Debut After Eight Years

Magic City, in a certain apartment.

At this moment, Li Qingyao was sitting quietly in front of the TV alone, wearing a fluffy pajamas, her hair was scattered casually, her hands were holding a soft pillow in front of her body, her chin was buried in the pillow, and her eyes were fixed on the TV screen.

The TV screen was the Voice of Huaxia that Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV had just started broadcasting live.

The host Daji came out with a microphone, and said with a smile: Hi everyone, I meet you again. This season of The Voice has been going on so far, and contestants full of surprises are constantly appearing. It can be said that the Voice has been going on for ten years The most exciting season ever. It is also known as the strongest music talent show in China.

As the 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 on the corner of her mouth.

The host continued: Why? Because, our good voices this year, whether it is teachers or contestants, are all crouching tigers, hidden dragons. 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 a class recently, he focused on explaining a few literary works by Professor Wang. Moreover, he said that he had taught it several times in class, and the response was relatively good. The students also enthusiastically participated and asked him to talk again. He had no choice but to continue to dig into Professor Wang's works, trying to dig out some more connotations...

There was a round of applause at the scene.

Wang Qian, who was standing in the waiting area, also smiled and applauded, and the photographer specially gave him a shot so that audiences across the country could see his position.

Wang Qian smiled helplessly.

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The host spoke as if the lecturer was forcing connotations.

There are two trees in the yard, one is a jujube tree, and 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 pointed to himself, he immediately showed a bright smile.

The applause at the scene became more enthusiastic.

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

The host stood in the field and said quickly: However, many people only noticed how excellent Professor Wang's literary works are, and only a few people noticed that Professor Wang's calligraphy is actually the top of the contemporary era, and he created a calligraphy of his own. The font has also been recognized by many calligraphers.

Professor Wang is known as the only master of calligraphy in modern times. Every time I meet Professor Wang when I come to host a program, I feel a little nervous, afraid that I will behave badly and lose face in front of Professor Wang, just like being in front of a teacher. It didn't perform well.

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

Just like the last time when a certain mentor commented on Wang Qian, he didn't dare to say more, because he was afraid of making a mistake.

Because Wang Qian really did not lose to the four mentors in terms of status, and even surpassed them in the fields of literature, music and art, so they did not dare to comment casually.

It's not like some music variety shows, trainees, young traffic singers who debuted in talent shows, not popular traffic singers, just ordinary popular traffic singers, dare to be a teacher on the show, and comment on the works of famous senior singers at will!

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

The host stopped talking nonsense and said immediately: This time, the four tutors asked Professor Wang for calligraphy together, and Professor Wang agreed. Moreover, Professor Wang also agreed that the director could write calligraphy for the four tutors on the spot. Then, we Before the contestants officially perform, please ask Professor Wang to write four calligraphy works for the four instructors on the spot, so that we can have a glimpse of Professor Wang's calligraphy art!

The host immediately raised his hands and started applauding.

The applause at the scene became even more enthusiastic.

The four mentors even stood up and applauded, everyone looked expectant and smiling.

Wang Qian walked out step by step, walking at a leisurely pace, bowed slightly to everyone, gentle and elegant, and then came to the center of the stage, where the desks for writing calligraphy, as well as pens, inks, papers and inkstones, were all set up. It's 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 only wanted to get off the stage as soon as possible and hand over the stage to other contestants who were about to perform on stage, so he said directly: I don't have anything special to say, I just want to tell everyone. Music, and literature, are my favorites. The two arts can cultivate sentiment and steady character.

When everyone is upset, talk about the piano and write a picture, and you can calm down. People say that I am a calligrapher who established a school, but I dare not be. Calligraphy is just one of my hobbies. No real master can compare.

Thin gold calligraphy is just something I made by accident. If you are interested, try to write it. It doesn't need to be too high! It's just a font...

finished.

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

The host Daji listened to Wang Qian's words and looked at Wang Qian carefully, trying to see whether Wang Qian was speaking the truth, or if he was deliberately showing a modest character.

After all, not everyone can create a Dacheng calligraphy font.

For thousands of years, there are only a few calligraphy fonts that have been handed down.

Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy font can be recognized by many calligraphers, and even learn to copy, he is definitely qualified to be called a master of calligraphy.

Wang Qian himself expressed that he did not accept it, and placed himself in a very low position. At the same time, he also said that the calligraphy font he created was very ordinary.

Looking carefully, Daji felt that what Wang Qian said seemed to be the truth, and a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes!

However, he did not speak again.

Because what Wang Qian said may be quite controversial!

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

Where to put the face of those masters?

Daji didn't dare to comment casually, maybe he became the target of being sprayed.

Wang Qian has already started to write!

The scene was also kept quiet. The audience, mentors, and many staff members watched Wang Qian's movements on the big screen without blinking their eyes, not wanting to miss any details of Wang Qian's movements.

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

...

