It took eight years to debut

Just a pity!

Qianyu Zhenzhu looked at the transformation that Qin Xuerong and Jiang Yu took away, his eyes were full of longing and regret.

If you can get this painting and bring it back to the island country, it will probably shock the entire cultural circle of the island country, right?Can it also open their eyes?

Chapter 588 Going Further and Desperate!Too fake.

The communication between the two paintings made the party seem rather quiet.

Not as active as you might have imagined.

Lin Xizhan, Zhao Shuren, Xue Zhenguo, Jia Fuqing, and Zhang Yue, who originally wanted to ask Wang Qian for advice, all seemed very silent.

In front of Wang Qian's painting of looking at the Lushan Waterfall, they really couldn't do it anymore.

The first running script in the South?

Lin Xizhan didn't dare to bear such a name anymore.

Wang Qian was in Shanghai, and in the eyes of many masters in the Beijing circle, he was also from the southern cultural circle, and that line of running script had already surpassed Lin Xizhan, so Lin Xizhan didn't dare to mention his best calligraphy at this time.

Ancient poems?

Wang Qian’s previously released works have firmly established the No.1 status of contemporary ancient poetry, and no one can shake it. The ancient poem of the same name on the painting just now is enough to be passed down through the ages. Its description and momentum are unique. In front of such masterpieces of ancient poetry, they dare not show their ugliness anymore.

Works of fiction?

Then I dare not say it.

Wang Qian had just completed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms at this time, and his position in the field of novels was officially at the peak, leaving all contemporary novelists behind.

Zhang Yue is already one of the more successful contemporary writers, but at this moment he dare not mention a word about novels in front of Wang Qian.

and so.

After this party, Wang Qian became the absolute protagonist. Everyone dared not communicate with Wang Qian like Wen Cangjian, but instead asked for advice.

Calligraphy, Chinese painting, poetry, etc., are all areas they ask for advice.

Xue Man, Yan Zixin, and Qianyu Zhenzhu seized the opportunity to ask Wang Qian for advice, and Wang Qian knew all the answers, and tried to answer the questions of everyone present.

Even Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, and Wen Cangjian raised some advanced questions, and Wang Qian could give very satisfactory answers.

The atmosphere on the scene gradually became harmonious, and Wang Qian's status was further improved.

Even Lin Xizhan and Wen Cangjian gradually became respectful in front of Wang Qian, as if they were really students facing the teacher.

time flies.

It's almost time for lunch.

Everyone began to leave one after another, but none of them agreed to Wang Qian's lunch to persuade him to stay.

Lin Xizhan said solemnly to Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, when I saw him today, I knew that there are really gods and men in the world. If I can see such a man of God in my lifetime, I will die without regret. I just asked Professor Wang for advice. Even I have benefited a lot from Zi Zhuji, and I hope to have more opportunities to ask Professor Wang for advice in the future.”

Lin Xizhan still referred to Wang Qian as Professor Wang, as if he was Wang Qian's student.

Wang Qian hurriedly said: "Old Lin is serious..."

Lin Xizhan shook his head: "No, what I'm telling is the truth. I just hope that Professor Wang will stop hiding his clumsiness in the future, and he will bloom if he has strength and talent. In our era, people like Professor Wang are needed to bring young people more Cultural self-confidence, let everyone know more about the beauty of our Chinese culture.”

In the new era, Lin Xizhan, as an older generation who has existed since the Republic of China, knows deeply how far the domestic Chinese culture has withered at the moment, so he pins some hopes on Wang Qian, and now understands why the official Wang Qian's admiration is so strong.

He knew that the government also thought the same as him, hoping to use Wang Qian's influence and strength to inspire everyone's national culture and promote traditional Chinese culture, so as to resist the cultural invasion of the West.

At the same time, it also competes with other countries in the Chinese cultural circle in Asia.

Lin Xizhan looked at Wen Cangjian, the meaning was self-evident.

Wen Cangjian said with a wry smile: "With Professor Wang here, Chinese culture will surely shine again. I hope I can see this day in my lifetime. Some people in our country are overconfident and want to challenge Professor Wang. I think Professor Wang will let them They recognize the reality of..."

Wang Qian was noncommittal to Wen Cangjian's words. He didn't know much about the situation in the island country, and he didn't want to understand it. He just had to do his own thing well.

Those people in the island country are just clowns, you don't need to pay attention to it, they will naturally be crushed by their absolute strength, and they can't make any waves.

Xue Zhenguo reminded again: "Professor Wang, Peking University is ready... I was a little worried about your lecture at Peking University, but now I know that I was too worried. Professor Wang is a pedantic man. Man, I think I and everyone else underestimated you. Before long, no one in the country may have any doubts about you."

