Chapter 141

Few ordinary people usually pay attention to things in the literary circle.

Which writer published what collection of poems.

Which writer wrote novels with humanistic feelings.

Which writer gives lectures at which school.

These

Basically no one outside the circle pays attention.

Who has the most works in the literary circle now?

Whose work won the prize?

No ordinary people pay attention!

Who are there in the writers' Association in the province? Who is the chairman of the Writers Association?

What works have members of the Writers Association written?

Not many ordinary people know.

It seems that literary circles and ordinary people have become two unrelated worlds.

Until, Wang Qian appeared.

The literary circle has never received so much attention.

Guo Zhuangzhuang released the microblog of Xiao Dongmei's works, quickly got tens of thousands of people's praise and forwarding comments, and the data improved very quickly.

This is the heat Guo Zhuang has never had and the attention he has never felt.

Previously, the number of followers of his microblog was only hundreds of thousands, which he spent five years operating. In the circle of writers, it is already relatively high.

However, in more than an hour, the number of people he paid attention to rose by tens of thousands, more than he usually increased in more than a month.

On the microblog, many people are paying attention to the interactive news of Wang Qian and Guo Zhuangzhuang on the microblog.

Therefore, Guo Zhuangzhuang has rubbed a wave of heat.

Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua are looking at Guo Zhuangzhuang's microblog together in the office.

After reading this song, cut plum!

A trace of surprise flashed in Tang Hepeng's eyes: "this graceful word is very good! It's the best ancient word I've ever written except Professor Wang. Even among many excellent ancient works, it can be regarded as a popular work. Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was written by his friend? Who is it?"

Bai Hua looked down at Xueman's microblog and hurriedly said, "it's Xiao Dongmei! Xiao Dongmei, a professor of Chinese Department of Shancheng University, graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University ten years ago. I met her once."

Birch's mind came up with a woman who was as calm as water at any time. At first glance, she was not surprised, but she was absolutely impressive. The more she wanted to think, the more she felt good-looking.

Only Liu Shengnan and Xiao Dongmei of the opposite sex can impress him so deeply.

Tang Hepeng's eyes brightened: "Xiao Dongmei? Xue Zhenguo's student! It's her. This girl is a rare real pure scholar. If it's her, it's not surprising. It's normal to write such works with her scholarly attitude. That is, how can Guo Zhuangzhuang be friends with her?"

The birch asked, "what's the matter?"

Tang Hepeng said with a smile, "it's not that I despise Guo Zhuangzhuang. I think Guo Zhuangzhuang doesn't deserve to be friends with her."

Bai Hua was stunned. Then she thought about it and nodded in agreement: "indeed! Guo Zhuang is very selfish, likes speculation and does everything by any means. Xiao Dongmei is pure and devoted to learning, so she can write such works. If she precipitates for a few years, she must be a contemporary literary giant! I have seen many peers, and Xiao Dongmei's talent can rank second."

Tang Hepeng asked, "who is the first?"

Bai Hua said with a smile, "of course it's Professor Wang! Second, Xiao Dongmei, third, Liu Shengnan!"

Tang Hepeng thought for a moment, but was noncommittal.

As the saying goes, nothing is first.

Just

These works released by Wang Qian during this period make the word "Wen Wuyi" uncontroversial.

Because!

Among the contemporary literati, really no one can write ancient poetry works that can compete with them.

If they say novels and other literary fields, they must dare to talk to Wang Qian.

However, the field of poetry.

Everyone tacitly accepted Tang Hepeng's last evaluation of Wang Qian.

The first person in the field of contemporary ancient poetry.

Tang Hepeng took a closer look at Xiao Dongmei's works and sighed, "unfortunately, Xiao Dongmei is a student of Lao Xue. If only she were a student of Zhejiang University."

There is Xiao Dongmei, the student.

Tang Hepeng can imagine that a few years, decades later, Beijing University will add another literary giant.

Xue Zhenguo will also become famous.

Zhejiang University?

At present, Zhejiang University has no play.

Bai Hua whispered, "if Liu Shengnan doesn't make music, he may not lose to Xiao Dongmei."

Liu Shengnan?

Tang Hepeng frowned gently, sighed regretfully, shook his head and said nothing.

That year, Liu Shengnan, a graduate student, decided to leave Zhejiang University to get a doctor of music from central music. Tang Hepeng tried to persuade him several times, but it was useless, so he had to let him leave.

