It took eight years to debut

"As for all your poems and works, my favorite is the poem you wrote before leaving the country in Modulin!"

"Killing a person in ten steps, not staying behind for a thousand miles, sounds like a blood boil."

Lao Xie was like seeing a fan of an idol. Facing Wang Qian, he excitedly expressed his likes and opinions on Wang Qian's works...

Wang Qian nodded: "Thank you."

Lao Xie stopped talking nonsense, and gently opened his box, which contained pens, inks, papers and inkstones that he had prepared in advance, each of which was carefully prepared by him, better than the ones he often used.

Lao Xie skillfully and gently placed everything neatly on the desk, studied ink for Wang Qian himself, and said softly: "Professor Wang, I only hope to collect a piece of the knight's work written by you yourself."

He really likes the poem "Xia Ke Xing".

He also privately sent people to try to acquire the original version of the Knights in the hands of Liu Shengnan.

It's a pity that it also failed. Even if he asked for tens of millions of dollars, he was rejected.

He knew that the other party must be determined to collect it himself, and it would be useless to give more money.

So, he gave up.

This time, he hoped to ask for a knight-errant written by Wang Qian himself.

In this way, even if he died suddenly suddenly, he would die without regret.

Although this is not the first chivalrous work written by Wang Qian, its representative meaning is much lighter, and its value has naturally dropped significantly.

However, he doesn't care about these, he just simply likes Wang Qian's calligraphy and this work.

Everyone at the scene stretched their heads and looked at the picture on the podium.

The program team thoughtfully projected the picture on the table onto the wall behind so that everyone could see it clearly.

And Wang Qian saw Liu Shengnan and the others who were looking at him from behind, smiled slightly at them, and then said softly: "Mr. Xie, I'm sorry. There is only one pair of knights. I won't write another one."

Lao Xie, who was grinding ink, was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little disappointed. He was about to say that other works released by Wang Qian could also be written...

Wang Qian spoke again.

Chapter 554 Yangyang Huaxia will definitely return to the top of the world!No. 1 through the ages?

Liu Shengnan, who was sitting in the crowd at the back, heard Wang Qian's words, tears could not help but flow down his cheeks!

There is only one pair of knights!

There will be no second picture.

And the only authentic work by Wang Qian is in the hands of Liu Shengnan.

Liu Shengnan instantly felt that he might also be unique in Wang Qian's heart. His eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Wang Qian's shadow on the podium dimly.

Ru Ke, Chen Xiaowen, and Li Qingyao next to her were the most envious, and Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei, who also had works specially written by Wang Qian, were also a little envious.

Because the works written by Wang Qian for Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei are not very representative works. Compared with the poem written on behalf of the expedition to North America, the meaning is much lighter.

"Shengnan, I want to copy a painting of knights when I go back, how about it?"

Ru Ke looked at Liu Shengnan and asked in a low voice.

Although she is a talented girl of rock and roll, Ru Ke was born in a cultural family in the Beijing area. She also has a lot of knowledge in Chinese studies, and she can barely get started in calligraphy. Naturally, she likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and even more like Wang Qian's incomparable chivalrous style.

Naturally, Ru Ke didn't dare to extravagantly hope to get the painting of knights from Liu Shengnan's hands, but only hoped that it would be enough for him to copy one and keep it in his own collection.

Liu Shengnan smiled hastily, wiped the tears from his eyes, nodded and said: "Of course. When you go back, you can come to Rongcheng to find me, anytime."

Ru Ke: "Then it's settled."

Liu Shengnan: "Good!"

Several people looked at Liu Shengnan, all a little ready to move.

Especially Xiao Dongmei, who majored in Chinese studies, although she has used Wang Qian's unique calligraphy to write a lot of chivalrous characters more than once in private, but she still hopes to copy the original handwriting a few times, which may make her calligraphy go further.

And Li Qingyao was willing to exchange all her property for Liu Shengnan's authentic chivalrous work.

However, Li Qingyao knew that Liu Shengnan would not be willing.

And Liu Shengnan's assets may still be higher than Li Qingyao's.

