It took eight years to debut

"Why isn't Professor Wang talking anymore? Let's comment on Guo Zhuangzhuang's Yijianmei. I think many people agree."

"Professor Wang, they all said you were cowardly, so say something."

"Professor Wang, where did you go?"

"Professor Wang, where are you? Don't be cowardly."

"Professor Wang, Guo Zhuangzhuang said you played dead."

"Professor Wang, some people say you have surrendered!"

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Many of Wang Qian's fans are basically ordinary people, so it is easy to be tempted, although they all support Wang Qian.

However, they are still influenced by the comments of many so-called experts and scholars.

Wang Qian did not blame them for this.

There is no way to avoid this.

They are also concerned about chaos.

He first went to Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo to look at the one-cut plums posted by the other party.

Read it quickly!

Wang Qian couldn't help but admire in his heart.

to be frank.

If you don't rely on copying.

Wang Qian felt that the other party's talent could beat him by ten blocks!

His appreciative ability is not bad. After reading it once, he knows that this work is a truly rare masterpiece in modern society. It is also a good work in ancient times. Even if it is not a masterpiece of the ages, it is not too far behind , there is a high probability that it may be handed down.

Anyway, he was in another world in his previous life, and he had never seen anyone who wrote ancient poetry works of this level at that time.

Such work, such talent.

It has to be praised.

Wang Qian posted on Weibo: "I'm sorry everyone, I was delayed by something just now, so I haven't read Weibo, and I didn't reply immediately. I misunderstood everyone, sorry."

"Xiao Dongmei's "One Cut Plum" published by Guo Zhuangzhuang is very good and a rare masterpiece. To be honest, I am very surprised to see such a work appear. The author's attainments in graceful words make me ashamed."

"For this reason, I don't know how to type this piece of work. This is a disrespect to Xiao Dongmei."

Done.

Wang Qian sent it out.

Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Xu Xiaoxiao, and Xu Wenwen didn't crowd around Wang Qian to check his cell phone, which was impolite.

But all four of them held their mobile phones and waited for Wang Qian's Weibo to update the information.

Ding!

The four of them saw Wang Qian's new message at the same time.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu haven't looked carefully yet.

Wang Qian put down his cell phone, stood up, his momentum changed, and a domineering arrogance unique to literati exuded, and he said loudly: "Xiaoyue, Jiang Jiang, take care of you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu didn't think much about it. When they heard Wang Qian's words, they instinctively dropped their mobile phones and ran to the inner room to get paper, brushes, ink, and inkstone.

Both Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen looked at Wang Qian in surprise.

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Professor Wang, do you want to write it down?"

Wang Qian nodded: "Of course, writing it down, taking a video or photo and posting it is my respect for her. To be honest, this one-cut plum is the most talented poem I have ever seen. There is a chance Be sure to talk to the author."

Xu Wenwen: "Xiao Dongmei's "One Cut Plum" is indeed very good! It is slightly worse than Professor Wang's works, and several grades better than other contemporary works. I plan to have the opportunity to talk to my classmates next time. speak."

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu ran back quickly, and quickly arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the big desk next to them.

Xu Xiaoxiao quickly went over to help grind the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue laid out a piece of paper.

Xu Wenwen took out his mobile phone and turned on the video, adjusted the angle, and wanted to record this scene.

Wang Qian stood in front of the table, closed his eyes, and brewed a little momentum and emotions in his heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao and the four of them didn't speak.

Those who grind ink continue to grind ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue pressed the paper with a paperweight.

Murong Yue took the brush and handed it to Wang Qian with both hands.

Wang Qian naturally enjoyed the service of the four, reached out to take the brush that Murong Yue handed over, and then dipped it in the ink that Xu Xiaoxiao had researched.

Then, Wang Qian swiped the ink steadily with his arm.

The brush moves quickly on the white paper.

One after another, thin gold characters with a very personal style appeared on the white paper.

One cut plum!

Three words appeared.

The pupils of all the people present froze.

coming!

coming!

he came!

At the same time, sisters Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao secretly said in their hearts that it was true.

For the first time, Guo Zhuangzhuang posted a song called Drunken Flower Yin.

Wang Qian also returned a Zuihuayin song, which was several grades better than the other party's Zuihuayin.

Then, Guo Zhuangzhuang posted another Yijianmei, which has made great progress.

Sisters Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both speculated that Wang Qian might also write a song of the same name in response to Yijianmei!

