It took eight years to debut

Beads of sweat appeared on Wang Qian's forehead.

Qin Xuerong looked distressed. Seeing that Wang Qian put down the brush, he quickly picked up the towel prepared in advance and gently wiped the sweat from Wang Qian's forehead. His eyes were full of worry and distress, and he really wanted to tell Wang Qian to rest and not write. up.

However, she knew it wasn't over yet.

If only Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui were the audience, Qin Xuerong could let Wang Qian rest immediately after writing the first song just now, and then write in an hour or two, or in a few days.

However, now that Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, two big men from the capital's cultural circle, were present, Qin Xuerong didn't dare to make a decision on his own.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from the shock.

However, Li Xiyan seemed even more excited, and his right hand trembled a little.

Because, when he watched Wang Qian write, he seemed to have comprehended something in the realm of master-level calligraphy.

If, this time, he can digest and understand it when he goes back, and integrate it into his own calligraphy.

Can't say.

He was able to become a master calligrapher in his later years, fulfilling one of his dreams.

He is a master pianist and an orchestra conductor.

If you become a master calligrapher again.

Li Xiyan felt that he had no regrets in his life.

Even if, he died immediately.

He felt that he was also leaving with a smile on his face.

Li Xiyan just wanted to applaud lightly.

Tao Zhishan just wanted to praise Wang Qian's calligraphy.

But I saw that Wang Qian had finished writing the second divination poem, Yongmei, and was still standing there without moving.

Qin Xuerong picked up the white paper on which the calligraphy had been written, put it on the other side to dry, and spread another layer of white paper.

Everyone is full of doubts!

and also?

Isn't it said that there are only two works?

Qin Xuerong glanced at several people, saw everyone's doubts, and explained in a low voice: "These two poems about plums were written by Wang Qian to Xiao Dongmei at the time, and he sent them after seeing Xiao Dongmei's feelings. There is another song..."

Everyone was stunned.

The three women, Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui even felt a little bit of envy and jealousy towards Xiao Dongmei.

These two works of chanting plums in ancient poetry are obviously excellent works, almost no worse than the works of chanting plums written by other ancients they know.

In the future, maybe it will be passed down.

Then, the origin of these two works will also become a good story.

Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations for this reason.

In history, many people have become celebrities through the ages because they were written by the works of great writers, and they are even more famous than some big figures who have influenced the direction of history.

This is the opportunity everyone dreams of.

For ordinary people, the opportunity to be famous in history is absolutely once in a lifetime.

Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a hint of envy because of this, but then disappeared, they are already past that age.

Moreover, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing state at this moment, took a short rest for about 1 minute, and picked up the brush again.

Dip in ink!

Swipe a penny.

Smoother and faster than the previous two.

However, the thin gold font written has more elegant spirit and charm.

Those calligraphic fonts are almost integrated with Wang Qian at the moment, and the fonts are almost exactly the same as Wang Qian.

This is the real top level of the legendary master calligrapher.

People are as good as their words!

Words are like people!

Many people say that seeing words is like seeing people.

However, in fact, this is a realm that only top calligraphers can achieve, integrating their own spirit and life philosophy into fonts.

How difficult is this?

Ordinary people practice calligraphy according to copybooks, how can it be possible to achieve the state of writing like a person?

It’s just that most people judge a person’s preferences and personality based on the neatness of the font. They think that people who write well have good character, and those who don’t write well have bad character. This is a very arbitrary and rough idea, and it is not The real words are like people.

If you want to practice neat fonts, you only need to spend some time. People with a little patience can basically do it, but such characters cannot represent the spirit contained in the person.

Now Wang Qian has really achieved that his words are like his own words, and his words are like his words.

People, unrestrained and elegant.

Words are equally chic and elegant.

Detachment.

Thin and beautiful.

Beautiful but hidden.

The more beautiful it looks.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately lowered, for fear of disturbing Wang Qian, or the calligraphy characters that seemed to be coming to life.

Both pairs of eyes widened to look at the thin golden font that came out from under the brush.

Qingping tone.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

One stroke at a time, random and natural, just like the water left on the mountain, the traces of its flow are natural, without any deliberate traces, it is natural, it is the choice of nature.

Wang Qian's font is also in this way at the moment, every stroke seems to be a natural result, without many traces of man-made.

Finished.

Wang Qian put down the brush, and his whole body was a little unsteady.

As if the body was hollowed out.

Qin Xuerong was not as devoted as the others, and paid more attention to Wang Qian.

So, when Wang Qian put down the brush, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wang Qian's arm with a concerned face.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue also woke up immediately, and they helped Wang Qian up together, and the three of them helped Wang Qian sit down on the sofa two in front and one behind.

Qin Xuerong wiped Wang Qian's sweat again with a towel.

Jiang Yu held the water glass and handed the water glass to Wang Qian's mouth in person, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, and he moved very carefully, afraid of hurting Wang Qian.

