It took eight years to debut

The comment area under his own Weibo instantly seemed to be fried.

In the blink of an eye, countless speeches appeared.

"Professor Wang appeared?"

"Professor Wang, if you don't have a work, it's nothing. It's the same when you have it next time."

"Guo Zhuangzhuang is proud of being a villain over there. He said that Professor Wang is afraid of you."

"Hahaha, those who said that Professor Wang was scared and pretended to be dead really laughed me to death. Although the song "One Cut Plum" is good, it still doesn't surpass Professor Wang's "Drunken Flowers Yin", okay? Take out any ancient poems written by Professor Wang. The works are all enough to surpass this one-cut plum, and the two Jiangchengzi and two Butterfly Love Flowers are not more than this one-cut plum?"

"I said that Professor Wang couldn't have been cowardly."

"Professor Wang……"

……

Many fans who supported Wang Qian spoke one after another, expressing their support for Wang Qian.

Most people are awake.

I can't even believe that Wang Qian would be so cowardly, and then keep silent and pretend to be dead.

In their eyes, Wang Qian has always been full of talent, he will not be afraid at any time, and he is very responsible.

Cowardly because of an ancient word?

This is impossible!

and……

Most people still have some appreciation.

Even if you don't have a very high appreciation ability, you can roughly see some things by looking at the appreciation comments posted by others.

That is, although Guo Zhuangzhuang released this song on behalf of Xiao Dongmei, although it is indeed a rare masterpiece in modern times, it still has a little gap compared with Wang Qian's other ancient ci works.

Then, Wang Qian has no reason to keep silent and hide.

just now……

Wang Qian gave an explanation - he was too busy to see it.

Everyone suddenly realized that in just a few minutes, more than [-] people liked and forwarded it, and tens of thousands of people left messages. Fans and fans wanted to forward Wang Qian's words for others to see!

……

Magic City.

Seeing Wang Qian's speech, Yang Yu immediately said, "Wang Qian came out. He said he was too busy to see it just now."

Li Qingyao was also looking at the phone, and said in a low voice: "I guessed it. He can't pretend to be dead and silent. Even if he loses, he will be upright."

Yang Yu: "Hehe, everyone knows that. However, some people like to be led by the rhythm, and many people just like to be led by the rhythm. This is the Internet."

Li Qingyao checked Wang Qian's Weibo, and found that Wang Qian hadn't posted any work yet, feeling a little disappointed, and then kept staring at Wang Qian's Weibo, hoping to see the latest Weibo news from Wang Qian as soon as possible.

buzzing...

The phone vibrated.

Liu Lihua's name is displayed.

Li Qingyao cast a glance and ignored it.

……

Beijing.

Xueman jumped up from the chair and said loudly: "Wang Qian appeared, he said he was too busy to see it just now, and he will release a work soon!"

Xue Zhenguo glared at Xueman: "It's a bit of a city, let's see what you look like."

Xueman smiled mischievously: "Oh!"

She was a little surprised by her performance.

It seems that some people care too much about Wang Qian's performance.

However, neither she nor her father, Xue Zhenguo, believed in the rhythmic ones on the Internet, and did not believe that Wang Qian would pretend to be dead and silent.

"Let's see what works he will publish. I guess, it may also be a song and a plum."

Xueman said in a low voice.

Xue Zhenguo agreed.

Drunk flower yin to drunk flower yin.

One cut plum, of course, one song and one cut plum.

……

Mountain City!

Guo Zhuangzhuang's legs hurt from standing.

However, looking at Xiao Dongmei who was also standing there, continuing to splash ink, he didn't dare to complain.

Xiao Dongmei wrote Wang Qian's "Drunken Flower Yin" on the paper again. After finishing writing, she put down the brush, looked at it carefully, read it lightly, and said softly: "This poem, in history, can also be called As one of the masterpieces of graceful words, I am not as good as him."

Finally spoke.

Guo Zhuangzhuang hurriedly said: "Then he was also silenced by your song "One Cut Plum."

Xiao Dongmei didn't look at Guo Zhuangzhuang, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then asked lightly: "You really think so?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang was silent, and smiled lightly.

Of course he didn't really think so, he said it deliberately, just to cheer up and hurt Wang Qian's reputation.

Xiao Dongmei gently sat down on a mahogany chair, with a white gauze skirt casually swaying around, two strands of hair hanging down by her ears, her eyes looking at the distant river scene: "I heard him for the first time, after reading I am shocked by his works. Modern people can write such good ancient poems. I have carefully studied each of his works and taught them several times in class. I found that my understanding of ancient poems They've all gone up a notch."

