Chapter 125

It is no secret in the academic circle that Zhejiang University invited Wang Qian to open an open exchange class.

Especially several famous schools, almost all know!

Just!

Zhejiang University did not invite them, and they would not force them to join the fun.

But!

Everyone is still very concerned about this matter.

After all, Wang Qian's previous works really amazed the whole Chinese literary world.

At the beginning of the school season, lecturers and professors in many schools explained several works of Wang Qian in class, which aroused great repercussions among the students.

So.

Many people in the cultural and academic circles pay more attention to Wang Qian's lectures in Zhejiang University!

However, no one thought.

After Wang Qian finished his lecture at Zhejiang University, the officials of Zhejiang University and many professors and well-known alumni of Zhejiang University gave such high comments one after another!

You know, Wang Qian is a person in the entertainment industry after all.

People in the literary circle look down at the entertainment circle and disdain it.

It is these people who give Wang Qian such a high evaluation of the entertainment industry who graduated from Beiying film!

today.

Xue Zhenguo paid rare attention to the news on the microblog, of course, about Wang Qian.

To this end, he specially called his daughter, Xue man, whose microblog name is Xue man, to tell him the news on the microblog.

Xueman prepared a day's paper. When he was resting, he showed his father around the microblog and said, "Professor Tang gave Wang Qian the name of the first person in ancient poetry culture in China. I dare say. Everyone said that Wang Qian was unworthy, and that Professor Tang was not qualified to give such a high evaluation."

Xue Zhenguo nodded solemnly: "Indeed, although Wang Qian's several works are excellent, ancient poetry, ancient words and modern poetry can be regarded as rare masterpieces. In recent decades, almost no works can compare with them! However, he is still too young and has not published a collection of works and awards as details. This is the title of the first person? Lao Tang really dares to give it. He is looking for face."

Xueman said with a smile: "Dad, you mean Professor Tang deliberately raised Wang Qian, so he wouldn't be ashamed of losing to Wang Qian last time?"

Xue Zhenguo: "this is normal operation."

Xueman nods and knows that this is indeed the normal operation of insiders.

It is also an operation that almost everyone will have.

Lost!

Then raise your opponent.

This can also raise yourself.

Bad?

OK!

Just

Both father and daughter believe that Professor Tang raised Wang Qian too high, too deliberately and too obvious.

This will backfire.

However, I have seen many people criticizing Tang Hepeng and even attacking the officials of Zhejiang University and many alumni of Zhejiang University.

Xueman whispered, "both Liu Shengnan and Jiang Xing publicly supported Wang Qian! Liu Shengnan also matched a couplet of Wang Qian... Listen to physics, such as in the fog, look at physics in the fog, ignore physics! What's the second couplet? So many homonyms."

Xue Zhenguo: "I saw Jiang Xingguo once. He was a responsible person among the young generation of writers and began to compliment Wang Qian! Did old Tang withdraw?"

Xueman opened Tang Hepeng's microblog. At this time, Tang Hepeng's microblog was very lively, but he didn't delete the evaluation of Wang Qian. He shook his head and said, "no, it seems that Professor Tang won't admit counseling."

Xue Zhenguo shook his head: "it's not wise for Old Tang to do so. What about Wang Qian himself? Didn't he say anything?"

Xueman opened Wang Qian's microblog and shook his head gently: "no, Wang Qian didn't talk about it for the time being. However, his fans are very active. Now this topic has become a hot topic."

Xue Zhenguo smiled and said, "Zhejiang University may not be so glorious in this exchange class."

Xueman's eyes brightened: "that's why they hold Wang Qian so much? Can it be said that so many people in Zhejiang University didn't take advantage of Wang Qian?"

Xue Zhenguo looked a little dignified and nodded: "maybe it is! They said again and again, Wang Qian published several excellent works in class..."

Xueman: "but I haven't seen anyone release these masterpieces yet..."

Xueman became interested and began to check the latest news back and forth between Tang Hepeng, official wechat of Zhejiang University and Liu Shengnan!

Suddenly!

Xueman exclaimed, "it's updated."

She just clicked on Tang Hepeng's microblog and found that Tang Hepeng's microblog updated a poem.

The West Lake is clear after the rain, by Wang Qian.

It's good when the water is clear, and it's strange that the mountains are empty and rainy.

If the West Lake is better than Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.

Xueman read it gently, and his eyes have begun to shine.

Xue Zhenguo has put his head together: "was it written by Wang Qian?"

