Debut After Eight Years

Los Angeles.

In the lounge of a top music studio.

Adam, Eric, and Winston were all sitting in the lounge, watching the pictures on the TV screen together.

Since more than half an hour ago, the three of them sat together watching this follow-up report program specially set up for Wang Qian, and they haven't changed the channel until now.

They have to admit it.

This show is really attractive.

Even though they didn't want to increase Wang Qian's ratings, they didn't want to leave after watching it. They really wanted to know what would happen next!

very curious to know...

Will Wang Qian be embarrassed by the thousands of music artists and classical music lovers present, and leave in embarrassment?

They really want to know...

Will Wang Qian fulfill his bet with Diana and leave North America directly?

This is their purpose and idea of ​​watching TV in the first place.

because.

All three of them instinctively thought that it was impossible for Wang Qian to escape from the open communication class at Curtis Institute.

After all, Wang Qian is almost an enemy of the entire European and American classical music field there, and there will be a lot of classical music artists trying to make things difficult for Wang Qian...

Most of the European and American music artists at the scene did not want this young man from China to succeed in their territory.

Perhaps, no one in the whole world can satisfy all those music artists.

It's just that the three of Adam didn't expect it.

From the very beginning, Wang Qian responded to the challenges of the two musicians from the Manhattan School of Music with absolute strength, and completely impressed the two musicians with his strong performance and creative ability.

And at this moment.

They were even more stunned watching the English words that Wang Qian was writing on the blackboard on the TV screen.

Manager Eric murmured in a low voice: Water Fake, is this guy really writing poetry?

Winston also stared at the TV screen, and replied in a low voice: Maybe, yes...

Eric: Will he? Does he understand?

No one answered him.

Adam felt numb all over!

He found that the gap between himself and Wang Qian might be even bigger than he imagined.

only……

Is Wang Qian really a singer?

...

perhaps.

This is a question that many audiences on the scene and in front of the TV want to shout out.

Is this person really a singer?

Several major social platforms in Europe and the United States are also lively, and many discussions have been made on Wang Qian.

However, more people remained silent, staring at the words written by Wang Qian on the blackboard on the TV screen.

When lure are old

When lures are old and greyand full of sleep,

Andnodbythefire, takedownthis wave ok,

Andslowly read, anddrea touched fthesoftlook;

lure eyesandone, andoftheihadowsdeep,

How many loved lures of gladgrae,

Andloved lure beautywithlovefalse ort milk e,

Butonemanlovethepilg th msoulin lure,

And loved the sorrows of luring rhhanging fae;

Andbendownbe private detheglowingba,

Murmur, alittlesadly, howlovefled,

Andpaeduponthe touch untainsoverhead,

Andhidhisfaea fans darowdofsta.

...

The scene became extremely silent.

No one spoke.

Only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing chalk on the blackboard.

Everyone stared intently at the letters, words, and entire poems that appeared on the blackboard!

at first.

Everyone is still looking at the words with a sense of reading a joke and looking for faults.

After all, are you a person who grew up in China and has never studied English to write an English poem, or in front of so many artists?

To use Chinese idioms, this is a typical class play, and will be taught to be a man by the artists present!

Ma Rui even felt that it was because Wang Qian was in a hurry, lost his mind because of anger, and forced to write a poem, which was to put his own handle in front of him.

He only needs to find out the flaws and flaws in Wang Qian's writings, criticize them, and he can end in victory.

Many media outlets that have a good relationship with him will even specially edit and broadcast this scene of him criticizing Wang Qian's works, so as to ignore all his embarrassment and embarrassment.

but……

Ma Rui stared at each word written by Wang Qian, but his mood became more and more heavy and shocking.

because.

Just write the first sentence.

Ma Rui discovered that this level was much higher than his, and it was not at the same level at all.

The poem he wrote just now is still on the blackboard, right next to Wang Qian, in stark contrast.

A comparison...

Ma Rui found that his work was really just like what Wang Qian said, it was a disaster, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a piece of shit.

Look at what Wang Qian wrote, and then look at what I wrote...