"Guo Zhuangzhuang, if you don't have so many crooked ways in your heart and study the knowledge itself carefully, maybe you don't need to copy other people's works. You have always regarded yourself as my friend when you go out, and I hope you are really qualified to be my friend. "

Xiao Dongmei's eyes looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang.

Guo Zhuangzhuang felt as if he was standing naked under the sun, and all the secrets were exposed.

Those eyes seemed to see through his inner thoughts.

Guo Zhuangzhuang was under great pressure, feeling ashamed and ashamed in his heart, he looked away, not daring to look into those eyes, and whispered: "I, I just..."

What did he want to explain, saying that he did not plagiarize, he was wronged.

But, can't say it.

I feel that everything is sophistry, it is a blasphemy to those eyes, and the other party will definitely not believe his sophistry.

Guo Zhuangzhuang fell silent.

hum!

The phone vibrated.

It's the message reminder he set.

As if grasping at straws, he hurriedly took out his phone to unlock the screen and looked at it.

It was Wang Qian who posted on Weibo!

"Wang Qian sent a message saying that he was very busy just now and had no time."

Guo Zhuangzhuang said instinctively: "This should be an excuse."

Xiao Dongmei smiled slightly: "How do you know it's an excuse?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang fell silent again, frowned and thought for a while and said, "It must be an excuse..."

Xiao Dongmei shook her head: "I believe he is telling the truth."

Guo Zhuangzhuang actually felt in his heart that what Wang Qian should have said was the truth, but he just didn't want to admit it.

After all, no matter how distasteful Wang Qian is, Guo Zhuangzhuang must admit that Wang Qian's talent and character are not picky.

Such a person should not lie.

He just instinctively said some slanderous words deliberately.

However, this is obviously meaningless in front of Xiao Dongmei.

Guo Zhuangzhuang sneered: "He highly praised your Yijianmei. Moreover, he also said that in order to show respect, he would write the work on paper, then take a photo and send it out."

Xiao Dongmei nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation: "I'm looking forward to whether Yijianmei, which he wrote, will be as good as Zuihuayin. Today, it is also my good fortune to witness the birth of these two works."

Xiao Dongmei herself also felt that there was a high probability that Wang Qian would respond to herself by writing an ancient Ci with the same lyrics.

Guo Zhuangzhuang didn't refute this either. He also felt that Wang Qian would also write a song about plum blossoms. He fell silent again, lowered his head and started swiping his phone, just wanting to get this matter done quickly and leave.

He doesn't want to be friends with Xiao Dongmei anymore.

I can't bear it mentally!

Xiao Dongmei got up and poured a cup of tea for Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Sit down for a while, you've been standing for a long time."

Guo Zhuangzhuang nodded and sat down, his legs were numb from standing.

However, without Xiao Dongmei talking, he really didn't dare to sit down.

Guo Zhuangzhuang picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp: "Good tea."

Xiao Dongmei: "It's the brick tea from the store at the door. I'm not very good at making tea, so I make it casually."

Guo Zhuangzhuang was speechless.

Sister, please forgive me!

He really didn't dare to chat with Xiao Dongmei anymore.

He lowered his head and continued to swipe his phone, Guo Zhuangzhuang just wanted to escape here as soon as possible.

Ding!

A new message was updated on Wang Qian's Weibo.

Guo Zhuangzhuang hastily looked up.

It was the first time that he was so eager to see Wang Qian's latest Weibo news, even more eager than all of Wang Qian's fans.

A message comes out.

"I just wrote a few words impromptu, everyone just take a look!"

Below is a video.

Guo Zhuangzhuang clicked on the video and said to Xiao Dongmei: "Wang Qian replied!"

Xiao Dongmei nodded lightly, stood up from the chair with a light figure, and then came to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, hovered over the paper with the brush firmly in her right hand, and gently held the brush in her left hand. Touching the sleeve of his right arm, he said lightly, "Read!"

Guo Zhuangzhuang watched the video without blinking. In the video, Wang Qian also wrote words one by one on the paper with a brush, and then read the words along the words.

"One cut plum, don't worry!"

really.

Another plum cut.

Xiao Dongmei's eyes were serious and serious, looking at the brush and the white paper, she swiped the brush with her right hand quickly, and the words "one cut plum" appeared quickly.

Guo Zhuangzhuang's voice read slowly along with Wang Qian's brush in the video.

"The fragrance of red lotus root and the remnant jade mat in autumn."

"Untie Luo Chang lightly, and go on the Lan Zhou alone."

Guo Zhuangzhuang's expression also became extremely serious, staring at the video screen without blinking.

Xiao Dongmei's hands also became more steady.

Just two sentences.

The two knew that this poem might be another masterpiece.

Guo Zhuangzhuang immediately followed the words that appeared under the brush in the video and read out.

"Who in the cloud sent brocade books."

"When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the west tower."