Tang Hepeng also believes that if Liu Shengnan can make a good study of literature, he will also have the opportunity to become a literary giant in the future.

Just as it is now one of the top divas in pop music.

Bai Hua thought for a moment and whispered, "Professor Tang, what do you say if we leave Professor Wang at Zhejiang University? Isn't this ready-made?"

Tang Hepeng was stunned and then frowned: "Lao Chen proposed to give a lecture to Wang Qian last time, but Wang Qian refused, because Lao Chen asked to come to at least one class a semester, and Wang Qian said he had no time to refuse. Later, at a meeting, Lao Chen proposed to give Wang Qian an honorary professor of Zhejiang University, like Zhejiang Yin, unlimited class time and professor level treatment, but he was pressed down by the school leaders."

"School leaders believe that Wang Qian is still too young and his qualifications are not enough. If Zhejiang University does so, it will become a joke in the circle."

Bai Hua smiled: "it's too young again. Ha ha, I've heard this word too many times."

Bai Hua wanted to join the writers' Association a few years ago, but Fang Guoshu refused, saying that Bai Hua was too young to talk about it in a few years.

Bai Hua points to Wang Qian's microblog and looks forward to: "let's see how Professor Wang returns to Xiao Dongmei's first pruning plum. In fact, Professor Wang's last drunken flower Yin is enough to go beyond the level of this pruning plum. However, I think Professor Wang should not use one work to respond to Xiao Dongmei's two works back and forth."

Tang Hepeng also stared at the computer screen.

Bai Hua: "Professor Wang hasn't replied yet."

Tang Hepeng picked up the brush and slowly wrote Xiao Dongmei's prune with the thin gold body he had practiced for some time.

……

Mountain city!

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood on the roof and watched Xiao Dongmei continue to stand in front of the desk and write calligraphy. The other party's focused and calm state seemed as if nothing had happened and she didn't exist.

Guo Zhuangzhuang just wanted to leave here quickly. He picked up his mobile phone and looked. He saw that Wang Qian hadn't returned yet.

Almost half an hour has passed.

He has sent more than 100000 microblog messages, forwarded likes, and more than 10000 comments.

"Dongmei, Wang Qian hasn't returned yet."

Guo Zhuang Zhuang broke the silence by taking the initiative to speak.

Xiao Dongmei didn't speak, nor did she pay attention to Guo Zhuangzhuang. She just wrote the words one stroke at a time. Until the paper was full, she put down her pen and said, "I heard that Wang Qian left a brand-new calligraphy created by him when you gave lectures at Zhejiang University, which is called thin gold body, isn't it?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang nodded: "yes, Professor Lv Chunhu is very respected. He carried the blackboard home and studied it for some time. It has begun to take shape."

Xiao Dongmei put away the written words and spread a piece of white paper again: "if you still want to see me next time, bring a blackboard written by Wang Qian."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly: "Dongmei, please forgive me. Now there are only schools and Professor Lu. But they are very precious. Professor Lu and director Chen have quarreled over the blackboard. Many calligraphers want to borrow it, but director Chen doesn't borrow it, and then they go to school by themselves."

"Do you think I have the face to bring you a blackboard from school?"

Xiao Dongmei didn't look at Guo Zhuangzhuang. Looking at her own words, she said faintly, "then you don't have to see me again in the future."

Although Guo Zhuangzhuang has a little regret in his heart, he also has a relief.

I've been a licking dog for more than a year.

Guo Zhuangzhuang recognized it clearly.

A woman like Xiao Dongmei can't handle it by herself!

Not worthy.

I'm not sure.

Xiao Dongmei met him several times and didn't even look at him many times.

If you don't come, don't come.

Guo Zhuangzhuang was silent. He just wanted to leave quickly. He picked up his mobile phone and looked again. He found that Wang Qian had not replied.

I can't help thinking.

Did Wang Qian pretend to be dead and keep silent because he didn't respond to his works for the time being?

……

After Wang Qian released the drunken flower Yin.

Qin Xuerong was very happy after reading it, and then... They went to the bathroom to take a bath.

An hour or so passed.

Both of them were too hungry to come out.

After all, I haven't had breakfast yet.

Murong Yue shouted downstairs, "Qin Xuerong, are you going to starve me and Jiang?"

Qin Xuerong put on his clothes and went downstairs to cook.

Wang Qian followed him downstairs.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu sat down on the sofa without image to brush their mobile phones and saw them downstairs.

