This Star Doesn’t Work Overtime

  Chapter 387 385. The beauty of Tang poetry! The beauty of calligraphy!

   Thousands of people in the audience became extremely quiet!

   Zheng Wenzhong looked at the cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng on the podium with his father Zheng Gan. It was a real pen and dragon, and every stroke seemed to be flying like a flying dragon and a phoenix dancing.

   Just looking at it is full of artistic sense, which is a kind of enjoyment!

Zheng Gan shook his head and said, "No one in the past century can match such a calligraphy! If you can collect a calligraphy work by Wang Cheng, I dare say that the value in the future will definitely be higher than that of all the calligraphers in the past century. Calligraphy and painting are all valuable, and may be comparable to the authentic works of those great writers in history."

Zheng Wenzhong shook his head: "I can't grab it. With so many people staring at this painting, Double Star University won't let it go. Moreover, according to my understanding of Wang Cheng, he doesn't seem to like letting his works go out. So, writing He will collect his works as much as possible. The works given out, one in cursive script, one in cursive script, and one in running script, are all because he wants to return favors!"

   "It's basically impossible to buy his works with money. I heard that someone offered Wang Cheng 200 million yuan, but he didn't get any response to buying his running script Xia Ke Xing."

   "He doesn't care about money or fame at all, he has no desires or desires!"

Zheng Gan stared at the writing on it, and said affirmatively: "It is impossible for him to have no desires, but what he seeks is different from the fame and wealth that most of us seek, so in our opinion, he has no desires and no desires." Please! He has such a strict work and rest schedule, and usually likes to read and write, and likes to keep in good health, isn't that what he wants?"

   "So, do we have an empty manor in Qiongdao National Forest Park? Next time you give it directly to him, it is the most suitable place for health preservation."

   Zheng Wenzhong was stunned for a moment. He knew the manor. It was his father who used his boss's efforts to get it done. Because it was located in a national forest park, it was very difficult to manage.

   After it was completed, other people offered one billion yuan to buy it, but Zheng Qian refused.

   Now, Zheng Qian actually said that he would give this manor worth more than one billion yuan to Wang Cheng?

  This favor...

  Zheng Gan ignored his son's bewilderment, stared at the flamboyant cursive script, and asked, "Do you know these characters? Do you know what is written?"

  Zheng Wenzhong came back to his senses, took a closer look, smiled wryly and shook his head: "I don't know!"

  Both father and son are very honest, without putting on makeup, what they like is the artistic conception and beauty of each word written by Wang Cheng, but it does not prevent them from knowing the flamboyant characters.

  A middle-aged man in front whispered: "Mr. Zheng, after today, this poem will definitely spread throughout the country."

   Zheng Gan's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Oh? How do you say it? Very good?"

  The middle-aged man nodded: "Not so good!"

  Zheng Wenzhong said eagerly: "Quickly read it to me!"

  The middle-aged man read immediately: "This is a frontier poem, similar to Tang poetry!"

   "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, hurry up!"

   "Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times!"

   At this time.

  Wang Cheng on the podium also put down his brush.

Zheng Gan and Zheng Wenzhong, father and son, were also taken aback after listening to this poem. An emotion surged up in their hearts instantly, and their faces became flushed. They wanted to yell, but they couldn't vent their anger. , There is an inexplicable urge to cry.

The voice of the middle-aged man also became excited: "Such a magnificent poem, only appeared in the prosperous Tang Dynasty in history. Unexpectedly, today, more than a thousand years later, someone can still write such an impassioned, heroic, and hidden poem. A sad poem! This work is not inferior to Wang Cheng's previous work of knights!"

   Zheng Qian and Zheng Wenzhong, father and son, are full of thoughts at this moment—how can they own this work?

at this time!

  The audience became even more silent.

Everyone is staring at the short four-line poem. Most of those who can come to the scene have a certain literary quality, and can quickly recognize every cursive digital font full of beauty. It is a Tang Qijue poem!

Lu Zhen took two deep breaths, calmed herself down, stabilized her emotions, fixed her eyes on Wang Cheng, and murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that we are really wrong? There is really such a shocking talent in the world. A stunning genius? But why did he appear in this era? Why did he appear? Why did he have such an amazing talent?"

Lu Zhen looked at every word, and with his level of calligrapher, he could tell at a glance that what Wang Cheng wrote in front of him was definitely the same person as the one he saw on the video. hand.

  So, the video of Zhongyuan Satellite TV is true!

  Xia Ke Xing was written by Wang Cheng himself!

   And this Liangzhou Ci!

  Lu Zhen repeated it several times in her heart, which made him very surprised and envious.

  If he could write such a work, he would die without regret immediately.

  This poem is enough for him to be famous in history.

   "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, immediately remind me."

   "Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times."

   Xuezi muttered softly next to her, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

Xuezi, who was born in the royal family of the island country, learned the Chinese culture inherited from the island country since she was a child. In fact, the core is the cultural core passed down from the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the inheritance of the Chinese culture in the entire island country is almost centered on the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Many of the Chinese culture created The poetry also imitates the style of Tang poetry.