Xiao Dongmei said in a low voice: "Professor Wang may write a work that echoes the hero's journey, to bring this trip to North America to an end."

When they heard this, they all nodded in agreement!

They have no doubt whether Wang Qian can write such a work here today.

They believe in Wang Qian's talent, as long as Wang Qian wants to, then he can do it...

……

All eyes on the scene were fixed on Wang Qian.

Everyone in front of the TV also stared at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian stood in front of the table, looked at the neatly laid white paper, and continued: "Mr. Xie, have you ever been back to China?"

Lao Xie stood there very cautiously, and said respectfully to Wang Qian: "I returned to China for the first time 40 years ago, and I have returned to China several times in these years."

Wang Qian nodded: "Have you ever climbed a mountain?"

Lao Xie thought about it, thought for a while, and replied: "I have been, I have been to several famous mountains in Bashu. I have also been to Lushan Mountain and Huashan Mountain..."

It was extremely quiet offstage.

Those who understood or did not understand kept quiet.

Everyone knew that Wang Qian was probably engaged in literary creation at the moment, so they instinctively calmed down and did not disturb Wang Qian. This was the minimum respect for literary artists.

And all the Chinese listened most carefully with their ears pricked up, wanting to keep this conversation clearly in their hearts.

Especially Lao Xie's granddaughter and the others in Xie's family were the most attentive looking at Wang Qian and Lao Xie on the podium. They knew that Grandpa might be getting what he wanted.

On the podium, Wang Qian slowly brewed some emotions in his heart, and asked again: "Have you been to Mount Tai?"

Lao Xie immediately replied: "Of course I have been there. If you haven't been to Mount Tai, then it's useless."

Wang Qian smiled lightly and said, "A few years ago, I also went there once, and I still remember it fresh. Lao Xie, you have often returned to China these years, what do you think of me, Huaxia?"

A slight hesitation flashed in Lao Xie's eyes, because he knew where he was now. This place is New York, the largest city in North America, the world's financial center, and the core area where North America dominates the world financial street.

If he talks about Huaxia here, I'm afraid it will cause some people's dissatisfaction.

So, he thought for a while and said, "The development speed is very fast!"

Wang Qian chuckled, knowing Lao Xie's hesitation, and he also understood in his heart. After all, the foundation of the Xie family's development for hundreds of years has been deeply rooted in North America.

At the moment, Wang Qian said: "My first trip to North America is over. Today, I will use my memory of climbing Mount Tai to write a work! It can be considered as a gift to Huaxia..."

Lao Xie's heart was shocked, his eyes were like torches, and a strong aura exuded from his whole body, he looked closely at Wang Qian.

Everyone in the audience who understood was deeply shocked, looking forward to it.

Pairs of eyes stared at the picture projected on the wall by the program crew.

In the picture, Wang Qian picked up the brush with his right hand, his movements were slow and elegant, natural, with a natural taste, the brush dipped on the inkstone, and then gently waved on the paper to write.

One by one, elegant and natural, unrestrained and with firm fonts appear on the paper.

All the Chinese present were filled with admiration.

There are not many masters of this kind of calligraphy who are free and easy in contemporary times...

And there is only this one in front of me who has established a school of calligraphy.

They are not in a hurry to understand the meaning of each word, just looking at the chic and elegant font is a kind of enjoyment.

And even those European and American music artists who don't know Chinese characters, as well as celebrities and rich people, and upper-class people in many other fields, have not weak appreciation ability. Even if they don't know the meaning of each character, they can still learn from Wang Qian. I feel a unique artistic beauty in the temperament and movements of the body, as well as the temperament exuded from the fonts.

Just like ordinary Chinese people can't understand the beauty of top European and American calligraphy and painting works of art, but China's top Chinese painting masters, top music artists and social elites can more or less feel the beauty of those top oil painting works of art.

The people gathered here are obviously the top circles of European and American music and art, as well as the top circles of celebrities and rich people. It is impossible to have ordinary people.

