It took eight years to debut

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian, and asked with a slightly serious tone: "Are you sure you refuse now? In the future, there may be no such opportunity. I don't know how many years I can live. After I leave, those few people don't pay as much attention to me. Young people. The young people in the regiment are all invited by me. You don’t need to worry about being squeezed out because of your youth. I’m still alive, so there won’t be any.”

He Chaohui chimed in and said, "Professor Wang, you can agree first not to participate in the performance, slowly accumulate qualifications and strength, and then participate in the performance later."

Wang Qian shook his head hastily: "Forget it. I really appreciate Professor Li's invitation. I'm not afraid of being suppressed and squeezed out, I'm afraid of screwing up. I can make small troubles here, but in the National Orchestra , I dare not. Professor Li, thank you for your attention, I am afraid that I will betray your trust."

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian and said with a little disappointment: "Well, although I admire you and hope you can join, I will not force you. Seeing that you are so unconfident, maybe you really need more experience and accumulation. .Confidence is the mental outlook that every performer in the orchestra must have."

Wang Qian nodded: "Yes, yes, thank you Professor Li for teaching me, I will train myself in the future."

Li Xiyan still said: "Okay, if one day you figure it out and feel confident, you can contact me."

Wang Qian replied gratefully: "Thank you, Professor Li, thank you."

Li Xiyan just nodded slightly, and then stopped talking.

Three people, three things.

It's all said and done.

Wang Qian said immediately: "I will invite the three of you to dinner tonight, as a landlord."

Both He Chaohui and Tao Zhishan looked at Li Xiyan.

Li Xiyan shook his head: "Forget it, don't bother you, I'm going to visit Moyin, meet old friends, and have dinner over there."

He Chaohui also took advantage of the situation and said, "Professor Wang, don't bother you, next time you come to the capital, I'll treat you to dinner."

Tao Zhishan also smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, next time Professor Wang comes to the capital, we will treat you. Today, we will say goodbye first."

Wang Qian: "Sit down and rest for a while."

He Chaohui: "No, we still have some things to do when we go to Moyin. We came to see you first, and now that we're done talking, Moyin is still waiting for us."

He Chaohui's subconscious meaning is: You are more important than the magic sound!

Wang Qian smiled: "Okay then, Professor Li, Principal Tao, Director He, take your time..."

Jiang Yu suddenly said: "Professor Li, Principal Tao, Director He, and Professor Wang are going to write some calligraphy. It is a new work he wrote in Moyin today. It has not been published to the public. Don't you stay and take a look?" ? I remember that Professor Li's calligraphy is also very good."

Jiang Yu knew Li Xiyan since he was a child, and knew that besides music, Li Xiyan's only hobby was calligraphy, so he reminded him that he wanted Li Xiyan to stay and watch Wang Qian's calligraphy.

She didn't know if it was for Li Xiyan or for Wang Qian...

Wang Qian was taken aback for a moment.

Li Xiyan, who was about to leave, was also taken aback for a moment, and then sat back again.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui were already going to support Li Xiyan, and they sat down again at this time.

The three looked at Wang Qian together again.

Chapter 181 The Second Slim Gold Calligraphy Master?I want you right now!

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian expectantly and said, "Oh? Professor Wang is about to splash ink? Some time ago, I heard rumors in the circle that there is now a great newcomer in the Huaxia calligraphy circle. He has created his own calligraphy at a young age. A calligraphy font, beautiful and freehand, has condensed the charm of a master."

"It was only later that I found out that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I studied Professor Wang's thin gold font, which is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have also practiced it for a while recently, but unfortunately I am too old to do what I want. .”

"It's a great blessing to see Professor Wang in person today."

Tao Zhishan smiled and said, "Professor Li is also the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association."

Okay.

The deputy head of the National Orchestra, and the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association, what else?

To be able to vote in the ministry, it is estimated that there is some identity within the system...

Wang Qian didn't dare to ask anyway.

Otherwise, he would know too much.

Li Xiyan smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's just idle work. I haven't been to the association for several years to participate in activities. I heard that the calligraphy association is very active recently, and everyone is discussing your thin gold calligraphy fonts. Opinions are very different. Wang The appearance of you, Professor, has made the literary world, which was originally a stagnant pool, become active."

Li Xiyan is a figure of the Taishan Beidou level in the cultural circle of the capital, so he is also qualified to say this.

Several ancient poems and works of Wang Qian, as well as several modern poems, as well as thin gold calligraphy works, have made the literary world that has been silent for more than ten or twenty years become very active, and almost everyone is discussing about him. Things, more than debate.

Wang Qian had already reacted, and glared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, who stood there obediently without speaking.

"Oh? Professor Li won the award. I saw some comments that my calligraphy is very controversial. There are not many people who support me, but the number of people who belittle me is unclear."

Wang Qian said very modestly: "I am still young, and I am still far from the master."

Li Xiyan: "Time will eventually prove something. Today I will personally see Professor Wang's thin gold calligraphy. I am back in the capital, so I can talk to my friends in the Calligraphy Association."

Wang Qian stood up and smiled, "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu, and Murong Yue quickly cleared the dining table, covered it with a layer of solid wood, and took out Wang Qian's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them one by one.

