It took eight years to debut

Lin Xizhan's eyes shone with a halo.

Obviously, he also had doubts about Wang Qian in his heart.

After all, Wang Qian is too young and too evil!

He still has doubts without seeing it with his own eyes.

After a pause, he said to the young woman standing beside him, "Zixin, when the time comes, bring your work and talk to him."

Xue Zhenguo looked at Yan Zixin who was standing beside Lin Xizhan, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he was not amazed by Yan Zixin's appearance, but by Yan Zixin's talent.

He has only been in contact with him for a short time, but he has also seen two works by Yan Zixin, as well as his speech. He is not inferior to him in terms of knowledge, and his talent in poetry shocked him even more. The above is a masterpiece in the field of poetry, even if it is not as good as Wang Qian's published masterpieces, but it is second only to a good work.

This is already an extremely rare genius of ancient poetry in contemporary society.

Xue Zhenguo thought for a while, and said, "I'll go to Yangyin in person later, and hand over a greeting card to Professor Wang!"

Lin Xizhan nodded: "Just write my name."

Xue Zhenguo froze for a moment, then solemnly agreed: "Okay!"

Write Lin Xizhan's name, that is to visit Wang Qian in the name of Lin Xizhan.

This is the greatest face for Wang Qian.

With Lin Xizhan's status as a master in the field of southern Chinese studies, few people in the entire Huaxia, and even the entire field of Asian literature, are qualified to be visited by him.

Under normal circumstances, if Lin Xizhan wants to see someone, ask Zhao Shuren to inform him, and the other party will come over quickly to see him!

There is no need for Lin Xizhan to write a greeting card in person, and then come to the door in person.

This is almost putting himself in a position lower than Wang Qian's.

However, several people present did not object to this.

Because, whether it was Zhao Shuren, Yan Zixin, or Xueman, they all knew that it wasn't Lin Xizhan who really recognized Wang Qian, and recognized Wang Qian's strength, talent and status.

This is just Lin Xizhan's recognition of the works released by Wang Qian and his status as the only contemporary calligraphy master!

Regardless of whether Wang Qian's strength and talent are real or not.

but……

Lin Xizhan's status as a calligrapher in thin gold style is worthy of Lin Xizhan's low status to visit.

Regardless of whether the works published by Wang Qian are his own works or not.

However, those works are handed down to the family, and will inevitably be handed down through the ages in the future.

Such a family handed down from generation to generation is also worthy of Lin Xizhan's lowered status to visit.

Yan Zixin looked at Wang Qian who was still calm in the face of the crowds on the TV screen, and muttered words in his mouth. Listening carefully, he could hear the words of Zui Huayin.

……

Similarly, in another quaint villa in the capital.

Li Xiyan was also sitting on a pear wood chair watching the TV screen.

Beside him, Wen Cangjian also stared at Wang Qian with scrutiny, and said softly: "Brother, this kid has a calm temperament. It seems that he can see through the world with his eyes... I believe it."

Li Xiyan nodded: "I met him once in Shanghai, when I was asking for calligraphy lessons. Professor Wang didn't look like a 30-year-old at all. He seemed to be in his seventies and eighties. After seeing everything through time, some things seemed indifferent to him. .Whether it is handed down poems or calligraphy, they are all at your fingertips, as if he has been practicing for a lifetime."

Wen Cangjian's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Li Xiyan continued: "He is half of my teacher. When I come to the capital, I have to pay a visit. Tomorrow, I will personally visit Professor Wang. Will you go?"

Wen Cangjian was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was something Li Xiyan had to do.

Li Xiyan can now be regarded as the second calligrapher in the field of Chinese calligraphy, second only to Wang Qian in thin gold calligraphy, and he can be regarded as the calligrapher who directly learned from Wang Qian's lineage.

When Wang Qian came to the capital, as a landlord, Li Xiyan had to pay a visit to show respect, and then fulfill his duty of friendship as a landlord.

Wen Cangjian thought for a while and said, "Then I'll go with you too, first meet this legendary talent and exchange some ideas."

Li Xiyan: "Then I'll go to Yangyin to hand in the greeting card later, and I will officially visit tomorrow. I also need to prepare some gifts. It can't be tacky or shabby."

Literati affairs are troublesome!

As Li Xiyan said, he got up and quickly prepared.

It's getting late.

