to his home in Shanghai to pack up all Wang Cheng's works.

 As for the leasing fees, which cost hundreds of millions a year, Wang Xueming doesn't care at all.

If Wang Cheng is willing, he can immediately sign a direct lease contract for ten years, or directly pay Wang Cheng a one-time rent of 10 billion!

The host's voice came over: "Wow, look, many masters are gathered around Wang Cheng to watch Wang Cheng's water tune song. I want to go over and have a look again. I hope we will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. , it's still echoing in my mind. Well, Pan Yao's dance performance just now is over.”

At this time, Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming, Zhang Guobin and others woke up. The show was still live, and the camera turned around, and they quickly walked back to their seats and sat down.

Yu Hong also carefully put away the head of Wang Cheng's water tune song and returned it to Wang Cheng with both hands: "Wang Cheng, thank you!"

Wang Cheng hummed, without saying anything else. He took it and placed it next to the Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Chang'e. The eyes of everyone around him were wide-eyed.

 Everyone wants to get any one of them.

On the stage, the host said loudly: "Everyone, is there any talent or beauty who can come on stage to write a piece of work? It is still based on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Forehead…

The scene was completely silent.

Especially where many people from the literary world gathered, they didn't even dare to make a sound.

If it is said that there were many people who came before them well prepared, imagining that Wang Cheng would not perform well today so that they could stand up and defeat Wang Cheng to pick the fruit.

So now, their minds are filled with the words and phrases in Shui Tiao Song. Every sentence in it can crush the work they have been imagining for a long time, and together they can crush all the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics in history!

At this moment, they are not afraid of controversy, and they all dare to say publicly that this water melody song is the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem of all time!

because…

Many other Mid-Autumn Festival poems that have been passed down to this day and are required to be recited in full in textbooks are obviously a level lower than Wang Cheng's water-melody song.

so!

How can they dare to go on stage and write Mid-Autumn Festival works at this time?

 In front of the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem of all time, do you want to do whatever you want?

 They don't want to go up and throw this person away.

so!

The scene was quiet again.

The host looked at Wang Cheng again, smiled and asked: "Mr. Wang Cheng, do you have any inspiration for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

 Everyone looked at Wang Cheng again...

 Many people in the entertainment industry can't stand it anymore.

Li Youhua from behind said softly: "The program team caught Wang Cheng trying to pluck the wool by himself!"

The person next to him shook his head and said, "There is no way. Once these two works, Song of Everlasting Regret and Water Melodies, come out, who will dare to go up? The scene cannot be left in silence, and we can only count on Wang Cheng."

 Several people around him cried and laughed a little, but at the same time they also looked at Wang Cheng with admiration and envy.

Who wouldn't want to be taken so seriously? Most of them are usually mainstays and finalists in other programs, but today, they can only be spectators and spectators, and are not qualified to go on stage to participate.

Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin and others all looked at Wang Cheng with blushes!

Wang Cheng thought for a moment, nodded, stood up and walked onto the stage.

 Everyone's eyes are full of surprises…

I was shocked that Wang Cheng still had the inspiration to write two eternal masterpieces, Song of Everlasting Regret and Water Melody Song. Even a great writer would have to sit for a while after writing one of these to rest and accumulate ideas and inspiration.

But Wang Cheng only agreed to go on stage to write a work after only ten minutes?

Wang Jianbin said softly: "Among the literary giants throughout the ages, Wang Cheng must be the first!"

At this time, Wang Jianbin finally couldn't help but say what was deep in his heart. He also had the highest evaluation of Wang Cheng, directly placing Wang Cheng as the first person in the literary world through the ages!

 Putting all the great writers throughout the ages behind Wang Cheng.

Wang Jianbin also had this idea before. Based on Wang Cheng's previously published works, such as The Case of Sapphire, The Knight's Journey, The Inscription of the Humble House, The River is Red, Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge, The Sound is Slow, One Cut Plum, The Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, etc., they are all enough to be passed down to the world. An eternal masterpiece, its quality has definitely surpassed those of the greatest writers of all time!

However, Wang Cheng was still too young after all, so Wang Jianbin suppressed his thoughts in his heart.

But today, Wang Cheng's epic narrative poem "Song of Everlasting Regret", which is an eternal masterpiece, proves that Wang Cheng's attainments in ancient poetry are enough to surpass any great literary giant in the peak period of the Tang Dynasty, and then another water-melody song directly overwhelms all the poems throughout the ages. The Mid-Autumn Festival poem has directly become the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem in history.