  Therefore, Xuezi and several other young people in the island country have a heartfelt love and surprise for this Tang Qijue poem.

  Yuji Nakamura froze slightly, looked at Wang Cheng with incredible eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "How did he do it?"

  Seeing it with his own eyes, Nakamura Yuji can no longer say that it is all fake.

  Yihetaro on the podium also froze there completely, staring blankly at the four lines of poem written by Wang Cheng, his heart was shocked, every word was like a knife inserted into his heart.

  As Yi Hetaro, who practiced cursive calligraphy since childhood, he knows best how incredible the cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng is.

  The authentic works left by all the cursive calligraphy masters in the history of the island country are slightly inferior to Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy.

   Even compared with the most famous cursive calligraphy masters in Chinese history, they are not bad at all.

  In modern society, how could there be such a person?

  Yihetaro still didn't want to believe it.

  Compared to this, the four poems they wrote just now are really ordinary. The four poems combined are far inferior to Wang Cheng's Liangzhou Ci.

  Of course, Yi Hetaro, Nakamura Yuji and others have also comprehended another artistic conception from this poem. They feel that Wang Cheng’s poem seems to be specially written for them...

   How many people fought back in ancient times!

  This sentence seems to imply that their trip is bound to fail.

  Hoo...

   Yihetaro took a deep breath to calm himself down a bit, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

   Suddenly there was applause from the audience.

  I saw that Xing Tongshu, Zhang Yiheng, Lin Nianxiang and others all suddenly clapped their hands vigorously.

   Xing Tongshu applauded vigorously, while muttering in a low voice: "I can see this poem today, I have no regrets!"

Lin Nianxiang also applauded vigorously, and said: "His cursive script has already surpassed mine. From then on, let's not talk about the title of the first cursive script in the South. However, what is even more amazing is his poem. , It’s really well written! It makes me feel like I’m dreaming back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and I can’t wait to rush to the battlefield to fight the enemy.”

   "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately call. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times! It's really well written, really well!"

  Lin Bing also praised: "It is not inferior to the classic Tang Dynasty frontier poems in the textbooks! Wang Cheng's talent is really admirable."

   While applauding, Zhang Yiheng walked up to the podium in person, wanting to go up to help put away the poem written by Wang Cheng himself.

  Zhang Guobin was full of envy, and said to the people next to him: "This kid, go up and grab Wang Cheng's work! Unfortunately, if Wang Cheng is in Capital University, I will find a way to keep this work in school."

The person next to him was an old man brought by Zhang Guobin. He was Li Qing, a senior professor of the Chinese Department of Capital University. Lost to a few classic frontier poems of the Tang Dynasty, majestic, heroic but sad, people who are not in the prosperous age can't write such works at all. In addition, Wang Cheng's cursive script, which is like a gun like a sword, contains a kind of gold and iron horse Qi, it is a perfect match!"

   "Good poetry, good words!"

  Li Qing's words made several people in the literary world around him nod in agreement.

   Those who can come to see Wang Cheng on the spot naturally have a certain appreciation for Wang Cheng, so they can give objective evaluations of Wang Cheng's works.

When Zhang Yiheng came to the stage, he was about to go forward to help Wang Cheng put away the Liangzhou poem, but Wang Cheng took a brush and continued to write his name on the bottom, and then naturally, under the applause and gaze of everyone Next, slowly put this piece of paper away, not giving Zhang Yiheng a chance, let alone giving others a chance.

  The expression on Zhang Yiheng's face twitched for a moment, and then he smiled again. He came to Wang Cheng's side and continued to applaud vigorously to cover up his embarrassment.

  Muscles on Zhang Guobin's face twitched a few times before resisting his urge to laugh, and smiled directly at Zhang Yiheng who stepped down: "Principal Zhang, is this embarrassing? I want to grab someone else's work, but I haven't snatched it yet..."

  Zhang Yiheng sat down calmly, maintained a smile and said: "Why, who wouldn't want such a work? If it was in your school, you must have already rushed forward."

  Zhang Guobin smiled and said nothing, because he couldn't refute Zhang Yiheng's words.

  Who wouldn’t want such a work?

   There is no one on the scene who doesn't want it.

  Including Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Xuezi, Nakamura Yuji, Yi Hetaro and others, all want to keep this work as their own.

   Unfortunately, Wang Cheng didn't give any of them a chance.

  Wang Cheng put away the work casually and put it aside, making everyone present look eager and envious.

  Then, Wang Cheng didn't wait for the applause to stop, and ignored Yi Hetaro. He picked up his work and was about to step off the stage to sit down and rest.

   This time, everyone was stunned, and the applause gradually subsided, and everyone stared at Wang Cheng.

   None of them expected that Wang Cheng would just leave without saying a word?

   Shouldn’t you be mocking Yihe Taro and Nakamura Yuji?

  With such an excellent poem, no matter how much Wang Cheng belittles and humiliates Yi Hetaro and Nakamura Yuji at this time, no one will think there is a problem, even the two parties dare not refute.