Xue Zhenguo, as a senior inheritor of traditional Chinese studies in the Beijing circle, naturally knows what kind of undercurrents are flowing in the Beijing circle, which are basically aimed at Wang Qian. He was really worried before. If he messes up at that time, he will take the blame and damage the reputation of Beijing University.

But now, he knows that just this one painting is enough to smash all obstacles and doubts.

Unstoppable.

Yan Zixin looked at Wang Qian: "I hope to have the opportunity to listen to Professor Wang's teachings in Hong Kong Island. The University of Hong Kong will always open the door to Professor Wang."

Although Yan Zixin is young, his status in the University of Hong Kong is not low, because he is Lin Xizhan's closed disciple, so he is naturally qualified to invite Wang Qian on behalf of the University of Hong Kong.

Wang Qian smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later, I really don't have time recently."

Yan Zixin nodded regretfully, and Lin Xizhan and Zhao Shuren also showed regretful expressions.

Neither Qianyu Zhenzhu nor Xue Man spoke. At this moment, they are not qualified to say too much, and they just looked at Wang Qian silently.

Jia Fuqing smiled and said, "Professor Wang, I hope to have a chance to visit Northwestern University next time."

Wang Qian smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Yue said boldly: "Professor Wang, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is over. Will you continue to write novels in the future? To be honest, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is enough to be listed as a masterpiece. If you stop writing novels in the future, you will It will be a loss to the field of Chinese novels and all readers."

Everyone looked at Wang Qian after hearing Zhang Yue's words.

Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan and everyone looked forward to it.

Indeed, they all like Wang Qian's Romance of the Three Kingdoms very much. Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan and others have read it many times. Naturally, they hope to have the opportunity to continue to read such excellent works in the future.

However, with their true knowledge in the field of Chinese studies, they don't want Wang Qian to spend too much time in the field of novels.

In the eyes of masters of Chinese studies, novels are the least popular field, while calligraphy, Chinese painting, poetry and articles are the real literature and Chinese studies.

No one among ancient writers wrote novels.

The few famous writers that have been circulated were all regarded as low-level street literati in ancient times, and what they wrote was also street literature for people to entertain after dinner.

Therefore, Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, Xue Zhenguo and other traditional literati all hope that Wang Qian will devote more time to the field of ancient poetry, calligraphy and painting in the future, and leave more ancient poems, calligraphy and traditional Chinese paintings that can be passed down through the ages. Only in this way can we set off the trend of Chinese studies in this era.

novel……

It is the next choice.

Only literati like Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue, who are biased towards modern times, do not have such deep prejudices.

Of course, Wang Qian himself does not have those prejudices, but he does not have time, and he does not want to write novels like the Three Kingdoms anymore. He just said: "Let's see the time in the future, maybe I will write something and publish it when I have free time. Occasionally, I do have some inspirations." , but they are not complete enough, so they are suppressed for the time being.”

After hearing this, Zhang Yue said happily: "Then I will wait for Professor Wang's masterpiece."

Wang Qian smiled without saying a word, and did not give a definite answer.

Lin Xizhan: "Then let's say goodbye first, see you in two days."

Wang Qian: "Mr. Lin, walk slowly."

Wen Cangjian: "Professor Wang, let's say goodbye first. Today has benefited me a lot. When I go back and study hard, I may be able to make further progress in the two major fields of calligraphy and painting. Of course, even if I can make further progress, the distance between Professor Wang is still far away. However, at that time, I will visit again and ask Professor Wang for advice..."

Wen Cangjian said very humbly.

At his level and age, it is absolutely miraculous that he can make further progress in the fields of calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting.

If there is no Wang Qian, after he progresses, he may really be able to become the leader of the Chinese culture in the island country, leading the field of Chinese Chinese studies in the island country to surpass the inheritance of Chinese Chinese studies in one fell swoop, and gain an advantage in public opinion disputes.

pity……

Now that there is Wang Qian, even if Wen Cangjian can really go a step further, he cannot be compared with Wang Qian.

Even if Wen Cangjian's calligraphy reaches the peak of a master, it is still one step away from Wang Qian's running script, let alone the achievement of Wang Qian's thin gold body calligraphy master.

In the field of traditional Chinese painting, even if Wen Cangjian becomes an existence at the level of a master of Danqing, he is still a step behind Wang Qian, a master of Chinese painting at the level of a master of Danqing.

At that time, it will really make the island nation's Huaxia Guoxue field very desperate, and realize again what is a father and what is a son.

After chatting for a while, Wang Qian sent several people to the door one by one, and several people said goodbye and left without dragging Wang Qian to chat. They all knew that Wang Qian might be the busiest busy person in the country right now, and they didn't want to delay Wang Qian's time. time.

Watching them leave, Wang Qian heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took Qin Xuerong's hand and walked into the room: "I'm hungry, let's cook."