Qin Xuerong must have personally done the job of grinding the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared Wang Qian's pen and paper.

Everything is ready.

Wang Qian smiled and nodded to Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui before walking over.

Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui got up and followed, standing in front of the table without saying a word, just watching seriously.

He Chaohui is the most casual, because she has no interest in calligraphy, and she doesn't know much about calligraphy. She is just a little curious and expects whether Wang Qian's calligraphy performance will be recognized by Li Xiyan.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both upper-level figures in the cultural circle of the capital, and Li Xiyan is an old-timer in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly affect some of the Beijing cultural circle's views on Wang Qian.

That's why Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter, wanting Wang Qian to write calligraphy works in public.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan looked at it most seriously.

Slim gold calligraphy has become the most popular on the Internet in the past two days, and they have all paid attention to it.

Because Wang Qian's activity of donating calligraphy on Weibo has attracted a lot of attention. Even people who don't usually surf the Internet can hear it from people around them.

Moreover, Wang Qian's calligraphy also caused bidding competition among fans, and it was reported that it was sold at a super sky-high price of more than 200 million.

This is simply an extremely high price that cannot be found among contemporary calligraphy masters who are still alive.

Therefore, both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan wanted to see it closely.

What is Wang Qian's calligraphy level?

What is the beauty of thin gold calligraphy fonts?

I see.

Wang Qian picked up the brush and didn't write directly, but stood in front of the table, constantly brewing in his heart the inner artistic conception of the two divination poems, Yongmei, and the charm of each thin gold font.

Calligraphy fonts must be full of energy and energy, and calligraphers must concentrate their energy and energy on it.

Like the so-called masters who show off their ugliness, they don't have any calligraphy spirit.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Wang Qian's spirit gradually became unrestrained and elegant, as if he was an expert outside the world, and there was a cold aloofness on his body.

It seems to be an expert outside the world, and it seems to be a winter plum blooming in the ice and snow in winter...

Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy, especially Li Xiyan has been practicing calligraphy for 40 to [-] years. He has already set foot on the threshold of a master, but he has not been able to step into this door.

Therefore, both of them were slightly shocked at the moment.

Because this is exactly the realm that both of them are pursuing.

This is the realm of master-level calligraphy.

Li Xiyan has been thinking about it for more than ten years, but he has not been able to really step into this realm.

Tao Zhishan is farther away. Although it is impossible to reach it in this life, he still yearns for it.

just now……

A young man in his 30s has an extremely strong spirit, which is integrated into calligraphy.

Li Xiyan's eyes that were originally cloudy due to old age also showed a frightening light at this moment, staring at Wang Qian with piercing eyes, paying attention to Wang Qian's every move and every change in his expression.

At this moment, he regards Wang Qian as a teacher, and he is studying the teacher's precepts and deeds attentively.

The brush in Wang Qian's hand was lightly dipped in the ink on the inkstone, and his movements were natural and freehand, as if holding a handful of floating dust to brush away the troubles of this world, and each stroke moved as he wanted.

Then, Wang Qian's expression was focused, and his whole body was integrated with the brush.

When the brush falls on the white paper.

It seems that it is not the brush that is moving.

Instead, Wang Qian's whole body was moving.

Bu Suanzi, Yongmei.

now.

Everyone has not paid attention to what Wang Qian wrote.

Even Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, who had been curious to know the content just now, were attracted and even fascinated by Wang Qian's aura at this moment. Each of the written words seems to contain extremely beautiful things.

The bridge outside the station is broken, and loneliness opens without a master.

It was already alone at dusk, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Unwilling to struggle hard for spring, Renqun Fang was jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Wang Qian wrote the first piece of "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" in one go.

Every word is poured out by him with his own spirit.

Therefore, every word is so chic as the wind, thin and beautiful, each and every one of them is as lonely and cold as a master of Taoism.

Finished.

Wang Qian took a break.

Put the brush on the inkstone, and move the joint muscles all over the body.

Although, just standing there bending over to write.

However, Wang Qian felt as exhausted as if he had been moving bricks all night.

And the room was still extremely quiet.

No one speaks.

Li Xiyan was on crutches, and his whole body seemed very excited, his eyes were still staring at the thin gold script written by Wang Qian without blinking.

The same is true for Tao Zhishan, with a little shock in his eyes.

They have all seen Lu Chunhu and Tang Hepeng's extreme admiration for Wang Qian before, and they rated Wang Qian as No. 1 in modern calligraphy.

Although they didn't stand up to criticize Lu Chunhu and others like some people did, they didn't take it seriously in their hearts and felt that they were exaggerating.

But now, after watching Wang Qian write a piece of calligraphy with his own eyes.

Only then did they realize that perhaps, what Lu Chunhu and the others were saying was from their hearts.

Wang Qian rested for more than ten seconds, adjusted his state, picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and quickly entered the state.

Continue to write the second song.

Bu Suanzi, Yongmei.

Wind and rain send spring back, and Feixue welcomes spring.

It is a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Qiao does not fight for spring, but only reports spring.

When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the bushes.

It's still done in one go.

Wang Qian has completely mastered the strength of master-level calligraphy.

Therefore, writing becomes more and more proficient and easy.

However, there is still a lot of consumption.

Finished.