……

The speed of Wang Qian's car was slow, but it never stopped. When he arrived at Yangyin, it was already very late.

The school also prepared dinner in advance, and several leaders ate a meal with Wang Qian, and then left after completing the task, and asked He Chaohui and Jiang Yu, mother and daughter, to receive Wang Qian.

"I'm so tired!"

Jiang Yu complained helplessly: "I'm more tired than performing on stage in Los Angeles!"

Wang Qian said with a smile: "So, those artists are super geeks, otherwise they don't have the time and energy to create and study art."

He Chaohui led the way and walked to a single-family villa in front. The phone rang, and after answering the phone, he turned around and said to Wang Qian with a strange expression: "Professor Wang, someone is here to visit you..."

Wang Qian shrugged his shoulders, expressing helplessness, with an expression on his face that I knew it was.

He didn't even sit down when he entered the room.

Here it comes.

Chapter 579 The gap is huge, trembling with anger.

The gate of Yangyin campus.

At this time, it is also the focus of world attention.

Even though it was late, because Wang Qian had just arrived, there were still a large number of Huaxia and media self-media from all over the world gathered at the door, and many fans gathered at the door, holding up all kinds of support brand.

This China's No. [-] Academy of Music and Art finally made its positive appearance in front of everyone in the world.

Before, although Yangyin was ranked among the top [-] music art schools in the world, it barely entered the threshold of the world's famous music schools.

However, many people in the field of music and art in Europe and the United States have always been indifferent to Yang Yin, and there are even a lot of cynicism.

This time, the media from all over the world, as well as artists in the field of music and art, reported and described Yang Yin in positive terms.

After all, they all rushed to Yangyin to attend lectures this time. If they continue to belittle Yangyin, it is tantamount to belittle themselves.

Since it is useless, why do you come to attend lectures?

and so!

At this time, when they were interviewed by various media, they tried their best to help Wang Qian and Yang Yin say something nice, but they didn't praise them too much.

A middle-aged man in a suit came out. He came over two days ago and temporarily lived in Yangyin. When he came to the school gate, he was blocked by many Chinese media at the gate: "Sir, may I ask you?" Are you a musician who came to the class? Where are you from?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I'm from North America, Manhattan Conservatory of Music, and this time I received an invitation from Huaxia Yangyin to listen to Professor Wang Qian's class."

Huaxia Media quickly asked again: "Sir, have you listened to Professor Wang's class in New York? What do you think of Professor Wang's class?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said cautiously: "In fact, I have not only listened to Professor Wang's lectures at Juilliard School in New York, I have also listened to his lectures at Curtis Institute. I will not miss the lectures of Yin Yin. I may not be qualified to comment on him. I can only say that my feeling is unparalleled."

"His class gave me the feeling that I was a beginner in music, and he was already the one standing at the end. Every word he said seemed to be expounding the truth of music."

Obviously, this middle-aged man has been completely conquered by Wang Qian, so he is extremely respected.

Several Chinese media were very satisfied with this answer. As Chinese media, they naturally hope to hear foreigners praise Wang Qian and Yang Yin. Only by reporting in this way can they attract the attention and happiness of many people, thereby attracting traffic.

If someone deliberately abuses them, there is a high probability that such an interview will not be released. Even if it is released, it will be restricted by the platform and will not spread in a large area.

Jia Fuqing led Zhang Yue, and the two stood aside, quietly waiting for the reply from Yangyin, listening to the many interviews next to them.

Jia Fuqing naturally does not understand English, but Zhang Yue does. In his early years, he was a translator of famous foreign works, so he is very proficient in English. He can clearly hear several music artists from Europe and the United States being interviewed next to him. all conversations.

Hearing these conversations, they were basically all on Wang Qian's side, and occasionally some praised Yang Yin, and Zhang Yue's face also flashed a trace of pride, he is a Chinese after all.

Jia Fuqing asked in a low voice, "What are they talking about?"

Zhang Yue gave a brief description and concluded: "The foreigners who come here are basically the fans and supporters of Professor Wang Qian abroad. No one speaks ill of him. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a Huaxia literary Workers can achieve so much abroad.”

A trace of pride and complicated emotions also flashed across Jia Fuqing's face, and he said softly: "There are talented people from generation to generation. When we see him later, let's lower our posture, after all, we are here. With this book, he can become a god in the field of literature."

