Chapter 107

Wang Qian saw Tang Hepeng's reply to himself, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

He knows that the other party is still holding on!

Qin Xuerong could not help frowning and said, "this Professor Tang is a little shameless! He is a little better than him? He also said. His two poems don't deserve to mention shoes for your works! What else do you say, flaws? Flaws don't cover up? They are very similar!"

Wang Qian said faintly, "when people are old, they are still old pedants. They must love face."

Qin Xuerong nodded in agreement: "yes! Death wants face, but everyone's eyes are bright."

Wang Qian shook his head: "no! In fact, not many people understand. Most people still believe in authority. Although I have more fans, his authority is stronger than me in the field of literature. Therefore, maybe his words can deceive some people. You can see from the comments below his microblog that some people really believe his words."

This is why some big V's on the Internet can easily bring up a wave of rhythm.

Because many people really don't understand, and it's easy to follow the crowd and believe in authority.

Although!

The term "expert" is not a commendatory word for a long time, but many people still instinctively believe what some so-called experts say.

After all!

Many times, you don't have more choices.

Under Tang Hepeng's microblog, many people praised his speech.

Although, compared with the number of Wang Qian's fans, it is not worth mentioning.

However, it still exists!

Moreover, they maintained Tang Hepeng's authority.

There were many speeches of this kind.

"Professor Tang is really knowledgeable and has both political integrity and ability. He also loves Wang Qian, points out his shortcomings and praises him."

"Professor Tang is highly respected. His works are still so excellent and approachable. It's a pity that he was buried."

……

Although, such comments were drowned in the speeches of Wang Qian's fans.

However, it is still eye-catching!

Qin Xuerong said in a helpless tone: "such a person will always exist. There is no way!"

Wang Qian smiled and said softly, "then I'll beat them. They don't exist."

Qin Xuerong asked, "what are you going to do?"

Wang Qian directly continued to operate the computer and sent out lines of text.

……

Bai Hua wants to help Professor Tang Hepeng go out for a walk and stop fighting with Wang Qian.

Tang Hepeng also wants to leave the Internet temporarily!

But!

Tang Hepeng didn't go after seeing Wang Qian's speech.

He cherishes face so much that he doesn't want to leave without saying a word after Wang Qian released his works.

In the eyes of others, doesn't that mean you admit defeat?

Whoever counsels, he loses.

So!

He sat down again and looked at the news of Wang Qian.

Line by line!

Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua looked at it carefully.

A flowering tree.

How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment,

——For this,

I have been praying in front of the Buddha for 500 years,

Beg him to let us get married.

The Buddha turned me into a tree,

Grow by the road you must pass,

The flowers bloomed cautiously in the sun,

Blossoming is the hope of my previous life.

When you come near, please listen carefully,

The trembling leaves are my waiting enthusiasm,

And when you finally ignore it,

The one who fell on the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal,

That is my withered heart!

……

Hiss

Finish reading.

Birch couldn't help taking a deep breath, so that her restless heart could calm down, and the uncontrollable sadness in her heart would almost overflow!

Finish reading the last sentence!

There is an impulse to cry.

It seems sad to the bone!

Friend, that's not a petal!

Is my withered heart!

Bai Hua used to like Liu Shengnan when she was at school. She confessed to Liu Shengnan. Of course, she was rejected.

At the moment, the sad thing was seduced.

The more she thought about it, the more sad she was. She couldn't help but shed two tears.

"Professor..."

Birch tried to persuade Tang Hepeng.

However, he saw Tang Hepeng typing on the keyboard with trembling hands: "this poem is also a good work. However, there are still some slight defects. There is no perfect work in the world, and you still have room for progress..."

Birch sighed helplessly and wiped the corners of her eyes.

He knows that Tang Hepeng still refuses to admit defeat!

Will be stubborn and die to face, reflected incisively and vividly!

……

Liu Shengnan also sat in bed reading while looking at the situation on the computer.

Seeing that Wang Qian is such a beautiful and sad modern poem, I realized the strong sadness after reading it!