 These two works directly shattered all the doubts in Wang Jianbin's heart.

 And now, Wang Cheng actually wants to go up and write...

 What an age of nineteen!

There is nothing like being born into a famous family and not having profound background and qualifications.

 Nothing is a problem!

 As long as you are strong enough, no problem is a problem.

 After hearing Wang Jianbin's words, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng and many other literary figures around him were unable to refute for a while.

Even though they are usually very good at talking, and they can speak all kinds of words that have never been the best in ancient times, but now they are speechless!

because…

The gap is too big.

 Because, Wang Cheng's works are really shocking.

Many people who had previously intended to target Wang Cheng were beaten into submission, and they all recognized Wang Cheng.

Only when you witness it with your own eyes can you know how shocking the truth is.

 Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Cheng slowly walked onto the stage step by step.

Both the host and Pan Yao immediately shook hands with Wang Cheng one by one. Wang Cheng also shook hands with the two of them, and they both shook hands immediately. Then he said calmly: "This is the last piece of work today!"

The host and everyone in the program team behind were slightly shocked, knowing that Wang Cheng's words were meant for them. Write another piece in the end and don't call him again!

 He has finished his work.

Qin Shangran smiled slightly and said: "It is indeed a bit difficult for Wang Cheng today. Wang Cheng is indeed dedicated to his work. If it were other people with such ability, they would probably not bother to pay attention to us, and we would still agree with a smile."

The director of the program team also nodded and said: "Indeed, it is really rare to stand at Wang Cheng's level and be so dedicated to his work!"

Next to him, Zhang Huizhong, Li Guang, Wu Tong and other people who had worked with Wang Cheng also nodded, and they all recognized Wang Cheng's dedication.

On the stage, the host also said: "Then what kind of piece will Mr. Wang Cheng bring us?"

Pan Yao had already stood in front of the desk and started to sharpen ink. This time she was still wearing a white palace dress, looking innocent and charming. Her big eyes were staring at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng still didn't speak, he just walked to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and started writing!

Look at the moon and embrace the distance!

After writing the four words, many people in the literary world and those who know calligraphy felt a little bit regretful and disappointed, because the calligraphy font Wang Cheng wrote this time was not the original calligraphy he just wrote for Shui Diao Ge Tou, but the calligraphy they were familiar with. It was comparable to Wang Youjun Although the cursive calligraphy is also elegant and unrestrained, it does not have a unique flavor.

Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming and others thought about it for a while, then smiled bitterly and shook their heads. They knew that they were thinking too much and were being fed up with Wang Cheng's calligraphy works.

Compared to Wang Youjun's cursive calligraphy and unprecedented cursive calligraphy, they were even a little disgusted!

However, everyone then focused on Wang Cheng's works.

 When seeing the four words "Wang Yue Huai Yuan", everyone knows that this is not a song poem, but an ancient poem.

 Because, "Wang Yue Huai Yuan" is obviously not a word brand name.

 Under everyone's gaze, Wang Cheng's brush moved quickly.

 The world's best cursive calligraphy fonts, which they are used to seeing, appear on the white paper one by one.

 “The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment together!”

 “The lover complains about the distant night, but actually misses her at night.”

 "The candle is extinguished and the light is full of pity, and the clothes are covered with dew."

 “I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.”

  Finished writing.

The whole place was silent.

 Many literary figures in the audience were shocked!

 Just after reading the first sentence, all of them were a little blank.

 There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment together!

 This artistic conception, this sense of picture!

It surpasses the many Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang poems that have been passed down through the ages in their minds!

　　It has the same meaning as the last sentence in Wang Cheng's previous Shui Tiao song, "May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

All people in the literary world would like to ask - is Wang Cheng's inspiration really inexhaustible?

Just finished writing the Song of Everlasting Regret and the song title of Water Melody, here comes another sentence that astonishes time and space: The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment!

This shows that all of them are really idiots!

 It also directly proves what the host just said - the contemporary literary world needs Wang Cheng to save it!

 It's a truth!

 In other words, the current Chinese literary world is the literary world of Wang Cheng alone.

The most respected elders in the contemporary literary world all stood up and clapped their hands vigorously with blushing faces, conveying their affirmation through applause.

Then…

 Everyone around him applauded.

 Warm applause once again swept the entire Chang'an Evernight City.

 (End of this chapter)

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