Murong Yue said without hesitation, "you two are really enough. You don't eat and exercise for so long in the morning. Jiang and I are starving to death. Qin Xuerong, hurry to cook!"

Qin Xuerong felt guilty, so he didn't talk back to Murong Yue, lowered his head and quickly went to the kitchen to cook.

The thickness of Wang Qian's face had ignored this degree of ridicule, so he naturally sat opposite them and asked, "why don't you make something to eat by yourself?"

Murongyue: "Xiaoxue said to take care of the rice. Jiang and I just eat."

Jiang Yu looked at Wang Qian and asked, "didn't you read microblog?"

Wang Qian nodded: "I didn't see it just now!"

Both of them turned red.

What was Wang Qian doing just now.

They all heard it.

The villa is too big and empty, so the sound insulation is also very ordinary.

Of course, Qin Xuerong didn't control his voice.

Jiang Yu looked away from Wang Qian and whispered, "take a look. Just now, Guo Zhuangzhuang sent another work. I look very good. You haven't replied for nearly an hour. Everyone says you're afraid."

Murong Yue: "I think Xueman said that Guo Zhuang's hair is the work of Xiao Dongmei."

Jiang Yu nodded: "well, it should be Xiao Dongmei. Guo Zhuangzhuang is a liar. He can't write such a good work."

Murong Yue: "let me say, Wang Qian, don't go back. Your drunken flower Yin itself is enough, and it's better than Xiao Dongmei's pruning plum!"

Dong Dong Dong

There was a knock on the door outside.

Wang Qian and Jiang Yu were stunned by Murong Yue.

Murong Yue shouted rudely to Qin Xuerong in the kitchen, "Qin Xuerong, someone knocked at the door. Is someone coming today?"

Qin Xuerong replied loudly, "I don't know. Go and open the door."

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu sat there motionless and looked at Wang Qian at the same time!

Wang Qian wondered, "what do you think I do?"

Murong Yue: "you are Xiaoxue's boyfriend. You are half the host. You have guests. Shouldn't you open the door?"

Wang Qian looked at them silently, shook his head and smiled. He knew that Murong Yue and Jiang Yu deliberately looked at their faces, so he got up and opened the door.

The man standing at the door let Wang Qian stare.

He thought it might be he Dongming, Zhao Wei and he Fulin.

After all, he doesn't know many people in Xihu city. He Dongming is the only friend who can come home.

But

little does one think.

As soon as I opened the door, there stood two beautiful girls like twins.

Xu Wenwen, Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Wenwen wears pink casual clothes. He doesn't wear formal clothes when he came last time. He doesn't have the momentum of strong women. He has more lovely and invincible youth.

Xu Xiaoxiao was dressed in the school uniform of zheyin and had a quiet temperament. When he saw Wang Qian open the door, there was a blush on the baby's fat face, and then quickly returned to normal. Looking at Wang Qian, he smiled and bowed gently and said, "Professor Wang, my sister and I came to visit you and want to ask you some calligraphy problems. Excuse me."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Xu Wenwen's eyes. She was dragged by her sister. She was embarrassed to come, but she said politely: "Professor Wang, didn't you bother you?"

After Wang Qian was stunned for a while, he quickly returned to normal, gave way to his steps, stretched out his hand and said, "don't bother, come in. I just got up for a while. I have nothing to do today, just rest. Welcome to be a guest!"

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao didn't come for the first time, but they came for the first time when guests came to visit. They came in and changed their slippers. When they saw Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, they said hello again.

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoyue, Jiang, Hello!"

Xu Wenwen: "hello."

Jiang Yu smiled and nodded. He didn't speak.

Murong Yue waved and shouted, "smile, sister Wen, you're coming. Come and sit down."

Murong Yue got up and took them to sit down.

Several people were familiar with it, so they soon became unfamiliar and chatted.

Wang Qian went to get some drinks and snacks and put them down. He was about to leave.

Xu Wenwen shouted, "Professor Wang, you can't go."

Wang Qian: "it's all right. You talk first. I'll make breakfast for Xuerong. We'll have some later. After that, we'll talk about calligraphy."

Xu Wenwen said quickly, "I want to ask you about the work of drunken flower Yin."

Then she took out a folder from her bag. There was a stack of paper in it. She spread the paper on the table.

Xu Xiaoxiao also immediately said, "there's mine!"

She also took out a piece of paper and opened it. It said that Wang Qian had just released his drunken flower Yin on his microblog.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu came together and looked carefully.

Jiang Yu said softly, "they are all Wang Qian's thin gold body?"