Ma Rui felt that every word he wrote seemed so unsightly.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

In the absence of comparison.

Ma Rui can feel good about himself, he can force his mouth to speak hard, and he can hypnotize himself, saying that his work is a good work, but you will not appreciate it!

However, Marui now found that he could no longer say those words.

Because no one would believe it, not even himself.

Seeing more and more words written by Wang Qian, his heart became more and more shocked, and then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. Standing behind Wang Qian, his expression became dull.

All the audience in the audience, at this moment, saw the clear picture in Wang Qian's poems.

A warm and plain picture slowly unfolded in their eyes, and it was vividly told.

However, in the plain and warm, it reveals the love from the depths of the soul!

Especially some old artists sitting in the front row felt the most deeply about this, and almost comprehended the soul of this poem.

Because, this is almost the life of most of them now.

White-haired, still with you, love your soul.

Max, Ma Long, Dawson, Kalman and others all fell silent and didn't speak any more, just staring at Wang Qian's hand and the words!

until……

After Wang Qian finished writing, he wrote down the last word, put down the rest of the chalk gently, then turned around gently, faced the audience, and said softly: This is probably love.

The voice was soft and spread throughout the audience, but it reached everyone's heart.

This is probably love...

That doesn't seem so certain.

However, everyone has seen the most sincere and purest love from this poem.

The audience was still silent and was not awakened by Wang Qian's voice.

Everyone was silent for about a minute, staring at the poem on the blackboard.

Keep reading from the beginning to the end, everyone has read it at least twice, the more you read silently, the more you feel in your heart, the more you can comprehend the love that goes deep into the bone marrow and soul, and then the whole person seems to want to Trembling for it.

simple is the best.

Even many emotional artists shed tears for this.

The TV camera accurately captured the obvious tear stains on the faces of several elderly people and several women, but they didn't seem to notice that they let the tears flow on their faces, still staring at the words on the blackboard, teary eyes Hazy, but still addicted to it.

Diana was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone message, and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with extremely complicated eyes.

Diana looked at her mobile phone. It was a message from the director team, asking her to direct the camera to capture more people's expressions.

Diana took a quick look and found that Christine, who was sitting in the middle, was also gently wiping away the tears. She quickly asked the cameraman to turn around and take a picture. All the audience saw the picture of Christine crying.

I looked again.

Sophie and Taylor, two well-known gifted girls, were also wiping away their tears at this moment, staring at the podium stupidly, not knowing what they were looking at.

Wow……

Suddenly, there was a sudden loud cry, which shocked Diana and everyone in the audience. Almost everyone was completely awakened, and they all looked in the direction of the cry.

It was found that an old artist sitting in the second row was crying with his head in his arms.

It was a white-haired, thin old man in a formal suit, holding his head in his arms and crying loudly, whimpering constantly, shouting indistinctly: God, please give me back my Susan... Woooooooo... my dear Susan...

The camera quickly focused on the old artist.

Diana didn't know who it was, but she quickly heard the answer from the crowd.

That's Professor David from Eastman College. His wife Susan graduated from Eastman College with him, and stayed on to teach together. They lived together for forty years and were inseparable almost every day. Eastman Both students knew they were very much in love, but, five years ago, Professor Susan passed away from cancer.

Someone said sadly: Professor Davey applied to the school for his resignation because he was sad and seriously ill, but the college did not agree and let him take a long vacation. Unexpectedly, after five years, Professor Davey has not come out yet.

Another person said: This poem is so well written. It perfectly interprets what true love is. An ordinary life is the true meaning of love. It is normal for Professor David to think of his wife. I want to go back now. Hug my wife hard and let him know I love her.

Poor Professor Davy, I hope he makes it through.

I almost cried after reading this poem, God, this poem is so touching.

I can't believe that this poem was written by a Chinese and a singer.

This is the most touching love poem I have ever seen. It is simple and simple, but it goes straight to the soul.

A series of soft discussions came.

Diana also thought of her grandfather, who had been depressed for many years because of her grandmother's death, and then chose to retire, handed over the family business to her father, and went to farm by herself.