In Shancheng, Xiao Dongmei sat gracefully and calmly on a chair, her face was calm, but her eyes were a little excited, she stared at the TV screen, her right hand was held empty, as if holding a brush, her arm waved gently, as if Imitating Wang Qian's writing action on TV.

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

Mom said lightly: What are you looking at? Another year older!

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

The mother immediately recovered her spirits, looked at her daughter with wide eyes, and asked her son in a low voice: Is that Guo Zhuangzhuang who came last time? That person looks very energetic, and he seems to be a writer too? I heard that he is of average character. I don't really like it.

Xiao Dongcheng shook his head: It's not Guo Zhuangzhuang, Guo Zhuangzhuang was driven away by the old lady, so he probably won't dare to come again.

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

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

My mother was taken aback looking at the TV screen: This person? Wang Qian?

Xiao Dongcheng nodded: It should be. My sister came to me specifically and asked me to download the video of Wang Qian writing calligraphy for him. I watch Wang Qian's video for a long time every day. I also study each of Wang Qian's works, and my mind is full of Wang Qian's calligraphy. modest.

My mother frowned slightly: I heard from your father that this Wang Qian is extremely talented, and his achievements in music and literature are already regarded as masters. In the future, if he publishes books and works and wins a few awards, he may be the leader of the domestic literary world. He may even be a master in the piano world. Your father said that within twenty years, Wang Qian may become a national treasure master in the domestic literary and art circles.

Can people like your sister? Besides, can your sister be worthy of her?

Mom looked puzzled.

Xiao Dongcheng looked at his mother speechlessly, and praised: Mom, you are really my sister's real mother. Wang Qian is amazing and talented, but my sister is not bad either. My sister is so beautiful, and her works are still very popular. , is still a professor at Shancheng University, a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Beijing University, and my sister also has a place in the domestic literary world. These auras are not bad, okay?

Mom: Then your sister stays at home all day, no one has seen her, what's the use of liking her?

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

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

At this moment, Xiao Dongmei has no other distractions, she doesn't hear, and doesn't care about the conversation between her mother and younger brother, all her attention is focused on the TV screen.

I see.

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

It was written by Xiao Dongmei who had written a lot of times recently about Drunken Flower Yin!

Xiao Dongmei was familiar with every word in it.

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

But this time I saw Wang Qian writing it himself.

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

This word, originally, was written like this.

She waved her arms lightly, and her wrists turned slightly and flexibly, as if she was writing.

If you look carefully, you can see that every movement of Xiao Dongmei's arms and wrists 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 a master of contemporary calligraphy. It's just that he is too young, has too little qualifications, and has no formed works. He has won a lot of awards, 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 the mountain city, so the family has a lot of knowledge and knows Wang Qian's talent and possible achievements in the future.

Mom nodded slightly: So, your sister is not good enough for her now.

Xiao Dongcheng smiled wryly.

The elder sister is definitely born to the mother.

Identification is completed.

...

West Lake City.

In an older family building in a certain east.

Lu Chunhu was standing in the living room at the moment, and there was a table in the middle. On the table were white paper, pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He had already picked up the writing brush, his eyes were watching the TV screen, and holding the writing brush in one hand, he followed Wang Qian's movements are written together.

Drunken flower shade!

finished!

On TV, Wang Qian put down his brush.

Lu Chunhu also lightly put down the brush, looked at his own handwriting, and laughed: Hahaha, it's a three-point resemblance.

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

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

Lu Chunhu was very satisfied with this.

However, he saw on TV, after Wang Qian gently put the written Zuihuayin aside, he continued to write a song called Yijianmei.

Lu Chunhu hurriedly put the written Zuihuayin aside, adjusted his posture and emotions, watched the TV screen, and started writing together with Wang Qian in the TV screen.

...

Beijing!

In a courtyard.

Xue Zhenguo was also scribbling ink at the moment, glanced at Wang Qian on the TV screen, and then lowered his head and quickly wrote words in thin gold script one by one.

Xueman didn't speak, just watched quietly, but she also held a brush in her right hand, imitating Wang Qian's writing movements in the air.

The father and daughter didn't speak, they watched quietly and studied separately.

...

this moment.

All the TV viewers across the country were attracted by Wang Qian's aura at the moment!

It is a kind of master-level temperament as if immersed in the field of calligraphy for decades, and it is full of a kind of precipitation of Chinese culture.

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

There has been heated discussion on Weibo.

Is this the real master? Kneel down! Those hyped so-called masters are like clowns compared to Professor Wang. They insulted the word master. This is the real master.

When I saw Professor Wang's calligraphy, I wanted to learn it. Is there still time to buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

I'm drunk! I don't understand it, but it feels amazing!

This is a talent show? I'm afraid I watched a fake The Voice. Professor Wang instantly raised the voice to a higher level.

This word is really beautiful.

This is the thin gold body created by Professor Wang? It's very beautiful, and Professor Wang is so handsome when he writes.