Liu Shengnan couldn't sit still. He put down his book, typed on the computer and said, "good poetry! Good poetry! It's really good poetry, and I almost cried. Professor Wang's talent in literature is one of the best young generations I've ever seen. I hope to see him face to face next time."

send out!

Liu Shengnan never cares about his face. He can do whatever he wants. His happiness is the most important.

however.

When she saw that Tang Hepeng replied to Wang Qian's message again, she smiled bitterly, took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Bai Hua, but stopped again.

She knew that Tang Hepeng's character in her memory could not admit defeat in public!

However!

To her surprise.

There was news again on Wang Qian's microblog and soon replied to Tang Hepeng.

"Oh? There are still flaws! Then I have to make progress."

"Professor Tang, point out this work!"

Another work?

Is this Wang Qian a Wenqu star?

Liu Shengnan can't accept it. This guy throws out good poems. Have you considered other mortals and the mood of my genius?

Directly carrying the computer, he sat down on the recliner in the yard, made a cup of tea and read it carefully.

Break the chapter.

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery,

The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The moon decorates your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

Just read it once, Liu Shengnan felt as if he had understood many life philosophies!

But think about it.

But I can't remember anything.

This is the taste of hazy poetry

Hazy, can't see clearly, can't touch, but vaguely see something tall.

This poem, the more you read, the more you taste, the more you think, the more profound it seems to contain all the truth and philosophy.

Liu Shengnan immediately typed again and said, "good poem!"

After that, she looked forward to whether Wang Qian would continue to send such good works?

She knows why Wang Qian did this!

Because!

She felt she knew Wang Qian, too.

Everything is because Professor Tang's stubbornness does not admit defeat.

She believes that Wang Qian wants to beat Professor Tang with his works and admit defeat.

This is to convince people in the field of literature!

Flawed?

What flaw?

Where's the flaw?

I beat it with a good work. You dare not say defects!

Liu Shengnan couldn't help laughing and imagined Wang Qian in his mind.

"This is a guy who doesn't suffer."

Liu Shengnan whispered.

Thinking that he thought Wang Qian was soft at the beginning, he couldn't help blushing!

Sure enough, it's like the blue lotus singing!

press forward with indomitable will!

Pursue yourself!

Extremely proud.

Not weaker than others.

……

The wrinkles on Tang Hepeng's face trembled.

This is a broken chapter.

He likes it so much.

This kind of obscure poetry with far-reaching implications is the favorite work of the older generation of literati.

But!

He still can't admit defeat.

Birch is also short of breath. The artistic conception of this short hazy poem is really too far-reaching. When you think about it carefully, it seems to contain all the philosophies in the world!

This guy!

You are really a great talent!

Really graduated from the acting department?

Can Beiying's performance department teach this?

Are you really all awesome except acting?

Tang Hepeng breathed hurriedly.

His hands still trembled, he still typed slowly and said, "it's a very good work. There are few defects. It can be regarded as a good work. Your progress is obvious..."

Still in the tone of the teacher's sermon!

Still slightly belittled Wang Qian's works and raised his status.

Sent out.

Tang Hepeng's forehead was permeated with a layer of sweat.

He dared not go to the comments section.

even to the extent that.

He dared not talk to the birch.

Because he knows that as long as he is a literary professional, he can't appreciate the quality of Wang Qian's works. He can certainly see that Wang Qian's works are rare masterpieces.

He was afraid to see the white birch despise his eyes.

He's afraid to see someone who knows the truth!

Ding!

Reply again!

If Tang Hepeng interacts with literary lovers on the Internet, he must be very happy to hear such a voice.

Because, generally, when people see his identity as a professor of Zhejiang University, they will respectfully ask for advice.

Therefore, he enjoys the respect and preaching to others here!

But now he doesn't dare to read the latest reply.

Because, he knows, it must have been sent by Wang Qian again.

If!

He sent another masterpiece!

What should I do?

I can't fit it anymore!

Tang Hepeng wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Birch hurriedly brought a glass of water: "Professor, drink some water and relax. In fact, you can see that Professor Wang's talent in poetry is beyond our imagination. It's not a shame for you to lose to him. We all know that Professor Wang is so powerful and his works are so good. We won't think that losing to him will disgrace your identity."