Xueman nodded: "well, it was sent by Professor Tang. The author wrote Wang Qian! This poem is about the scenery after the rain in the West Lake. I feel good reading it!"

Xue Zhenguo frowned gently, looked carefully and said softly, "it's not just good. It's a good work. It won't lose to several literary giants in history who wrote the masterpiece of the West Lake!"

Don't lose to the famous works written by literary giants in history?

Xueman was surprised that his father gave such a high evaluation.

He knew that his father would not give a good evaluation easily, he often beat himself, and did not give a good evaluation to some middle-aged and young scholars in the circle.

This time, I gave Wang Qian such a high evaluation of this poem!

Xueman was stunned when he found that Tang Hepeng's microblog had been updated again. He quickly refreshed it and said in surprise: "jiangchengzi? Another jiangchengzi?"

Xue Zhenguo looked down at the screen and read: "I'm crazy about teenagers. I lead yellow on the left and green on the right. Diao Qiu in a brocade hat rides on a thousand rolls of Pinggang, follows the prefect to report the city, shoots tigers and looks at Sun lang."

Half read!

Xue Zhenguo paused a little and his eyes widened a lot.

Xueman is still in a state of stupidity, and is obviously surprised by this song.

Xue Zhenguo continued to read, and there was more excitement in his voice: "drunk, chest and courage are still open. There is a slight frost on the temples. Why not send Feng Tang in the festival clouds. He can draw a carved bow like the full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius!"

Bang

Xue Zhenguo slapped on the mahogany table and shouted, "good! Good! Good!"

There are three good in a row.

Then, Xue Zhenguo stared at this song carefully and wanted to analyze the internal meaning word by word!

Xueman also woke up, his eyes were full of light, looked at the word carefully, and whispered: "this jiangchengzi is very good!"

However!

Another message appeared on Tang Hepeng's microblog.

Xueman, click to open it now!

Father and daughter immediately stared.

Because it's another ancient word work!

Butterflies love flowers, Wang Qian.

Xueman said excitedly in his voice, "it's still Wang Qian's work. Butterflies love flowers. Flowers fade, red, green and apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water is surrounded by others. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world."

Hiss!

Xueman also stopped. His original delicate eyes stared big at the moment, like the cartoon eyes of shuilingling, but his eyes were full of shock and a trace of shock!

This last sentence is amazing and goes straight to the heart!

Then, Xueman's voice continued to read with a trace of trembling: "the swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the passers-by outside the wall, the beauty in the wall smiled. The smile gradually disappeared, the sound gradually became quiet, and the amorous was always ruthlessly annoyed."

Finish reading.

Both father and daughter became quiet. No one spoke anymore. They just stared at the microblog information on the screen and watched Tang Hepeng send out three works!

Every song

Are rare masterpieces!

Even in history, it seems that it is not bad compared with those excellent works handed down by famous literary giants through the ages

How could he?

How dare he?

How could he?

In the modern society where vernacular has been popular for a hundred years, ancient culture has almost disappeared and only exists in textbooks. Can such ancient poetry be written?

Why is he?

Is it based on the knowledge of Beiying performance department?

Or with the life experience of Haidilao hot pot store?

Father and daughter were shocked and had many questions!

This may also be the question and mood of all those who see these works at the moment.

However

It's not over.

Tang Hepeng's microblog was suddenly updated again.

The diffuse reflection of the snow turned on immediately.

Another butterfly love flower?

It seems that Tang Hepeng said on his microblog before.

However, most people were attracted by the high evaluation, and then started to spray, so they didn't care much about others!

At the moment, Xue Zhenguo and Xueman's father and daughter remembered that Tang Hepeng said that there were indeed two butterflies in love with flowers.

But why make two butterflies love flowers?

With a little doubt, they hurried to look up.

Xueman continued to read it gently.

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the residual light of grass and smoke, no one will lean on the fence."

Xueman paused and said in a slightly surprised way, "graceful words?"

Xue Zhenguo nodded with doubts in his eyes!

Wang Qian, it seems that several ancient Ci works written by him are not graceful!

Although the last song about butterflies in love with flowers wrote about factors such as spring scenery and secret love, it was not graceful, and the two songs about jiangchengzi were bold and unrestrained.

Now, suddenly, there is an obvious graceful ancient Ci work!

Obviously, it will surprise all those familiar with Wang Qian's works!