Looking at Wang Qian who was standing there as calm as water, Diana felt as if a halo of light was blooming from Wang Qian's body.

What is a real artist like?

Diana had no concept before.

But.

Now she has concrete concepts, even clear images.

It was the young-looking figure standing on the podium.

This is probably the artist.

clap clap...

Applause suddenly sounded.

The sound came from Max in the front row and Malone.

Several of the world's top old artists stood up first and clapped vigorously. There were a little tear stains on their wrinkled faces, but their palms were clapping vigorously, clapping vigorously, applauding vigorously, as if to All the strength of the whole body is used.

then.

Applause spread throughout the audience.

Everyone quickly stood up and applauded vigorously.

The applause was louder than ever.

Professor David, who was crying, forcibly stopped his crying, stood up, let the tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.

Marrs, Elton and all the Manhattan College alumni also stood up and applauded vigorously at this moment.

Christine also stood up, with a longing smile, concealing the tears on her face, and applauding vigorously, but her eyes were still filled with tears that would burst at any time, and she looked at the person on the podium dimly. The figure kept chanting this poem silently in his heart.

The love in this poem is what she dreamed of.

That's why she hasn't been in a relationship for so many years.

Because her emotional concept is extremely simple and pure, just like what is written in this poem.

She doesn't like to be vigorous, doesn't like to pretend to be affectionate, and doesn't like to let the whole world know...

It's a pity that now is a super fast-paced era, and people's hearts are very impetuous. It is almost impossible to find such a love life.

Therefore, she would rather be single all the time, would rather live a peaceful life with her grandpa on the farm than take risks.

But.

At this moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the desire deep in her heart.

Christine only felt that Wang Qian might be the person who understood her best in the world.

Tears couldn't help dripping down again.

Christine laughed again hastily, and let the tears flow without wiping them.

Because she didn't want to interrupt her applause.

Most of the members of the Huaxia delegation were in a dazed state.

Many of them could not understand the words written by Wang Qian.

Only a few people can understand it.

And anyone who understands the words can feel the love that goes deep into the soul.

In addition, they all heard from Wang Qian just now that this poem was sung by Wang Qian in Huaxia when you are old.

Therefore, with a comparison, after understanding the words and then connecting them with the lyrics, you can quickly understand what is expressed in them.

He Chaohui also understood the general idea, stood up and applauded vigorously, and said in admiration: This poem is so well written. I never expected that Wang Qian has such a high level of knowledge in English poetry.

Peng Donghu didn't understand, so he just said along the way: Yes, these foreigners are crazy! Many people are crying, and I want to cry now.

Qin Xuehong also wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, she also really understood the poem, and said softly: It's really touching, this is the love that many people yearn for!

Qin Xuerong also kept wiping her eyes with tissues, but her face was full of happiness with a bright smile, saying in her heart: I have already got it, and we will live forever!

Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke, and Xiao Dongmei all clapped vigorously. There were tears in their eyes, but they insisted on not falling. They didn't want to leave the eyes of the figure on the podium. If they don't see him, they will lose him, so they are reluctant to blink!

However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo were crying so hard!

Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn't covered her mouth, she might have cried too.

Thinking that she had already formed a family with Wang Qian back then, but she was fooled by her agent and filed for divorce...

original!

She has got it.

original!

She can have it all.

original……

Li Qingyao almost collapsed, if it wasn't for Yu Jingruo's support, she might not be able to stand up, her heart was full of sadness and regret.

However, Yu Jingruo himself was also teary-eyed, with obvious tear stains on his face. She felt that if she had taken the initiative to pursue Wang Qian like Li Qingyao, she might have married Wang Qian herself, then she would definitely not leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation was, she would insist on walking with Wang Qian go down!

pity……

pity……

It's in the past.

As for Taylor and Sophie, their emotions were extremely complicated.

Both were attracted by Wang Qian's amazing talent, and both wanted to snatch Wang Qian away from Qin Xuerong.

Even, they have already taken action...