In the room, Jiang Yu and He Chaohui sent everyone away, instead of leaving, they stayed.

As two people, staying here is naturally no problem.

Jiang Yu is a member of Wang Qian's band, and He Chaohui is the contact between Yang Yin and Wang Qian. At this critical point in time, it is necessary for the two to have more contact with Wang Qian.

but.

At this time, both mother and daughter did not talk about music with Wang Qian, but stood in front of the table and looked at the painting on the pavement, still very shocked.

He Chaohui said bluntly: "Professor Wang, you have to keep this painting. It is really a family heirloom at the national treasure level! If I can get it, I will definitely build a secret room and a safe to keep it in a safe, so that no one will know about it."

Jiang Yu glanced at his mother: "Even if it is a family heirloom at the national treasure level, it was drawn and written by Professor Wang himself. So what if it is precious? Professor Wang just draw another one."

Even so, Jiang Yu's eyes were still staring at the painting, and the appreciation and passion in his eyes were visible to the naked eye.

After hearing this, He Chaohui shook his head and said, "It's very difficult. Even if Professor Wang's future works are not inferior to this one, the symbolic meaning will be weaker. It will be difficult to have so many witnesses today, and they are all He is a master of Chinese studies, which adds a lot to this painting."

As for art, the work itself is one thing, but the legendary color added by off-site factors is actually more meaningful.

Qin Xuerong came to the painting and carefully looked at it, then said affirmatively: "I will keep this painting well, and no one can take it away."

Before, Wang Qian gave away a few works, Qin Xuerong didn't care much about the others except the one about the knight.

However, today's painting, Qin Xuerong will definitely protect it well, pass it down in the future, become a family heirloom, and prevent others from getting their hands on it.

Wang Qian smiled: "It's not that serious, it's just a painting. If I have time, I'll draw a few more for you, and you can talk about it."

Qin Xuerong looked at Wang Qian: "You said it, if you have time, draw a few more for me, and I will keep as many as you want, and not give them to outsiders."

Jiang Yu pouted: "Oh, don't tell outsiders, are you talking about us?"

Qin Xuerong glared at Jiang Yu, and ignored the yin and yang family. Seeing that the ink on the painting was almost dry, she immediately called for the best mounting materials and tools, and she wanted to frame the painting herself.

He Zhaohui calmed down, knowing that no matter how good the painting was, it could not be his own, so he began to focus on his work, and asked Wang Qian tentatively, "Professor Wang, when will the symphony score be finished? Say hello to the orchestra, and they will come to you as soon as possible."

Wang Qian's symphony works, as well as the upcoming class, are the focus of He Chaohui's work, and it is also the biggest thing in the capital right now.

Wang Qian thought for a while and said, "Let's go tonight. I'll let Xuerong send it to you when it's finished."

He Chaohui shook his head hastily and said, "No, call me when you've finished writing, and I'll come and pick it up in person, and if you have any questions, I can ask you in person."

Wang Qian nodded: "Yes..."

Jiang Yu also gradually withdrew his mind from the painting, and said, "Wow, the performance of the National Orchestra, isn't it my part?"

Although Jiang Yu has proven himself internationally as one of the few international pianist masters in China, he is still not qualified to immediately enter the National Orchestra as the principal pianist.

After all, the regular members of the National Orchestra have been working together for a long time, and they have a better understanding and better performance.

It is impossible for newcomers to integrate in every few years.

Moreover, if Wang Qian's symphony is really going to be played, it must be open to the world, and it is even more impossible to use a newcomer at such a critical moment.

He Chaohui also felt a little regretful.

However, Wang Qian said with certainty: "It's okay. I'll ask Professor Li for help. With your strength and talent, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Jiang Yu looked at Wang Qian movedly and said, "Don't force yourself too much!"

Wang Qian looked at Jiang Yu and smiled: "No force."

The atmosphere became relaxed, Qin Xuerong took Jiang Yu to make lunch together, He Chaohui also got up to leave, and went to arrange and coordinate the work of lectures.

And in the Beijing circle, and even the entire Chinese literary circle, news like an earthquake suddenly spread.

As soon as Wang Qian arrived in the capital, the news of the party with several heavyweights spread, and what happened at the party also spread, which shocked the entire Chinese literary circle.

Of course, the vast majority of people expressed disbelief when they heard the news.

Because, that's too fake.

Chapter 589 This is impossible, this is impossible!This bragging is too fake...

In the capital city, a certain courtyard house.

This courtyard house has been carefully renovated, as if it was a princely mansion on TV, with all kinds of quaint mahogany decorations and furniture.

In the study room, a thin old man was standing in front of the desk, holding a writing brush in his hand, calmly, with strong arms, writing calligraphy characters one by one on the white paper on the table.

There were two people standing around, an old man in a kimono and a middle-aged man.