Xu Xiaoxiao said, "well, my sister and I wrote according to the video of Professor Wang lecturing with us at Zhejiang University. I also borrowed the blackboard Professor Wang left at school last time."

Xu Wenwen: "it's not well written. It's time to teach others."

Wang Qian looked carefully and found that the words of the two sisters were well written.

Although, certainly not as good as Wang Qian.

But it's definitely an introduction.

In such a short time, you can start a new calligraphy font.

The sisters are very talented.

Of course, this also has something to do with their profound heritage after practicing calligraphy for many years.

Wang Qian nodded: "it's well written. Is this why you came to me?"

Xu smiled and looked at Wang Qian: "well, my sister and I like this drunken flower Yin very much."

Xu Wenwen: "we are both idle at home. We like your works published on your microblog very much. We came to ask Professor Wang about this work and calligraphy."

Wang Qian commented a little: "the handwriting is pretty good. Just continue to practice more. I don't have to write a post for you."

Xu Xiaoxiao said hurriedly, "I still need Professor Wang's calligraphy."

Xu Wenwen: "what about this work? Professor Wang, how did you write such a good work of graceful words? It's entirely from the perspective of our women. At first glance, I can't believe you wrote it. It's amazing."

Xu Wenwen took a closer look at this drunken flower Yin. She loved it every time.

After dusk, there is a faint fragrance in the sleeves. Don't lose your soul. The curtain rolls with the west wind. People are thinner than yellow flowers.

It's fascinating to read!

Wang Qian explained, "I'm an actor!"

After a pause, Wang Qian said with a smile, "I can play a woman, too."

Four pairs of eyes stared at Wang Qian and blinked.

Murong Yue asked suspiciously, "women's clothing boss?"

Wang Qian stared at Murong Yue and said, "get out!"

Then, Wang Qian explained many details of this drunken flower Yin.

Just explain it to the four people present.

It's like opening a small stove.

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao carefully wrote down every word Wang Qian said.

Xu Wenwen, in particular, is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Zhejiang University. She has planned to talk about this drunken flower Yin in class next week. Now she can get the explanation of the original author Wang Qian. She is more confident to give a lecture and is not afraid of making a fool of herself.

After speaking for more than ten minutes, Wang Qian said, "that's about it..."

Xu smiled curiously and asked, "Professor Wang, Xiao Dongmei sent another song of pruning plum behind her. Why don't you reply?"

Xu Wenwen touched his sister with his arm and asked her to speak carefully. Don't mention this.

It has been about an hour since Guo Zhuangzhuang released his works, and there is no news on Wang Qian's microblog.

Many people in the literary circle believe that Wang Qian may not have any works for the time being, so he kept silent.

Such things are not uncommon. Keep silent first, and then casually find an excuse to perfunctory it. It's OK to live in face.

Xu Wenwen thinks so.

However, Xu Xiaoxiao doesn't think so.

She felt that Wang Qian was definitely not silent because he had no works.

Even if there is no work, Wang Qian, such a responsible person, will never remain silent and pretend to be dead. He will definitely stand up and make it clear.

So she asked and wanted to know the real reason.

Jiang Yu smiled.

Murong Yue laughed directly, then fell on the sofa and giggled like a pigeon.

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao didn't know, so they looked at Murong Yue and Jiang Yu curiously.

Wang Qian was a little surprised. Ignoring the laughter of Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, he replied casually: "Oh? She wrote another song, a pruning plum? I didn't see it. At that time, something was too busy, so he didn't read the microblog. That's the time."

Xu Wenwen stared: "you didn't see it? So you didn't return?"

Murong Yue smiled and said seriously, "yes, he was very busy just now. Jiang and I can testify."

Wang Qian glanced at them, and the two guys obviously made fun of them maliciously: "you don't have to testify. If you don't see it, you won't see it. If you don't reply, you won't lose a piece of meat."

Xu smiled sweetly.

She believed everything Wang Qian said.

She knew that Wang Qian did not pretend to be dead and silent because he had no works.

She believes that Wang Qian is not such a person.

Wang Qian took out his mobile phone, opened his microblog, looked at it, and said softly, "let me see this song. The other party is Xiao Dongmei?"

Xu Wenwen nodded: "well, Xiao Dongmei is a professor in the Chinese Department of Shancheng University. She graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University with a doctorate. She is a student of Professor Xue. She is Xueman who often interacts with you. It is said that Xiao Dongmei is the most talented student in the Chinese Department of Peking University in more than ten years. Moreover, she is very low-key, hardly shows up in public and has published two poetry collections."