And the love that Wang Qian wrote at this moment is of course what they are looking forward to.

However, they do not know what will happen in the future.

Therefore, they cried a little confused.

Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie didn't know whether they could catch this shining world man.

but……

They all know one thing, that is, no matter what the situation, they will not let go.

Social media in Europe and the United States is also exploding at the moment.

The entire network was several times more lively than before, and many people were speaking frantically, much more active than usual, and the center of the topic was Wang Qian and this poem.

I'm applauding too, the poem is simply beautiful.

This is a love poem. The poem just now was indeed a disaster. I was dumbfounded.

Who can tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn't he a singer? Isn't he an actor? Isn't he a Chinese?

I must admit that Ma Rui's poem was indeed a disaster, and Wang Qian was right because he wrote a truly touching poem.

I just want to know now, can he continue to write? I still want to see him write poems. I don't want to watch him play music. I like this poem so much.

God, a lot of people were crying.

...

applause!

It hasn't stopped.

Even, for a minute.

two minutes!

Three minutes passed.

Thousands of people at the scene were still standing and applauding vigorously.

Although it was not as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning, everyone still applauded sincerely.

Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and other old artists were not too tired. They all stood for a few minutes and applauded, looking at Wang Qian with admiration in their eyes.

Wang Qian stood there, facing everyone, accepting everyone's applause. After watching for so long, he stretched out his hands and made a downward movement towards everyone, indicating that everyone can stop.

Applause is enough.

At this time, the applause gradually stopped.

Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David and other old artists stopped their movements, and then sat down slowly.

The others also gradually stopped their applause, and all sat down.

Wang Qian looked calm and said softly, Thank you for your applause.

At this time, many people began to clean up the tears on their faces and sort out their emotions, especially some sensual women, whose makeup was in tears, and some who cared about their image began to lower their heads and reapply their makeup.

However, at this time, everyone's eyes gradually focused on the figure standing beside Wang Qian, who had never moved.

Writer from New York, Marie.

Ma Rui has been in a state of sluggishness, and he doesn't know if he is really intoxicated by the poem, or if he does so deliberately to avoid embarrassment.

Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui and asked with a smile: Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? In comparison, how is your work?

Ma Rui moved his body stiffly, and his face was also stiff and expressionless. He turned his head to look at Wang Qian, and then looked at the many strange eyes on the scene. Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, a trace of With a smile uglier than crying, he said to Wang Qian: Mr. Wang's poem, I think it is a very rare love poem. It is really excellent, very good. I can't find any shortcomings. It is better than mine There are so many good poems, I admire your talent.

In front of so many people.

Ma Rui gave up, and began to publicly praise Wang Qian's poem, acknowledging Wang Qian's amazing talent.

Finding fault on purpose?

Forcibly belittle?

He dare not!

after all.

There are so many great artists present, including many writers and authors whose fame and qualifications are much higher than him, as well as many literary critics and literature lovers, who were deeply moved by this poem, and many people cried because of it , which means that everyone has approved the poem.

If he belittled the poem publicly at this time, wouldn't he be against everyone present? Didn't you say publicly that your level is not as good as yours?

Ma Rui didn't dare to offend so many people.

He dared to offend Wang Qian, but he didn't dare to offend most of the people present.

Therefore, he knew that his only choice now was to admit defeat.

This is the only option.

Otherwise, if he forcefully belittles the poem.

Maybe he will be excluded from the New York cultural circle.

Even, it may be openly boycotted by many European and American audiences watching live TV.

This kind of consequence is unbearable for him.

Hearing Ma Rui's words, many people at the scene laughed, agreed with this, and felt funny about Ma Rui's situation at the moment.

Wang Qian said softly, Thank you, Mr. Ma Rui.

Ma Rui let go of the pride in his heart, and said solemnly to Wang Qian: No, I want to thank you, Mr. Wang Qian, you taught me a lesson today. After I go back, I will close the door of my room and study at home. Works, I hope to have the opportunity to ask you about poetry next time.

Wang Qian: I also hope to have the opportunity to meet next time.