Now I see the words Yijianmei appearing on the paper.

The two sisters looked at each other, and both smiled slightly, with anticipation in their eyes, and then quickly looked at Wang Qian and the brush in his hand.

While Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were surprised, they were also a little accustomed to Wang Qian's style, so they were relieved quickly and just focused on the words gradually appearing on the paper!

Red lotus root fragrant and residual jade in autumn.

Loosen Luo Chang lightly and board the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the cloud sends brocade books.

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

All four of them stared wide-eyed, and their breathing became much quieter as they watched the words appear one by one.

After cooking porridge, Qin Xuerong, who came over wearing an apron, also stood there quietly, holding a spoon in his hand, and looked at Wang Qian without blinking.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen have a deep family background, so they feel the deepest.

This is the que.

Let them shake their hearts!

that's nice!

Can't help but miss it.

However, he was afraid of disturbing Wang Qian.

Therefore, both of them resisted the impulse, stared excitedly at the pen in Wang Qian's hand, and stared at every word Wang Qian wrote.

The flowers flow by themselves.

Lovesickness in one place, worry in two places.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the brow, but our hearts.

call……

It wasn't Wang Qian's breathing.

It was a heavy breathing sound from the other five beauties at the same time.

Xu Xiaoxiao even covered her mouth, a tear was trembling in her eyes, she was afraid that she would cry out with a cry!

the first word.

Written in her heart!

There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart!

Isn't it her mood recently?

Every day, Wang Qian's figure would constantly appear in her heart.

I miss him when I play the piano, I miss him when I write, I miss him when I eat, and I still dream of him when I sleep.

It was exactly the same as what was written in this poem, Xu Xiaoxiao had the urge to cry after reading it, as if Wang Qian understood his heart.

Xu Wenwen's expression was also a little intoxicated, obviously attracted by this song "One Cut Plum".

Murong Yue, Jiang Yu, and Qin Xuerong were not literature students, but they were not weak in literature, and they all saw the extraordinaryness of this work at a glance.

Especially, as women, they feel that this song "One Cut Plum" has really been written into their hearts!

Very good!

Reading it is like reading your own thoughts.

that's nice!

Qin Xuerong was holding a spoon, but couldn't help her excitement. When she saw Wang Qian put down the brush, she rushed forward and put her arms around Wang Qian's neck, her voice choked up: "The writing is really good, Husband I love you!"

Qin Xuerong felt that this song "One Cut Plum" was about describing how she felt when she fell in love with Wang Qian more than a month ago.

I see Wang Qian every day, but I can't!

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu stared at the words on the white paper, and were stunned for a while, feeling deeply in their hearts, raised their eyes to look at Qin Xuerong enviously, and then both of them smiled wryly.

Wang Qian patted Qin Xuerong's shoulder, rubbed the hair that was tied up casually, took a deep breath of the smell between the hair, and said softly: "I love you too!"

Qin Xuerong's tears couldn't stop, they dripped down, and hurriedly wiped away the tears. Seeing that Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen were still there, her face turned crimson: "I, I'm going to cook."

After finishing speaking, Qin Xuerong hurriedly turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Both Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen woke up.

Xu Wenwen said with a trembling voice: "Professor Wang, do you want to release this work?"

There was obvious respect in her tone, and there was even a hint of admiration in her eyes!

Seeing such a work that I like very much comes out with my own eyes, the impact on Xu Wenwen, a literary student, is indescribable. She is even willing to kneel down to apprentice to Wang Qian now!

Wang Qian picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip of water, nodded: "Well, send me the video, and I'll post it on Weibo."

Xu Wenwen nodded, and after adding Wang Qian's WeChat, he sent the video to him. Seeing that he was also Wang Qian's friend, he felt inexplicably proud!

She now has a little understanding of the feeling of her younger sister Xu Xiaoxiao.

And Xu Xiaoxiao, who had already stepped forward two steps, gently put away the work written by Wang Qian, looked at Wang Qian expectantly and said, "Professor Wang, can you give me this picture?"

Wang Qian nodded indifferently: "Okay, take it, I can't give you copybooks for the time being, if you and your sister want to read, you can take a look at this first."

Xu Xiaoxiao showed a big smile and put it away carefully: "Thank you."

Wang Qian nodded, and forwarded the video Xu Wenwen sent to him on his Weibo.

Chapter 141 I Cried While Reading It!I'm really not pretending...

When Wang Qian posted a message on Weibo.