Xueman continued to read: "I plan to get drunk and sing about wine. Qiang Le is tasteless. My clothes are getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I'm haggard for Iraq."

"I don't regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider. I'm haggard for Iraq!"

Xue Zhenguo repeated the last two sentences again, and his eyes burst into a soul stirring light.

These two words!

It's really written in Xue Zhenguo's heart.

This is not only an expression of emotion to the beauty, but also an affirmation of the efforts made to pursue things!

No regrets, these two words are the inner core.

"Good, good, good, good!"

Xue Zhenguo shouted four good words in succession, one more good word than before. His hands have been clenched into fists, which shows how excited he is.

Xueman also has a buzzing brain.

These four works constantly bombard her mind, leaving her thoughts blank.

After a few minutes, Xueman gradually woke up and focused on the four works on the microblog!

At the moment, Tang Hepeng's microblog has exploded.

Just a few minutes.

The number of messages under Tang Hepeng's microblog exceeds 100000. For Tang Hepeng, who has only hundreds of thousands of followers, it is definitely the activity of super explosion.

"I cried after reading it. Is that brilliant? I understand Professor Tang's mood. Now in the domestic literary world, who dares to challenge these works? Who is the first person in ancient poetry and doesn't agree with him?"

"Woo woo woo, there is no grass anywhere in the world. Amorous people are always ruthlessly annoyed. I cried and reminded me of my girlfriend I talked about at school. Professor Wang's works really opened my eyes. It turns out that a person's talent can overflow so much!"

"I understand why so many people in Zhejiang University admire Professor Wang. Now I want to be professor Wang's student. Can Professor Wang read a postdoctoral?"

"I don't regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider. I'm haggard for Iraq. I've done my life! I'm crying."

"Is this professor Wang? I can't provoke, I can't provoke. From then on, the keyboard man will stay away from Professor Wang!"

"Ask Professor Wang to give a lecture in our double star University. I want to see Professor Wang's on-site writing. It must be great!"

"The official wechat of Zhejiang University has released a lecture video, you can go and have a look."

……

Posted a video of the lecture?

Xueman quickly clicked on the official micro blog of Zhejiang University and saw a long video below. He quickly clicked on it and found that it was two hours long.

Xue Zhenguo brought a chair and watched this two-hour video with his daughter Xueman!

……

Li Qingyao was participating in the program recording when she suddenly received a message from her good friend Yang Yu.

Yang Yu: "Yao Yao, go to the microblog to see the news of Wang Qian. He went to Zhejiang University to give a class, and now half of the literary circle has been blown up!"

Li Qingyao was absent-minded after reading the news. The program recording stopped a little. The director asked everyone to rest and adjust their state!

Li Qingyao quickly took out her mobile phone and looked carefully at her microblog. She found that there were already discussions around.

"Professor Zhejiang Datang just announced Wang Qian's works on his microblog. I'm going to cry when I read it. It's very good!"

"I like the saying that there is no grass at the end of the world."

"I like to broaden my dress belt. I don't regret it. I'm haggard for Iraq."

"No, no, no, I like me talking about juvenile mania..."

"That song about the West Lake is good..."

Li Qingyao listened to the people in the surrounding program group talking. Her heart itched. She quickly took out her mobile phone and looked at it!

Open the microblog, search for keywords such as Wang Qian and Zhejiang University, and immediately appear the news of Tang Hepeng, Zhejiang University official micro, and Liu Shengnan!

Liu Shengnan again?

Li Qingyao frowns!

Then, she first read Liu Shengnan's microblog and saw that Liu Shengnan specially went to Zhejiang University to listen to Wang Qian's open class. She also spoke highly of Wang Qian's talent and aired Wang Qian's signature!

Li Qingyao's face was expressionless and continued to look at Tang Hepeng's.

Read a few works.

Li Qingyao made a lot of effort in grasping the mobile phone, and her eyes widened.

Is this guy's talent going to break through the atmosphere?

Why?

Li Qingyao's heart is full of questions!

At this time, the director group shouted and began recording again.

Li Qingyao's mind echoed with several works and continued to record the program again.

……

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen sent Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong to the door of the villa before leaving.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue are already waiting at the door.

Both looked at Wang Qian strangely, with worship, shock and doubt!

obviously.

Both of them just saw several works of Wang Qian on their microblog. They were watching the lecture video released by Zhejiang University, but it was too late. When they heard the sound of parking, they knew that Wang Qian was back and hurried out to have a look!

Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong walk into the villa.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue were still walking, looking at Wang Qian in surprise and looking up and down!

Wang Qian looked at them strangely, especially Jiang Yu.

Murong Yue is a strange girl occasionally. It's not strange to make a mischief.

However, Jiang Yu has always been a Muggle, and he is not interested in anything except music and piano.

"Ginger, why are you broken by Xiaoyue? What are you doing?"

Wang Qian asked suspiciously.

Qin Xuerong and the two grew up together and knew more about them. He poured Wang Qian a glass of water, glanced at them and said, "they're nervous. Don't pay attention to them. I'll cook for you."

Murongyue: "I want to eat double cooked pork, more fat, thank you."

Jiang Yu ignored Qin Xuerong and said bluntly, "you gave a lecture at Zhejiang University today and published a new work?"

Wang Qian drank water and answered easily, "well, when giving lectures, give students a few examples to teach them how to write works that conform to the format and rhyme, so he wrote them easily."

Jiang Yu stared at Wang Qian: "easy?"

Murong Yue was speechless: "so, Wang Qian, did you study Versailles literature? Now Jiang Yu and I also want to learn. Can you give us an example?"

With a smile, Wang Qian stretched out his hand and said, "pen and ink serve!"

Jiang Yu immediately turned and ran to the tea table, took the paper and pen, and carefully handed them to Wang Qian: "here!"

Murong Yue was surprised: "are you really playing? Xiaoxue, come and take care of your husband. He will pretend to be forced again..."

Qin Xuerong just put on an apron in the kitchen. Hearing Murong Yue's words, he immediately trotted out and came up to Wang Qian: "why? Why?"

Jiang Yu stared at Wang Qian and pen and paper: "Wang Qian said he would teach us to write ancient poetry!"

Qin Xuerong looks at Wang Qian.

But he found that Wang Qian had picked up his pen and written on the paper.

Rustle

Rustle

The sound of paper and pen rubbing is very pleasant.

The three gathered around Wang Qian's body and quietly looked at every word written by Wang Qian.

All three heads stood around Wang Qian's head, looking at the paper without blinking, afraid of missing any detail.

Lines of text appeared on the paper.

Write quickly.

Wang Qian put down his pen, turned and went upstairs: "I'll take a bath. You can't understand it. Ask me later."

Murong Yue grabbed the paper and read it: "the young man doesn't know the taste of worry. He falls in love with the first floor and the second floor. He says worry in order to give new words."

"Now I know the taste of sorrow. If I want to say it, I want to say it. But it's cold and Autumn..."

Finish reading!

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu looked at each other and looked at each other. They could see a shocking and incredible emotion from each other's eyes!

This guy

Really, right in front of them.

Wrote an ancient word?

And

Read it!

Seems good?

They just read it once. I don't know whether it's good or not.

However, just reading so smoothly, they know that this work should not be bad.

This guy has so much talent that he can't hold it anymore? Overflow?

Can you be so reckless?

Murong Yue wants to read it again.

Pop!

Qin Xuerong grabbed the paper, quickly folded it and put it in his pocket. He said seriously, "well, just look at my husband's things. I'm going to put it away!"

Murong moon glared at Qin Xuerong: "you, you, you take it back, I haven't finished reading it!"

Jiang Yu also stared at Qin Xuerong and said impolitely, "Wang Qian wrote to me and Xiaoyue. He said he wanted to teach us, not to you. Give it back to us."

Qin Xuerong looked at them impolitely: "anyway, I won't give it. When I asked him, he said it was yours, I'll give it to you again!"

"You..."

Murong Yue didn't suffer. She rushed up and quarreled with Qin Xuerong.

Jiang Yu also came up to help, pressed Qin Xuerong on the sofa, rubbed his hair into a chicken nest, and forcibly took the paper from his pocket, which was the end.

Qin Xuerong was afraid to break Wang Qian's paper, so he didn't dare to resist too fiercely. They let them take it away proudly, and smiled and looked at him as a winner.

"You are not allowed to eat the food I cooked later."

Qin Xuerong threatened, arranged his hair and turned to the kitchen.

Murong Yue: "ginger and I order takeout."

Jiang Yu ignored them, opened the paper and looked at it carefully.

……

Wang Qian just lay in the bathtub and took a bath when the phone rang. It was not a strange phone.

It's Zhou Qinghua!