Therefore, everyone present can see the beauty of the calligraphy and painting artist's temperament exuding from Wang Qian at this moment, and the artistic beauty of the thin gold calligraphy fonts written by each one.

After art reaches the highest level, it has commonality and can cross cultural barriers.

no doubt.

Wang Qian's calligraphy works at this moment have already stood at the top of calligraphy art.

Red and Aisha's faces were flushed with excitement, and their hands were trembling. They both knew that Wang Qian's work must be an absolutely representative work, and its future value is immeasurable...

What frustrates them the most is that it is basically impossible for them to get this work.

And all the viewers in front of the TV, the audience in Europe and the United States, most ordinary people don't quite understand the beauty of Wang Qian's calligraphy art, they only have a sense of ignorance, and most of this feeling of ignorance is incomprehensible. It was caused by the halo on Wang Qian's body.

"Although I don't know a word, it looks very beautiful and powerful. Is this Huaxia's calligraphy?"

"The Huaxia calligraphy written by Wang Qian must be extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Who can translate, what did he write?"

"I do not recognize……"

"Wait for the translation from the TV station!"

"Every word here is beautiful and beautiful."

"When he wrote Huaxia calligraphy, he was so handsome..."

……

And within the scope of the Huaxia cultural area, it is full of admiration.

"Professor Wang's summary of his trip to North America, so exciting."

"Every time I see Professor Wang writing calligraphy, I have an urge to kneel down. It's really handsome and beautiful."

"Every word is based on my aesthetics. I really hope that when I can get an authentic painting by Professor Wang, I will definitely collect it as a family heirloom."

"Is this old Mrs. Xie losing face? Professor Wang actually wrote a new work for him?"

"One thing to say, Professor Wang's work is really great."

"Professor Wang, come back quickly..."

……

Huaxia, Beijing.

Xueman stared at the TV screen and hurriedly shouted: "Dad, come here quickly."

Xue Zhenguo, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, walked over quickly: "What's wrong?"

Xueman didn't speak, and never took his eyes off the TV screen. When he saw his father coming, he just pointed to the TV screen and signaled his father to watch it by himself.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent, and stared closely at the TV screen. In the screen, Wang Qian was standing in front of the podium, waving his brush in a smart way, and the characters that fascinated him appeared on the white paper one by one.

And Xueman muttered to himself in a low voice: "Wang Yue?"

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young."

"Fortune Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang divide the dawn."

"Swinging the chest creates stratus clouds, and the sharp canthus enters the returning bird."

"I will face the abyss, and see all the small mountains..."

After Xueman read it softly, she couldn't help but sit up straighter, because a heroic and majestic aura involuntarily grew in her heart, and after reading it, her whole body seemed to be cleansed.

Xue Zhenguo, who was standing next to him, felt as if he had been hit hard after watching it. He stood there in a daze, just staring at the TV screen.

Xueman looked at his father, and explained softly: "This overseas Chinese Mr. Xie, you may know it. He asked Professor Wang to write him a knight's walk. However, Professor Wang refused, saying that there is only one knight's walk. Then I asked Mr. Xie if he had climbed a mountain when he returned to China..."

"Professor Wang said that he has been to Mount Tai, so he summed up his trip to North America with the feeling of climbing Mount Tai. At the same time, he said, this is also written for Huaxia..."

Xue Zhenguo blushed with excitement after hearing the cause and effect explained by his daughter, and growled in admiration: "Good! Good! Good!"

He said three good words in a row.

Xue Zhenguo said loudly: "What a good one will be Ling Jueding, and see all the small mountains! This implication, whether it is for him or for me, is absolutely appropriate..."

Wang Qian won the world championship in North America, conquered the world with music, created almost all pop music sales records, and also opened the way of a classical music master to prove his way and conquered the world's classical music field. Is it that you will be the top of the mountain and look at the small mountains?

And Yangyang Huaxia, embarking on the road to revival, has quickly caught up with North America, and when it surpasses North America one day, won't it also be the top of the mountain, looking at all the mountains and small ones?

The image of Wang Qian became taller again in Xue Zhenguo's heart.