"At that time, I will speak up in person to see if I can try to invite him to give a lecture at Northwestern University."

"He went to Zhejiang University, he went to Shuangxing University, he will go to Shuimu University and Beijing University this time! We, Northwest University, can't lag behind. Otherwise, after he has turned other schools around, he will pull us down alone. Northwestern University, what do people think of our school after that?"

Although Jia Fuqing has long ceased to hold a post at Northwestern University, he knows that his foundation is still in Northwestern University, so he is more concerned about it.

Moreover, when he came, the president of Northwestern University personally visited him, hoping that he would invite Wang Qian to give lectures at Northwestern University when he went to the capital this time.

Because the invitation sent by the president of Northwest University to Wang Qian in the official name did not receive any reply.

He can only hope that with Jia Fuqing's face, he can successfully invite Wang Qian.

Otherwise, the reputation of Northwestern University in the field of literature may decline a little in the future.

Now in the academic circle, some good people have already listed the schools where Wang Qian lectured, and ranked them in order...

Although everyone knows that this ranking order is completely nonsense, but after a long time, some people believe it.

Especially many fans of Wang Qian's fans, as well as literary supporters, will gradually believe in this order, and over time, it may become the order of nouns recognized by everyone.

This is Wang Qian's current influence in the field of literature and academia.

Zhang Yue said seriously: "Later, I will discuss calligraphy with Wang Qian first. If I can get one of his calligraphy works, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Jia Fuqing thought for a while, then nodded to express his approval.

No matter how much they look down on Wang Qian because of the deep-rooted thinking of seniority in their hearts, they have to admit that Wang Qian's achievements in calligraphy and literature are indeed unparalleled in contemporary times.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past few hundred years, few people have compared it.

The authentic handwriting of a calligraphy master is definitely worth collecting and passing on to the next generation as a family heirloom.

The two are chatting.

Walking out of the school gate, a young, beautiful and slightly restrained woman in the school uniform of Yangyin came out, exuding an artistic atmosphere all over her body.

The two eyes lit up.

They know, come.

It was Jiang Yu who came.

They had seen Wang Qian's performance, and naturally recognized Jiang Yu at a glance.

It's just that the current Jiang Yu is completely different from the rock girl on the stage. There is an atmosphere of an artistic family all over her body. She walks gracefully and calmly in front of the two, bows slightly and salutes, and said in a slightly distant tone: "Is it senior Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue?"

Jia Fuqing didn't speak, and still had the old attitude of a senior at this moment, looking at the school gate, seeing that Wang Qian did not come, but just asked Jiang Yu to pick them up, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Although his seniority and achievements are not one of the highest in the Chinese literary circle, he is one of the oldest in the Northwest literary circle.

Even though Wang Qian is famous all over the world and has made some achievements, he is still an underachiever. Shouldn't he come to greet him in person?

Knowing that the teacher might be upset, Zhang Yue stepped forward to block the teacher behind him, and said to Jiang Yu, "Yes, this is my teacher Jia Fuqing, and I am Zhang Yue. Miss Jiang, please come and pick us up. Professor Wang is resting." ?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "Professor Wang just entered the room and sat down. He heard that someone was visiting, so he asked me to come and have a look."

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, I'm sorry for disturbing Professor Wang's rest."

Jiang Yu said calmly, "No trouble."

After speaking, Jiang Yu still stood there.

Jia Fuqing's expression was even more displeased.

Zhang Yue asked softly: "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"

Jiang Yu nodded, and looked at a car approaching not far away: "Well, you two are not the only ones who want to see Professor Wang!"

Zhang Yue looked at the teacher Jia Fuqing. Jia Fuqing frowned slightly, but still didn't speak, standing quietly aside, the two of them thought about who else would visit Wang Qian.

When they thought about it, the one who could come to visit Wang Qian so quickly at this time must not be a local master of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle.

It can only be someone from other places, such as Jia Fuqing.

The cultural circle in the Beijing circle, the first good place, has been passed down for hundreds of years. Many masters of Chinese studies here have family background, so they always think that they are superior, and they dismiss the masters of Chinese studies in other regions.

No matter how much Wang Qian has achieved in the world now, no matter how excellent Wang Qian's previously published works are, and no matter how Wang Qian has been the only calligraphy master in the past few hundred years.

They only see a little.