   This is an absolute hard gap, and no language can refute it.

But…

  Wang Cheng just left, ignoring Yi Hetaro and Nakamura Yuji.

   But it is more lethal than any language.

  Everyone present could clearly feel Wang Cheng's disregard for the two of them, as if they were not worth mentioning at all, not worth a word from him.

  Yihetaro trembled, his face was pale, his eyes fixed on the back of Wang Cheng who turned around and wanted to leave, and suddenly shouted: "Wang Cheng, wait!"

  Wang Cheng didn't stop, and continued walking towards the steps at his own pace.

Yihetaro blushed and continued to shout: "Wang Cheng, I admit that your Liangzhou Ci is very good, even better than our four works. But, do you have the ability to compare modern poems with us? Just According to your request, we will write four modern poems, and you will write one!"

  This is an alternate plan discussed by Yihe Taro, Nakamura Yuji and others.

  If, just in case, the strength and talent that Wang Cheng showed before are all real.

  Then, they also have to find a way to overwhelm Wang Cheng, so they try to use things that Wang Cheng is not good at.

  Wang Cheng has shown ancient poetry, calligraphy and so on.

   However, Containment does not exhibit modern poetry…

   Does this mean that Wang Cheng is not good at modern poetry at all?

   After all, a person's energy is limited after all.

Wang Cheng's calligraphy is comparable to ancient calligraphy masters, and his poems are comparable to ancient great writers. Does it mean that Wang Cheng only likes traditional Chinese culture, and Wang Cheng doesn't like modern poetry, which imitates Western poetry, at all, so he just Haven't studied it?

   Then, it is very possible to defeat Wang Cheng from modern poetry...

  The scene became extremely silent again!

   Pairs of eyes were fixed on Yi Hetaro on the podium, and Wang Cheng who stopped.

  Yuji Nakamura also stood up suddenly, and said loudly: "Yes, Wang Cheng, we write four modern poems, and you write one, do you dare to compare?"

  Many people at the scene looked at the two and frowned.

if it is possible…

  They really wanted to go up and beat them up.

   So aggressive, finding fault, a little too much…

   Lin Bing said in a low voice: "Aren't they too much? This is too much to lose!"

  Lin Nianxiang didn't feel too surprised about this, and said lightly: "Islanders, when have you ever been able to afford to lose?"

  Lin Bing fell silent, which seemed to be nothing strange.

But…

  Can Wang Cheng write modern poetry?

  Lin Bing looked at Wang Cheng, a little worried.

  Zhang Yiheng also hurriedly gave the host winks and gestures, signaling the host to save the scene quickly, and don't let Yihe Taro and Nakamura Yuji succeed!

but…

  Wang Cheng had already stopped, and then just glanced at Yi Hetaro and Nakamura Yuji lightly, then turned around and walked back to the writing position just now, picked up the brush and started writing!

   This time...

  Everyone on the scene was stunned.

  Just received instructions from the principal, and Liu Yue, who just started to think about ways, suddenly didn't know what to do. She looked at Zhang Yiheng blankly, and Zhang Yiheng also looked at Wang Cheng in astonishment, not knowing what Wang Cheng was doing.

  Zhang Guobin, Xing Tongshu, Lin Nianxiang and others also looked at Wang Cheng in amazement.

  They have seen countless people all their lives, and they thought they had seen all kinds of people, but after seeing Wang Cheng, they realized that they could not understand Wang Cheng's behavior habits at all, and had no idea what Wang Cheng would do next.

   It stands to reason that Wang Cheng completely ignored the provocations of Yuji Nakamura and Yihe Taro just now, and asked them to write four poems before they could do it. He was extremely cold, arrogant, and disdainful.

  So, shouldn't Wang Cheng be doing the same now?

  What, suddenly turned around and started writing?

   Moreover, I didn't say a word the whole time...

   This made everyone say they couldn't understand what Wang Cheng was doing...

  Yihetaro and Nakamura Yuji looked at each other, but they were also a little dazed.

  However, the next second.

  Everyone put away their strange emotions and looked at the words written by Wang Cheng!

  At this moment, everyone's eyes lit up again.

because.

  What Wang Cheng wrote this time was not the cursive calligraphy just now, but the running calligraphy.

  As soon as the elegant cursive font came out, everyone felt happy, which was the happy mood brought about by seeing beautiful things.

  All the calligraphers who studied running script calligraphy and calligraphy lovers present stretched their necks to stare at Wang Cheng's movements on the screen and every word written by his pen.

Han Xiao's grandfather, Mr. Han, a master of calligraphy in running script, stood up in the first row, then walked slowly onto the podium, stood beside Wang Cheng, disregarded the occasion, put down his figure, and came directly to Wang Cheng Observe Wang Cheng's calligraphy in running script.

  Zhang Yiheng hesitated for a second, then walked up, still holding a trace of fantasy in his heart, it would be best if Wang Cheng could keep a pair of calligraphy.

  (end of this chapter)