It took eight years to debut

There are only six people on the stage, except for Wang Qian, the other four instructors have already gained something.

Only he, the host, was left empty-handed.

I want to write more of this one, isn't it too much?

Daji had already thought about how he should speak when Wang Qian finished writing this calligraphy. He had to show that he had a high EQ, and he could not offend Wang Qian, let alone the four mentors. I am willing to take the initiative to give my work to him.

But Wang Qian didn't care about the people around him.

It's just that he has just written down a few pieces of calligraphy one after another, which made him enter this state!

After all, he also spent a lot of time practicing calligraphy before, which is why he wrote this good handwriting.

Then, when he occasionally practices calligraphy, he will also enter this state of extreme concentration, which will quickly improve his calligraphy level, and he may be able to grasp the inner essence of it in an instant, and with a little practice, he will be able to write with charm. This is also a talent.

And now, Wang Qian also vaguely felt this way.

His mastery of the thin gold body is still a little short before he can truly achieve greatness and become a true calligraphy master level existence.

this moment.

Wang Qian seemed to have a new understanding of the thin gold font in his heart. Looking at the drop of ink, he naturally stretched out the brush, tapped on the drop of ink, and wrote a word smoothly along the trace of the ink!

Many people's eyes widened.

I saw that Wang Qian wrote a word "Tian".

Wang Jingyu was a little nervous, holding her own handwriting with one hand, and clenched the other hand tightly on her chest.

Cui Wenfeng stretched his head and carefully looked at Wang Qian's brush!

Qin Han and Liu Junhua couldn't even hold their breath!

Many people who know literature and calligraphy in front of the TV have their eyes widened at this moment, and they dare not blink for fear that they will miss the next moment.

mountain city.

Xiao Dongmei even stepped forward quickly, standing in front of the TV and staring at Wang Qian in the picture and the brush in his hand.

Moreover, Xiao Dongcheng and his mother also came to watch.

The Xiao family is a scholarly family, they don't want to miss Wang Qian's next performance, and they want to see if Wang Qian will surprise them!

I see.

Wang Qian's hands were like the horns of an antelope, without any trace. The brush seemed to come alive in his hands. The brush and ink moved quickly, leaving words on the white paper below!

The sky is pure sand!

Xiao Dongcheng's eyes brightened, and he whispered excitedly: "This is Wang Qian's new work that has never been published. I will recite all his works. There is absolutely no name of Tianjingsha! No, Tianjingsha is the name of the song... ..."

"To shut up!"

Xiao Dongmei said two words coldly, without taking her eyes off the TV screen.

Xiao Dongcheng immediately shut up and stopped talking.

……

Rongcheng.

In a villa.

Liu Shengnan announced the afternoon break to the team today, so he finished work early and sat on a chair with his mother to watch TV.

Seeing Wang Qian's performance at this moment.

Liu Shengnan stopped eating snacks, moved a chair and sat in front of the TV to watch!

My mother didn't understand this very well, and muttered in a low voice: "You blocked me."

Liu Shengnan turned his body slightly to get out of the way, but he didn't back away, still watching from a very close place.

in the screen.

Wang Qian held the brush in his hand, and on the white paper, words appeared one by one quickly!

The sky is clean and sandy, Qiusi!

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

Small bridge and flowing water people.

Ancient westerly horse.

As the sun sets,

Heartbroken people are on the horizon.

When Liu Shengnan saw this scene, his hands were shaking.

Mom was taken aback: "Girl, what are you doing?"

Liu Shengnan waved his hand, and said with a trembling voice, "It's okay."

At this moment, in Liu Shengnan's eyes and heart, there is only the figure on the TV screen.

……

West Lake City!

Sisters Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen are also watching the TV screen at home today.

Seeing Wang Qian write four words one after another, Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with distress.

Those who really understand calligraphy know that it takes a lot of energy to concentrate on writing high-level calligraphy characters, and it also consumes a lot of physical energy.

Therefore, those great writers in ancient times were basically not fat. Looking at the portraits that have been handed down, those ancient writers are all skinny and look like they have been malnourished for a long time.However, in fact, those scholars who have become great writers are from very well-to-do families, and it is impossible for them to be hungry and not have enough to eat.

That's because they practiced calligraphy for a long time since they were young, and it took them one to two hours or even half a day to stand. In addition, they kept waving their arms, which was a great burden on their bodies, and they also had to travel long distances to study and take exams. Trek up and down.