Ma Rui bowed lightly to Wang Qian, and then bowed lightly to all the audience off the court, ready to step down.

However, he just took two steps, and suddenly turned around again and looked at Wang Qian and asked, Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you still have such works?

Wang Qian was thinking about the next music class, when he heard Ma Rui's words, he asked softly, What work?

Ma Rui asked seriously: That's right, such a wonderful and touching poem!

Almost everyone in the audience looked at Wang Qian expectantly.

Artists, as well as art lovers, do not like poetry.

Just now, when you are old, everyone's interest in poetry was aroused, and they all longed to see the same wonderful and touching poems again.

Because they have not seen such touching and simple sincere poetry for a long time.

Like China, in the impetuous era, there have been no good literary works in the European and American literary circles for a long time, but there are more and more popular popular works.

Therefore, they need to find such poems from the classics dozens of hundreds of years ago.

Wang Qian replied with a smile: I don't know.

Marui wondered: Why don't you know?

Wang Qian said softly: Because it depends on mood and state. Poetry, like music, is essentially an expression of emotion. So, you should understand.

Suddenly, Ma Rui still didn't understand, so he turned around and left quickly.

He even wanted to leave here directly and leave Curtis.

However, he knew that he couldn't leave now, and it would be even more embarrassing if he left, and everyone would say even worse afterwards.

Now, it's not that bad. If you stay and leave at the end, you can still be decent, and many people will say that you have persistence and demeanor...

Of course, there are thick skins too.

Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and sat down, and then said to everyone: Poetry, like music, is a hobby of mine. The poem just now is some of my emotional expressions at certain times. Thank you for your recognition and likes. Okay, let’s get down to business, now let’s get back to the topic and continue talking about music...

Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase all the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score of the piece of Luoshen by the Water that he played just now.

but!

Professor Dawson immediately came to the stage and said, Mr. Wang Qian, don't wipe it. We will replace the blackboard for you.

Wang Qian froze for a moment, then nodded: Yes.

Professor Dawson immediately asked someone to come up and dismantle the blackboard written by Wang Qian when you are old, and replace it with a new one.

As for what was written by Ma Rui on the other side, they completely ignored it. The staff of the college quickly wiped it clean to make the blackboard clean for Wang Qian's next writing.

Many people at the scene had mixed feelings.

Many people looked at Ma Rui again with strange eyes.

Ma Rui is also feeling uncomfortable all over, feeling like the eyes are stabbing him with knives, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere, he really wants to escape here immediately, but he calms himself down, and responds stiffly to the person looking at him smile.

Looking at his own work that had been wiped away, Ma Rui just wanted to go back and burn the poem.

Professor Dawson and several old artists from Curtis Institute in Kalman all smiled apologetically at Wang Qian, apologizing for delaying Wang Qian's lecture.

Wang Qian smiled indifferently, and continued: Okay, let's continue talking about the song just now!

but……

His voice has not yet fallen.

Hundreds of thousands of hands were raised again.

This time!

Many old artists in the front row also let go of their reserve and pride, and raised their hands one after another, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.

a tune!

A poem.

And the performance realm that surpassed the predecessors.

All the artists on the scene have fully recognized Wang Qian's talent and artistic background.

Raise your hand this time.

Almost everyone didn't come to find fault, but really wanted to communicate with Wang Qian with the intention of asking for advice.

Even Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Taylor, Sophie, He Chaohui, Peng Donghu, Yang Jiansen and other members of the Huaxia visiting group from several universities all raised their hands, wanting to interact with Wang Qian.

Wang Qian knew that this class probably would not follow his own ideas, but would follow the ideas of some people present.

People keep asking questions, and he will solve them!

Such a rhythm.

Wang Qian quickly adjusted his mentality, looked at the people who raised their hands at the scene, saw the eager eyes, moved his eyes quickly, and then pointed to an old artist in the front row and said, Sir, come on!

This old artist is exactly the weeping David who was moved by Wang Qian's poem just now, and he is also a veteran professor from the world's top classical music school.

only……

This professor teaches violin.