Murong Yue's face was also a little distressed, she gently rubbed Wang Qian's writing arm with both hands, and muttered in a low voice: "If you are tired, don't try to be brave and continue writing, let's write next time."

The three of them seemed to have become Wang Qian's girlfriend at this moment.

This made Wang Qian a little stunned.

What are these three doing?

Wang Qian instinctively took a sip of the water Jiang Yu handed over, and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu woke up immediately, blushed and got up and left with a water glass.

Murong Yue stopped rubbing Wang Qian's arm, coughed lightly, got up and went to the table, and admired Wang Qian's three calligraphy together with Li Xiyan.

Qin Xuerong glared at the two hairs, then rubbed Wang Qian's hair vigorously, pulled his ear lightly, poured a glass of water for Wang Qian again, stuffed it into Wang Qian's hand, and let him drink by himself .

At this time.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around, looked away from the calligraphy, and looked at Wang Qian.

Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up and said with admiration: "I heard that someone evaluated Professor Wang as the No. 1 contemporary young calligrapher. It’s a snort. When I saw it today, I realized that my knowledge was narrow.”

"Professor Wang's self-created thin gold calligraphy opened my eyes. No wonder it can attract millions of people to loot it. Every character is a rare masterpiece. People are like their characters, and their characters are like their own. The natural charm in it, Let me yearn for it."

"superb."

Although Tao Zhishan has not practiced calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, he still practiced calligraphy occasionally in his spare time to cultivate his sentiments, so his calligraphy level is not bad, but his level of knowledge is extremely high. There are many modern calligraphy masters in his family There are also one or two calligraphy works of antique level.

Therefore, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has certain authority.

Li Xiyan bowed directly to Wang Qian.

Everyone present was shocked.

Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurried forward and reached out to support Li Xiyan. They couldn't bear the great gift, and they were afraid that Li Xiyan's body would not be able to hold on. An accident here would be a great sin.

"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can't take it, I can't take it! Get up, get up..."

Wang Qian said hastily.

Tao Zhishan, He Chaohui and the others also looked at Li Xiyan in shock and doubt, and then quickly came up to help Li Xiyan together.

After all, Li Xiyan came with them, and if something bad happened here, they would be ashamed to see the people in the circle when they went back, and it would be difficult to explain to their family members.

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian solemnly, stood up, and said solemnly: "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters swaying their brushes on the spot in my life, but you are the only one who made me truly feel what artistic conception is. I have benefited a lot, and when I go back this time, maybe after a while, Huaxia will have another calligraphy master."

"And this is all thanks to the professor today. I, Li Xiyan, even if I enter the coffin in the future, I can leave with a smile on my face. Thank you very much..."

Finally, Li Xiyan sincerely said thank you to Wang Qian, with excitement in his tone.

Only then did everyone understand why Li Xiyan's emotions suddenly became so agitated.

original……

It was under the influence of Wang Qian's calligraphy artistic conception that Li Xiyan comprehended the realm of a calligraphy master.

It broke through the barrier that had hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years!

Any calligrapher who really loves calligraphy will be excited, and he will definitely be grateful to Wang Qian.

In ancient times, this was the grace of teaching.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Li Xiyan felt this way right now.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui didn't expect that bringing Li Xiyan here this time would yield such a reward, and they couldn't help showing a little smile.

But Wang Qian hurriedly said: "Professor Li, don't say that. If you can comprehend a deeper realm of calligraphy, it must be because you have accumulated enough, and I can help you very little. Don't do this, I will bear it." Sorry."

Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian's hand: "You are too modest, Professor Wang. Modesty is a rare quality, but sometimes it is also a kind of shackle."

Wang Qian smiled without saying a word.

Several people sat down again and exchanged greetings.

Then, I noticed the content of Wang Qian's three works.

Li Xiyan said: "Professor Wang's two poems about plum blossoms are rare masterpieces. I have met Xiao Dongmei, and these two works really fit her well. This girl Xiao Dongmei must wish to treasure these two works. This The first is Qingping, the writing is beautiful, and that woman must be a fairy-like character, right?"

Qin Xuerong said softly: "Her name is Yu Jingruo, and she also graduated from Beijing Film Academy. She and Wang Qian are old classmates. She really looks like a fairy."

Li Xiyan's eyes lit up: "Oh? It's Jing Ruo? That's true, and this poem fits her very well. This child has a cold temper since she was a child, and I didn't expect to learn acting when she grew up. When I saw her, she did look like a fairy descending from a distance, but unfortunately she is too old to have a family yet."

Wang Qian was slightly surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"

Li Xiyan nodded: "I've met her a few times. Her grandfather and I are best friends."

Wang Qian didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't want to ask more about Yu Jingruo's family.

Li Xiyan also stopped talking and didn't say much.

Several people admired the three calligraphy works by Wang Qian again.

One is more charming than the other.