It took eight years to debut

Both Lu Chunhu and Chen Xiangdong looked at Bai Hua in surprise, not knowing why.

Lu Chunhu: "What TV are you watching?"

Bai Hua: "Good voice, Professor Wang is on stage today."

Lu Chunhu still looked at Chen Xiangdong: "Oh!"

Of course they knew that Wang Qian would make an appearance on today's good voice, because many people around them were talking about it, and it was hard not to know.

However, they didn't want to watch it too much, because Wang Qian's singing on the Good Voice stage was a rock song, not their style. What they liked was Wang Qian's ordinary road, the old you.

Therefore, they were not so impressed by the good voice of Wang Qian.

Bai Hua continued: "At the beginning, there was a live broadcast of Professor Wang writing calligraphy on the spot. He said that he promised to give each of the four tutors a piece of calligraphy, and he wrote it to them on the spot..."

Bai Hua hadn't finished speaking yet.

Lu Chunhu's shadow was gone.

Chen Xiangdong thought for a while, got up and left the office, and walked towards the house quickly.

……

Live live.

Wang Qian led the band around the stage for the last time, looking for the feeling, and then came down to rest for a while.

Lin Gangjun and his Splash Band also went up to practice their positions, and they all looked at Wang Qian and the others from a distance.

That Ender and a big black man shook their fists at Wang Qian!

Lin Gangjun smiled at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian also smiled back, and applauded them from afar.

At this time...

Zhou Qinghua notified the program group: "The live broadcast begins!"

The players all returned to their lounges one after another.

The auditorium is already full of spectators.

All the camera positions are aimed at the stage.

Wang Qian did not go to the lounge to rest with Qin Xuerong and the others, but stood at the exit, watching the host Daji walk onto the stage first.

Chapter 150 Is This The Master?True master...

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's 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.

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..."

Done.

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 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 20 years, Wang Qian may be 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!

Done!

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."