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Guo Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to deceive Xiao Dongmei. He sent Xiao Dongmei's works to you. It's a villain."

Xu Wenwen: "however, I think Xiao Dongmei's pruning plum is still very good. It is a rare good work in modern times."

Wang Qian leaned on the sofa, relaxed and casual. He did not have the elegance and easygoing of a writer in the class of Zhejiang University, nor the confidence and elegance of an artist in the class of Zhejiang music, nor the arrogance and mania that I am the center of the world on the stage!

Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that the distance between himself and Wang Qian seemed to be much closer, just like facing his good friends.

Wang Qian didn't speak. He looked at his microblog and found that there were many messages under the microblog.

"Why doesn't Professor Wang speak? Comment on Guo Zhuang's pruning plum. I think many people say it well."

"Professor Wang, they all say you're counselled. Say a word."

"Professor Wang, where have you been?"

"Professor Wang, where are people? Don't counselle."

"Professor Wang, Guo Zhuangzhuang said you pretended to be dead."

"Professor Wang, some people say you admit defeat!"

……

Many of Wang Qian's fans are basically ordinary people, so they are easy to be rhythm, although they all support Wang Qian.

However, they are still influenced by the comments of many so-called experts and scholars.

Wang Qian did not blame them for this.

This cannot be avoided.

They are also concerned about chaos.

He first went to Guo Zhuangzhuang's microblog to see a cut of plum released by the other party.

Read it quickly!

Wang Qian couldn't praise it in his heart.

tell the truth.

If you don't copy.

Wang Qian thinks the talent of the other party can dump himself ten blocks!

His appreciation ability is still good. After reading it once, I know that this work is a really rare masterpiece in modern society. It is also a good work in ancient times. Even if it is not a masterpiece for thousands of years, it is not much worse. It may be handed down.

Anyway, he was in another world in his previous life and had never seen anyone write ancient words of this level at that time.

Such works, such talents.

You have to praise.

Wang Qianfa said on his microblog: "I'm sorry, everyone. There was a delay just now, so I didn't read the microblog and didn't reply at the first time, which made everyone misunderstand. I'm sorry."

"This plum cutting by Xiao Dongmei, issued by Guo Zhuangzhuang, is very good and is a rare masterpiece. To tell you the truth, I am very surprised to see such a work appear. The author's attainments in graceful words make me ashamed."

"For this reason, I can't type this work, which is disrespect for Xiao Dongmei."

Finish.

Wang Qian sent it out.

Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen didn't surround Wang Qian to see his mobile phone. It was impolite.

But all four are waiting for Wang Qian's microblog to refresh information with their mobile phones.

Ding!

The four saw Wang Qian's new news at the same time.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu haven't looked carefully yet.

Wang Qian put down his mobile phone and stood up. His momentum changed. A unique domineering spirit of literati came out. Lang said, "Xiaoyue, ginger, pen, ink, paper and inkstone serve!"

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu didn't think much. Hearing Wang Qian's words, they instinctively left their mobile phone and ran to the inner room to get paper, brush, ink and inkstone.

Both Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen looked at Wang Qian in surprise.

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Professor Wang, do you want to write it down?"

Wang Qian nodded: "of course, write it down, take a video or send a photo. This is my respect for her. To be honest, this song cut plum is the most talented euphemism I have ever seen. You must talk to the author when you have the opportunity."

Xu Wenwen: "this plum cutting by Xiao Dongmei is really good! It's a little worse than Professor Wang's works and several grades better than other contemporary works. I'm going to have a chance to talk to my classmates in class next time."

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu quickly ran back, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly placed on the big desk next to them.

Xu Xiaoxiao quickly went over to help polish the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue spread a piece of paper.

Xu Wenwen took out his mobile phone, opened the video, adjusted the angle, and wanted to record this scene.

Wang Qian stood in front of the table, closed his eyes and brewed up his momentum and mood.

Xu Xiaoxiao said nothing.

Continue to grind ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue press the paper with a paperweight.

Murong Yue took the brush and handed it to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian naturally enjoyed the service of the four. He reached for the brush handed over by Murong Yue, and then stained it on the ink developed by Xu Xiaoxiao.

Then, Wang Qian calmly waved and sprinkled ink with his arm.

The brush moves quickly on the white paper.

One after another very personal style of thin gold text appeared on white paper.

Cut the plum!

Three words appear.