Therefore, the ancient literati were really not fat!

Sisters Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen have also practiced calligraphy for a long time. Recently, they have practiced Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy more diligently than before.

It is very clear that Wang Qian must be exhausted on the stage now.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Qian, feeling distressed all over his face and eyes.

Xu Wenwen hugged Xu Xiaoxiao and said nothing, feeling sorry for his sister, this girl's love for Wang Qian could be seen with her eyes.

However, she really couldn't persuade her.

Because, she knew that she almost fell.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Qian already has Qin Xuerong by his side, and his sister is so obsessed with her, if she keeps making herself rational, she might be like her own sister!

They came from a family of scholars and artists.

Facing someone like Wang Qian, there is really no resistance.

The sky is clean and sandy, autumn thoughts.

Xu Xiaoxiao said in a low voice: "Professor Wang's new work! It's a pity that I can't get it."

Xu Wenwen was full of anticipation!

Finished writing a song called Tianjingsha.

Just a few words.

However, the picture is overwhelming.

The name is Qiusi.

But there is not a word of autumn in the whole article, but every word is about autumn, and the feeling of loneliness and bleakness, which is invincible when combined with autumn.

A sense of loneliness and desolation came over my face.

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of surprises, and he praised: "This poem is short and concise, so good!"

Xu Wenwen also nodded: "That's right. Every word, every word, is used just right. It's not that amazing at first glance, but after reading it carefully, the more you read, the more you feel it, and the more you read it, the more attractive it is. This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I can't even describe Professor Wang's talent."

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Let's visit Professor Wang tomorrow and ask him about this work..."

Xu Wenwen thought for a while, then nodded helplessly: "Okay!"

……

Beijing.

A courtyard.

At this moment, both Xue Zhenguo and Xue Man were shocked.

This is good sound stage!

Hundreds of millions of people across the country are now watching.

How does Wang Qian write calligraphy when he is so unparalleled? He writes, writes, and begins to create?

Xue Zhenguo: "Wang Qian suddenly came up with inspiration? This song Tian Jingsha is really good to read. It is short and short but has a profound artistic conception. It is worth savoring carefully."

Xueman was also dumbfounded: "Maybe, when I was writing calligraphy, I suddenly got inspiration? Now, it happens to be autumn too..."

As she said that, Xueman directly wrote a paragraph on Weibo on the spot: "Look at the live broadcast of Professor Wang's calligraphy writing, a surprise is coming! A song of clean sand from the sky, this autumn is worth missing, this autumn, so lonely and desolate..."

Xue Zhenguo leaned in front of the TV and looked carefully, and said in a low voice: "The last word written by Wang Qian, the font seems to be more beautiful and has more charm! It really has the taste of a master."

Xue Zhenguo was a little puzzled. Although he liked Wang Qian's calligraphy and imitated it before, he also knew that although Wang Qian's calligraphy was excellent, it was not a real master, but had an inner realm and charm.

That takes time and life experience to settle.

He believes that Wang Qian will become a master with enough life experience in the future...

But did not expect!

in front of his eyes.

on television.

In front of hundreds of millions of viewers across the country.

Wang Qian wrote the charm that belongs to the master alone.

At this moment, he knew that Wang Qian was a real master of calligraphy.

Coupled with an original thin gold calligraphy font.

It can be said that he is the real master of calligraphy who established a school...

terrible!

When Xue Zhenguo thought of this, he felt a terrible feeling in his heart.

Wang Qian, too young...

……

on Weibo.

It is also very hot at the moment.

Below Wang Qian's Weibo, it was very lively.

"My mother asked me why I was watching TV on my knees! I said, I was watching a fairy."

"Professor Wang teaches you how to write ancient Chinese words online!"

"Professor Wang's class has started, is it abolished?"

"Have you noticed that the Tianjingsha written by Professor Wang seems to look better than before?"

"Is this talent? I can't afford it, I can't afford it!"

"To be honest, Professor Wang reminds all other geniuses all the time that you are all trash."

"I searched, but there is no such poem. Did Professor Wang compose it on the spot?"

"I just want to ask, how can I get this painting of Tianjing Shaqiusi written by Professor Wang? Who can get it, I beg, the price is not a problem."

"The opening king explodes!"

……

The show scene.

All the people present at the moment, whether it is the audience, or the four mentors on the stage, and the host.