Please ask for a piece of calligraphy written by Professor Wang, please kneel down! The price is easy to negotiate, and some of you can chat with me privately.

This is the real master, and I am a student of Zhejiang University. Our teacher Xu Wenwen said that her sister has a calligraphy handwritten by Professor Wang, which is kept as a treasure. If there is a chance, she can take it to the school to see. There is a room in our school. There is a blackboard dedicated to Professor Wang’s last lecture, and without the permission of the department head, ordinary people are not allowed to go in and observe it.”

Zuihuayin, Yijianmei, woo woo woo, my two favorite works, if Professor Wang can give me one of them, I'd be willing to die.

...

on site.

The four tutors all stood up from their seats, stretched their heads and looked at Wang Qian in the middle.

Then, when Wang Qian finished writing the poem Drunken Flower Yin.

The four tutors no longer cared about their identities and the live broadcast. They left their positions and ran to Wang Qian. Their eyes were still looking at Wang Qian, the brush in his hand, and the words written by the pen without blinking. .

And Wang Jingyu had already picked up the Zuihuayin that Wang Qian had just written with joy on her face, and looked at it, with a satisfied smile on her face.

The host Daji standing next to him was also full of longing, wanting a picture written by Wang Qian very much.

However, this was a live broadcast, and he was embarrassed to say it, fearing that he would be rejected, and he would 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.

So, he could only watch eagerly.

The five people just stood quietly behind Wang Qian, watching without saying a word, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Wang Qian.

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

Art is something that is very particular about artistic conception and state of mind.

That's called inspiration!

At this moment, Wang Qian devoted himself to it with the experience of acting, and found a state of mind for himself.

so!

Write like a god.

One cut plum!

Slowly wrote it out.

Every word is poured into his spirit.

Wang Qian didn't speak, but gently picked up the written word to look at it, and then gently put it aside.

Without further ado, Qin Han couldn't wait to pick it up and take a look at it. With a smile all over his face, he pointed at the camera and showed it, his face full of pride.

clap clap...

There are audience members who want to applaud.

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

So, as soon as the applause started, everyone quickly quieted down, not daring to disturb Wang Qian.

Wang Qian closed his eyes and thought about it.

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

Many people are full of admiration when they see it!

This is the master!

What a master!

Inside the lounge.

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

Jiang Yu: When I go back, I also want to keep a picture of it.

Murong Yue immediately said: I want two!

Qin Xuerong laughed, her face was full of pride, she stared at Wang Qian in the picture, her affection seemed to turn into water, and said softly: When he is resting, I will ask him to write two pictures for you.

Zhao Wei and He Fulin both opened their mouths, but neither of them spoke. They looked at each other and could see the emotion in each other's eyes!

dare not say!

It's not good either.

They have become famous this time with Wang Qian, and they have already become famous.

Want someone else's calligraphy?

People must be content!

...

Wang Qian closed his eyes and brewed his emotions for a while, then quickly opened his eyes, writing like a spirit!

The pen is a dragon and a snake.

Jiang Chengzi!

The old man is talking about being a teenager...

A piece of work was quickly written.

This is what Cui Wenfeng likes. He originally wanted to ask for a plum blossom or a butterfly love flower for his children, but when he saw this picture of Jiang Chengzi, he couldn't help it. He took the one he liked first, and couldn't wait!

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

Although he doesn't practice calligraphy, he has been in the literary and art circles in the capital for so many years, and his appreciation level is also extraordinary. He knows that this is an absolutely excellent calligraphy masterpiece, and he also likes to collect calligraphy works!

This calligraphy must be collected at home.

Finally, it was Liu Junhua.

Liu Junhua looked at Wang Qian eagerly. He was a little slow just now and regretted not getting the song Jiang Chengzi, so he glared at Cui Wenfeng.

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

Die Lian Hua!

The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small...

Liu Junhua didn't make a request, but only asked for a picture of Wang Qian's calligraphy, so he was very happy to see this song Di Lian Hua.

This work can be said to be very underrated!

Many people discuss Wang Qian's Zuihuayin, Yijianmei, Jiang Chengzi, Shi Shuo and so on!

However, the two Die Lian Hua are also absolute masterpieces.

Liu Junhua especially likes this song Die Lian Hua Chun Jing, the small emotions expressed in it are very good.

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

Pen and ink splattered.

Wang Qian also quickly finished writing the Die Lian Hua. He was relieved and handed the Die Lian Hua calligraphy work to Liu Junhua. He smiled and said, I'm a little tired! However, today's condition is not bad, I hope you like it. .”

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

Wang Jingyu said with a smile: 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 such a good calligraphy!

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

Just as Wang Qian was about to put down the brush in his hand, he saw that the ink was still wet, and even a drop of ink dripped onto the paper.

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

However, Wang Qian held down Daji's hand, looked at the ink on the paper, pressed the brush on the ink, and gently wrote a word Tian along the ink.

Frown!

this……