After thinking about it, Bai Hua said in a low voice: "moreover, Professor Wang has published ancient and modern poetry, but he has not published words and works. It is possible that he will not? You can start from this aspect, save some face, and then immediately communicate with Professor Wang. It is also a good story..."

Another good story

Tang Hepeng's eyes brightened.

right!

Old words!

Not yet!

He immediately put down his tea cup and didn't talk to Bai Hua. He picked up his inspiration notebook, looked through it, looked at his recorded ancient words and works, and sent them to save some face. At that time, he can admit defeat, but it's not impossible.

Bai Hua saw that Tang Hepeng was so eager and knew that Professor Tang was really worried.

However, he looked at the computer screen and was stunned when he saw the news replied by Wang Qian!

"Professor!"

Birch's eyes did not leave the screen. She was reluctant to leave and whispered.

Tang Hepeng has found his favorite ancient words in his memory, which is his inspiration a few years ago. He looked at it excitedly at once.

However, when he looked up at the computer screen, his body suddenly froze and his hand holding the inspiration notebook loosened!

Pop!

The notebook fell to the ground.

Tang Hepeng didn't feel any pain. His eyes were reluctant to leave the computer screen. His voice trembled and whispered it out.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of solitary graves have nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost."

"When the night comes, the dream suddenly returns home. The window of the small porch is dressing up. There are only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moon night will be a short Pine Hill."

Hiss!

The birch took another breath and almost sucked all the cool air in the office. She stared at the computer screen with unbelievable eyes.

Tang Hepeng's hands trembled, and two lines of tears had fallen from his cheeks.

He substituted this word!

He felt that the word was written by himself.

Because his wife died a few years ago and the husband and wife have a good relationship, he often misses his wife and even dreams about his wife.

Although there is no ten years of life and death, it is almost the same.

Woo woo

Tang Hepeng couldn't help crying. He thought that his wife had left so early and left him alone. When he thought of this word again, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Night dream suddenly return home, small porch window, is dressing up. Take care of each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears!

Seeing this sentence, Tang Hepeng trembled with sadness!

This picture, he really dreamed that when his wife was young, she was sitting in front of the bedroom mirror dressing up. That was when they just got married!

That was decades ago

Woo woo

Tang Hepeng lay on the table and cried.

The white birch was awakened by the cry and stared at Tang Hepeng.

I wonder why Professor Tang cried?

Is it the cry of the beaten?

In the field where you are most confident and good at, you are hit by the other party, so you can't bear it?

be on the cards!

The birch hurriedly comforted: "Professor, don't be sad. Wang Qian's literary talent is really too strong. We won't be ashamed to lose to him. Look at the works you lost, but they are rare and excellent works. Over time, they may become classics that have been handed down for thousands of years. Your loss to such works also proves your strength and status. Don't you know when you see Wang Qian's works in the future Will I also think of you? "

Woo woo

Tang Hepeng cried even more sadly.

Thinking of my lover's leaving, I was bullied and failed, and no one told me

Young people nowadays are so bullying!

Is talent so horizontal?

Chase and beat an old man who has no power to fight back. Do you speak of martial virtue?

……

Now!

The whole network is a shock.

Even if several major entertainment groups have tacit understanding to soft block Wang Qian's external traffic and prevent those we media marketing numbers from increasing Wang Qian's traffic with rhythm.

But!

These works of Wang Qian's combined fist attacks one after another made all the spectators boiling. Word of mouth, they instantly set off an explosive rhythm on the whole microblog.

Relying solely on the reputation of fans and passers-by, it quickly boarded the top few hot spots, and the number of discussions reached millions!

Almost no star artist in the circle has done this.

Because if you don't buy traffic, others will buy it.

You want to rely on pure topics and your own fans to bring heat. How can you win over other media accounts with a large number of their own fans to help bring rhythm?

So.

This wave!

Wang Qian's heat is very strange and sudden!

Really.

Everyone is so excited to see this excellent work.

Even ordinary people.

Reading this work, I was shocked.

"Professor, please accept the magic power. I'm going to worship it. I can't help crying when you take out your works."