The pupils of several people present were frozen.

coming!

coming!

Here he is!

At the same time, Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao said in their hearts that it was true.

Guo Zhuangzhuang made a drunken flower Yin for the first time.

Wang Qian also returned a drunken flower Yin, which was several grades better than the other party's drunken flower Yin.

Then, Guo Zhuangzhuang made another great progress.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both guessed that Wang Qian might write a cut plum work with the same word card to respond!

Now I see the three words "cut plum" appear on the paper.

The two sisters looked at each other, smiled and looked forward to Wang Qian and his brush.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were surprised. At the same time, they were also used to Wang Qian's style, so they were soon relieved and just focused on the words gradually appearing on the paper!

Red lotus root fragrance, remnant jade mat autumn.

Take off your clothes and go to the blue boat alone.

Who sent brocade books in the clouds.

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full in the West building.

The four people all stared wide, watching the words appear one by one, and their breathing sounds were much lower.

After cooking porridge, Qin Xuerong, who came over in an apron, also stood there quietly with a spoon in his hand and looked at Wang Qian without blinking.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen learn from each other, so they feel the most.

This is shangque.

Let their hearts shake!

splendid!

I can't help but miss it.

However, he was afraid to disturb Wang Qian.

Therefore, both of them held back their impulse and stared excitedly at the pen in Wang Qian's hand and at every word written by Wang Qian.

Flowers float away and water flows by itself.

One Acacia, two idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Just under the eyebrows, but on the heart.

Hoo

Not Wang Qian's breathing.

It was a heavy breath from the other five beauties at the same time.

Xu Xiaoxiao even covered her mouth. There was a trace of tears trembling in her eyes. She was afraid of crying out!

This word.

Written in her heart!

There is no way to eliminate this situation. I only frown, but it goes to my heart!

Isn't that her recent mood?

Every day, Wang Qian's figure will constantly emerge in her heart.

I think of him when I play the piano, when I write, when I eat, when I sleep, I still dream of him.

As like as two peas in this poem, Xu smiled and watched the impulse to cry, as if Wang Qian understood his heart.

Xu Wenwen's expression was also a little intoxicated. It was obviously this song that attracted him.

Murong Yue, Jiang Yu and Qin Xuerong are not literary students, but their literary literacy is not weak. They all see the extraordinary of this work at a glance.

In particular, as women, they feel that this song cut plum is really written in their hearts!

Excellent!

It's like reading your mind.

splendid!

Qin Xuerong took a spoon, but he couldn't help his excitement. When he saw Wang Qian put down his brush, he rushed up directly and put his arms around Wang Qian's neck. His voice was choked: "it's good to write, husband, I love you!"

Qin Xuerong felt that this song cut plum is about her mood of liking Wang Qian more than a month ago.

I see Wang Qian every day, but I can't!

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu looked at the words on the white paper and were stunned for a while. They felt very deep in their hearts. They raised their eyes and looked at Qin Xuerong with envy. Then they both smiled slightly and imperceptibly.

Wang Qian patted Qin Xuerong on the shoulder, rubbed his randomly tied hair, deeply breathed the taste between the hair, and whispered, "I love you too!"

Qin Xuerong's tears couldn't stop. They dropped. He quickly wiped his tears. When he saw that Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen were still there, his face became crimson: "I, I'll cook."

With that, Qin Xuerong quickly turned and walked to the kitchen.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen wake up.

Xu Wenwen said in a trembling voice, "Professor Wang, do you want to release this work?"

Her tone was obviously respectful, and there was even a trace of worship in her eyes!

Seeing such a favorite work come out with her own eyes has had an indescribable impact on Xu Wenwen, a literary student. She is even willing to kneel down and worship Wang Qian now!

Wang Qian took a drink from the water cup on the table and nodded: "well, send me the video and I'll send it on my microblog."

Xu Wenwen nodded. After adding Wang Qian's wechat, he sent the video. Seeing that he was also Wang Qian's friend, he felt inexplicably proud and proud!

Now she feels the feeling of her sister Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who had taken two steps forward, gently put away the works written by Wang Qian, looked at Wang Qian and said, "Professor Wang, can you give me this word?"

Wang Qian nodded indifferently: "yes, take it. I can't give you calligraphy for the time being. If you and your sister want to see it, you can have a look at this first."

Xu Xiaoxiao showed a big smiling face and carefully put it away: "thank you."

Wang Qian nodded and forwarded the video sent by Xu Wenwen to his microblog.