Chapter 118

The car is on the road.

Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong sat in the back row.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue didn't go out at home. They played harmoniously at home and went to practice.

Xu Xiaoxiao drives the car, Xu Wenwen sits in the co pilot, and two boys sit in front of Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong.

One of the boys took the initiative to introduce himself to Wang Qian and said, "Hello, Professor Wang. I'm Zhang Boheng, a graduate student in the Department of literature. I like some of your poems and ancient words jiangchengzi very much. I have a question for you."

good heavens!

Not yet.

The public exchange class hasn't started yet.

He began to attack Wang Qian on the road.

Wang Qian leaned back in his chair, smiled at Zhang Boheng who turned and looked at himself and said, "yes, you say, I see if I can answer you. You know, I graduated from the Department of performance. Literature is just a hobby, so if I can't answer too professional questions, please forgive me."

In addition to Xu Xiaoxiao driving, Xu Wenwen of Zhejiang University and another boy looked at Wang Qian.

There have been many amazing works in Chinese literary circles.

Because, in the last two or three decades, the whole country has made efforts towards economic development, people's thoughts have begun to change, and life has changed too fast. Everyone has gradually fallen into the material circle, so the frequency of good works has been reduced a lot.

Thirty or forty years ago, people at that time were relatively simple, their thoughts were relatively pure, and their minds could sink down. Therefore, the probability of writing profound classical literary works was higher than now.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Qian's works were published, they broke the darkness of rock music for more than ten years, just like the voice shouted on the good sound stage.

These works also broke the lethargy of the Chinese literary world in the past 20 years, like throwing a boulder in a pool of water, setting off huge shocks and waves.

Zhang Boheng looked at Wang Qian with a slightly serious look and asked: "Professor Wang, I personally like some of your works published on your microblog. I'm curious. Professor Wang, you graduated from the Department of performance and have made great achievements in the field of music. Then, how can you do it and write so many amazing works in the field of literature at the same time?"

"Mistakes, broken chapters, quatrains, a flowering tree, jiangchengzi, and teachers say this ancient article. Many famous artists can produce two or three of these works in their life. How long have you accumulated since you published so many in one breath? How do you study literature? Can you give some suggestions to the students we are studying?"

Zhang Boheng asked a lot at once.

These questions represent the doubts of most people in the literary circle.

Although

Wang Qian made his debut in his thirties. He is an absolute older newcomer in the entertainment industry. Liu Lihua and Li Qingyao sentenced him to death at the beginning!

But in literature!

Publishing such a famous work in his thirties is definitely young and promising!

Literature needs accumulation.

It needs the accumulation of knowledge, life experience, inspiration and life perception!

This is an area that really needs to accumulate.

How did you, a young man in his early thirties, accumulate so much?

The most important thing is that you don't study literature. You study performance and have high attainments in music. How can you have time and energy to study literature?

Xu Wenwen, three people from Zhejiang University, stared at Wang Qian and looked forward to Wang Qian's answer.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who was driving, also looked at Wang Qian curiously from the rearview mirror. She has been practicing Wang Qian's three piano songs recently, and she has been quite fascinated. Therefore, she is more and more admired and curious about Wang Qian.

Qin Xuerong held Wang Qian's hand tightly and stared at Zhang Boheng with some dissatisfaction.

In her opinion, this doubt about Wang Qian is unreasonable!

As long as it is Wang Qian's work!

How did you write it? Fuck you?

Write if you can and shut up if you can't.

Simple and rude idea!

However, Qin Xuerong didn't speak. He just held Wang Qian's hand and expressed his support for Wang Qian.

Wang Qian smiled slightly relaxed.

He is afraid that the other party will ask some questions about his major in literature. He really doesn't understand, such as how to write, how to express, etc. he can talk about his works. After all, he has seen many articles such as appreciation and interpretation of works in his previous life. It's not a problem to recite a few paragraphs casually.

And asked him how he wrote it?

That's simple

Wang Qian asked, "do you know why I went to the acting department?"

Zhang Boheng: "because you want to be a star?"

Who doesn't want to be an actor or a star?

Everyone stared at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian shook his head and said seriously, "no! I'm not going to be a star. Therefore, I didn't choose to start after graduation."

Zhang Boheng was curious: "then why do you study acting?"

Wang Qian's eyes became deep and said faintly, "you know, in life, everyone is an actor! This is what I realized when I was in junior high school. Everyone is living to be an actor and play their own role. Therefore, I went to the performance department. I want to study this profession. I want to have a deeper understanding of our life and everyone."

"You're playing your role, I'm playing my role. I was a singer the day before yesterday. Now I'm going to lecture you on the podium of Zhejiang University and play the role of a teacher."

"Do you understand?"

Wang Qian finally asked softly.

Actually

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

Zhang Boheng was thoughtful in his eyes and said softly, "Professor Wang, you mean I don't have to be serious. There are feelings, literature and ideas everywhere in life?"

Wang Qian smiled without saying anything!

Xu Wenwen stared into his eyes and whispered, "Professor Wang's actor theory is very wonderful. I agree with you."

She felt it deeply.

Because she is not a very serious person, but she has to find a way to play a good teacher in school every day.

From clothes, to hair, to expression.

She has to make careful preparations so that she can be a good teacher and won't lose face to herself and the school.

The car was a little dull.

Wang Qian's words made the teachers and students of Zhejiang University in the three literature departments begin to make up their own minds. For a time, they felt a lot and showed more respect for Wang Qian.

Qin Xuerong smiled more happily and held Wang Qian's hand harder.

Actors?

Qin Xuerong was thinking, what can he play?

……

The car soon came to the campus of Zhejiang University and went all the way into the large class scheduled in advance.

This is this semester, so the exchange of abuse at the literary giant level is the exchange of sharp words and high-level articles.

For many literature lovers, this is a feast.

Now

For many people present, isn't that what they want to see?

There was a collision

There will be dazzling sparks!

Guo Zhuangzhuang also had no stage fright. He gave Liu Shengnan a smile that he thought he was confident and unrestrained, then walked out of his work and went directly to the podium.

Pop pop

I don't know who raised his head and applauded.

Then applause broke out.

At the moment, Wang Qian continued to write down the quatrains he just wanted to write on the blackboard with chalk.

"Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the blue sky."

"The window contains thousands of autumn snow in Xiling, and the door parks the boat of east Wu Wanli!"

This seven character quatrains ancient poem!

Everyone present has read it more than once.

Even many people have studied it word by word.

Xu Wenwen also spoke in the freshman class.

So.

Everyone is familiar with it.

But!

Now.

Each pair of eyes looking at these four poems on the blackboard has an obvious look change!

Have doubts!

It's amazing.

Shock!

Chen Xiangdong whispered to Tang Hepeng: "Old Tang, Wang Qian's handwriting seems unusual!"

Tang Hepeng's eyes also stared at the words on the blackboard and muttered in a low voice, "it seems so. I don't seem to have seen this kind of calligraphy."