"I held back my mistakes and the flowering trees! However, I still couldn't hold back this song jiangchengzi. It's too tearful. My wife asked me what I was crying about, and I turned around and beat it violently."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. The first sentence directly makes my soul tremble. A lonely sadness grows inexplicably! Professor, you are my God."

"Professor Wang, for the first time, I sincerely praise a person. There is no culture. In a simple sentence: Professor, you are so awesome!"

"Without Professor Wang's literary talent and culture, I can only say: lying in the trough, Professor cow force!"

"Why didn't Professor Tang of Zhejiang University speak? He was struck autistic?"

"If I were Professor Tang, I would pretend to be dead. I can't stand this big gap. I, a passer-by without literary literacy, can't see it. I believe that Professor Tang is a student and Professor Wang is a professor of literature."

"I know what Professor Tang is going to say. He will say: it's very good, but there are still some defects! Your sister, where do you say the defects are?"

"I've written this jiangchengzi. It's really a rare masterpiece. Especially in modern society, it's not uncommon to write one or two good modern poems every year, but such excellent ancient poetry works are really rare, and there may not be a good work in ten years!"

"Woo woo woo, are Beiying people so awesome? I'm in love. I've decided. I'll take the Beiying performance department! I'll learn to sing, write songs, play the piano and write poetry!"

……

Many star artists have come to rub the heat and interact with Wang Qian.

In particular, Liu Jifeng seems to have been idle recently because the film is about to go down, so he constantly interacts with Wang Qian on his microblog. Every time Wang Qian sends a work, he will immediately forward praise and speak praise.

In this song, Liu Jifeng made a row of kneeling expressions and said exaggerated: "elder martial brother, elder martial brother, can I call you a teacher? I also want to study literary creation with you. You are really great. I admire a person for the first time. Why am I also a graduate of the performance Department of Beiying film? I can't write a word?"

Sophie was frightened in rows: "Professor Wang, I didn't respect you a little before. Now it seems that I was young and ignorant at that time. Please don't take revenge. Since then, Professor Wang has been my idol."

Many other small star artists, as well as online celebrities like Sophie, have also sent all kinds of praise messages.

……

Li Qingyao also looked a little excited at the moment. With her snow-white slender fingers typing on the tablet computer, she said to Wang Qian, "her talent is amazing. I hope to get a pair of your calligraphy treasure next time!"

Yang Yu sat beside him and exclaimed: "this guy has such a great literary talent. Yao Yao, why is he so indifferent and ordinary these years? He can hide it too much. I don't believe he suddenly enlightened. It doesn't exist. These works can't be written without years of accumulation. It may be his inventory over the years."

Li Qingyao said in a slightly trembling voice, "I don't know. Maybe I let him down. Maybe he doesn't want to be too dazzling."

Yang Yu was silent.

She doesn't want to evaluate the things between Wang Qian and Li Qingyao.

She wasn't qualified before.

Now, even less qualified!

……

Liu Shengnan jumped up directly from his chair and read it again with his computer.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of solitary graves have nowhere to talk. Even if you don't know each other, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost."

"At night, dreams suddenly return home. Xiaoxuan window is dressing up. They are silent, but there are a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moon night will be a short Pine Hill."

Read it several times.

I don't like it.

Liu Shengnan kept reading.

Mom, who was washing vegetables and cooking upstairs, looked down at her girl and couldn't help vomiting. The girl went crazy again. I don't know how to get married!

Liu Shengnan lowered his voice and read it more than a dozen times before he stopped. He couldn't help brewing a tear in his eyes!

She was afraid that her mother would cry when she heard what she read!

This poem.

It's really sad.

Every sentence, every word, reveals sadness and missing!

That is the missing of my dead wife day and night!

Liu Shengnan immediately typed on the computer and said to Wang Qian, "this word, I can say, is the best work I have seen in modern times in the past 20 years! I can't find any defects in antithesis, words, emotional expression, rhyme, etc. Professor Wang, are you really a singer learning to perform?"

She just sent out her words, which made her even more shocked.

I saw a line of text on Tang Hepeng's microblog.

……