Wang Qian curiously connected: "director Zhou, aren't you busy preparing the next program?"

Zhou Qinghua said with a helpless smile, "ha ha, Wang Qian, Professor Wang. You are so talented. You forcibly stole the heat of our program group. It's powerful!"

Wang Qian said with a smile, "ha ha, I'm flattered. How can I win the heat of a good voice? I see that the program team and Chen Xiaowen are still hanging on the first and second hot spots. I'm only the third."

Zhou Qinghua: "you don't have a company or a studio to help hype and publicize. It's all up to you and loyal fans. It's against the sky to be a third. You haven't seen many films and stars promoting the National Day file recently. They smashed so many publicity resources and funds and didn't compete for you. They must be angry now!"

Wang Qian: "I don't want to. I also want to keep a low profile. I didn't expect Zhejiang University to be so depressed."

Zhou Qinghua: "you're too good! I didn't bother you to rest, did I?"

Wang Qian: "no, I'm taking a bath."

Zhou Qinghua: "well, let me discuss something with you. Someone suggested that you be invited to go on the program next time and make a work for us or your contestants. What do you think?"

All right!

See the heat of this explosion and Wang Qian's amazing talent.

The good sound program group is also greedy. They think of a way to rub the heat and improve the grade of good sound!

An ancient poem was pasted on his face.

All of a sudden, isn't the grade of the program up?

What programs recite ancient poems and what programs write idioms.

Can you write ancient poems?

of course!

The premise is that Wang Qian agrees and can write a good work.

Wang Qian was a little silent for a few seconds and said, "recently, I have released a lot of works. The inspiration I have accumulated in the past is basically hollowed out. There may be no works that can be taken out in a short time. Creating this kind of thing can not be customized in advance. Do you think so, director Zhou?"

Zhou Qinghua understood, but still sighed: "well, I knew it for a long time. Just ask you to try. I know this kind of thing is unlikely. That's OK. I'll disturb you. Look forward to your next performance."

Wang Qian: "OK, thank you, director Zhou."

Hang up!

Wang Qian shook his head gently.

Do you really think my ancient poems are Chinese cabbage? You can pick it up on the ground?

Smiled.

Wang Qian opened his mobile phone to browse the microblog and see how the situation is now.

Hum, hum

The phone vibrated again.

It's Huang Jun, his professor studying in Beiying.

It's on.

Wang Qian said politely, "Professor Huang."

Huang Jun sighed: "Wang Qian, your attainments in ancient poetry have shocked the whole Chinese literary world. It's amazing! I didn't see it in school before."

Wang Qian said, "ha ha, Professor Huang is flattered. That's what you taught."

Huang Jun: "Don't fool me. I know how much weight I have. I don't have the ability to teach you to write this. Don't talk about it, I'll tell you straight. I called you for an old friend of mine, Xueman girl. You should know that you have a lot of interaction on your microblog. This time, it's Xueman's father, Professor Xue Zhenguo. Let me call you. He officially represents Beijing University literature Department, I invite you to give an open exchange class on the culture of ancient poetry. "

"If you promise, you can set the time at will. They have no opinion."

Invitation from Beijing University?

Wang Qian frowned gently: "Professor Huang, you know, I've been very busy recently. If everything goes well, I may go abroad to perform soon, you know? So I may not have time to go to the capital in a few months. So, please decline for me. How about when I finish my good voice?"

Huang Jun: "well, I told him. He said, even if you can't invite you, I'll tell you in advance and express my sincerity. When you have time later, you must first promise them the invitation of Beijing University and don't be taken away by other schools! Hahaha, you don't know how popular you are now. The whole literary and academic circle wants to talk to you."

Wang Qian was surprised: "really? I'm so popular?"

Huang Jun: "that's for sure. Your works are no worse than those excellent works entered into the teaching materials. By the way, Lao Xue said that he would take a class to talk about your works in Beijing University, hoping to get your permission."

These top schools still pay great attention to their reputation and copyright.

Zhejiang University also told Wang Qian in advance, so Xu Wenwen told his works in class.

Now, Xue Zhenguo of Peking University also plans to tell students, so he also told Wang Qian in advance.

Only with the permission of Wang Qian, the original author, did they go to talk.

As for those other schools, I didn't tell Wang Qian.

However, Wang Qian will not tangle with this.

Wang Qian said casually: "of course, I'll explain it publicly on my microblog later. As long as it is used for academic explanation, you can use my works at will. However, if it is used for commercial profit, you must find me to buy copyright. I provide convenience for you, and you should respect my intellectual copyright!"

Huang Jun: "well, you are very thoughtful, so I won't talk much. By the way, your calligraphy is a brand-new font created by yourself?"

After two hours of video viewing!

Wang Qian's calligraphy is also one of the focuses of literary circles.

Because it is really rare for a beautiful and brand-new calligraphy to appear in this era.

No one can ignore it.

Wang Qian replied, "well, I wrote casually and figured it out slowly when I was bored in class. My name is thin gold body."

Huang Jun: "whose class makes you so boring?"

Wang Qian said with a smile, "no, I'm talking nonsense!"

Huang Jun was silent and then said, "you boy, I won't talk to you. Go ahead. If you come to Beijing to give an academic lecture next time, don't forget to go back to Beiying. No matter what career you have done and what works you have published, you are still my student. Don't forget to come back to your alma mater to give you a lesson!"

Wang Qian was surprised: "Professor Huang, I'm going back to Beijing Film Studio to give a lecture? What are you talking about? I don't have any TV and film works to talk about..."

Huang Jun: "anyway, I don't care. If you come to the capital at that time, you must go back to Beijing Film for a class. Even if you tell everyone about your literary works, you can!"

Go to Beiying for a literature class?

This operation.

It seems OK!

Anyway, Beiying also has a culture department.

Wang Qian said with a smile, "hahaha, let's talk about it at that time. If I go to the capital, I will contact you."

Huang Jun: "that's it. I'll hang up!"

Doodle doodle!

The phone hung up.

With a little joy and pride, Wang Qian opened the microblog page with his mobile phone.

I found that I was indeed the third in the hot news, only a little weaker than the heat of good voice and Chen Xiaowen.

However, good voice and Chen Xiaowen have been held up by the program group and the brokerage company behind them.

Wang Qian's popularity, he didn't spend a dime, and he brought it up completely with the help of others!

Even, after so long.

He himself didn't appear on the microblog.

Everyone spontaneously put him on top.

The number of people participating in the discussion has reached millions.

and.

Wang Qian found that most of his discussions were in the literary academic circle.

The entertainment industry does not participate much.

After all.

Those young fans in the rice circle may not be interested in literature. It's better to pay more attention to how tired and hard their love beans are.

Wang Qian just opened his microblog page and immediately it was full of messages.

More than one million speakers!

The number of followers increased by one million.

Now the total number of people paying attention has exceeded 16 million, has entered the super threshold, and is not far from the popularity ceiling of 12 million Chinese entertainment circles.

The message area is full of praise!

"I know for the first time that someone's talent can reach this level. Professor Wang, I'm convinced!"

"Since modern times, who has so many excellent works of ancient poetry by Professor Wang? It is said that Professor Wang is the first person in the field of contemporary ancient poetry. Is there anything wrong?"

"After watching Professor Wang's lecture video, I seem to have learned how to write ancient words. Then, I tried and found that I was really useless! It's not so easy to say. Professor Wang is a liar. It's difficult for me to find a few rhyming words, let alone write a work, which is deceptive."

"The whole literature department of Zhejiang University was subdued by Professor Wang alone, so he asked who else?"

"There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. I like this butterfly love flower very much."

"I don't regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider. I'm haggard for Iraq. My God, Professor Wang, how can you come up with such beautiful words? I really want to open your head and have a look!"

……

In addition to the praise of many fans.

Many people inside and outside the circle interact with Wang Qian.

Liu Jifeng: "elder martial brother, kneel down and worship the teacher! I like these works so much."

Zhao Lei: "Professor Wang, can't you hold your talent? I like both butterflies and flowers."

……

Sophie: "I was almost crying when I read Professor Wang's works. Why didn't I ask for an autograph for Professor Wang??? I regret..."

……

Li Qingyao: "I like your masterpiece very much. It's hard to calm down after reading it! Your handwriting is so beautiful. Can you sign for me next time?"

……

Li Qingyao unilaterally moved with himself?

Sign again?

Wang Qian did not reply to them.

But look at the situation in the academic circle.

Just opened the microblog of a famous writer who graduated from Shuimu University!

There was a question: "why? He is a singer who learns to perform and opens a hot pot shop. Why can he write these excellent works? Talent is not born, but must be learned and accumulated the day after tomorrow..."

Wang Qian smiled and replied, "talent is born! Don't believe it? Look..."