Chapter 151

Mordor, in an apartment.

Li Qingyao is sitting quietly in front of the TV, wearing fluffy pajamas, with her hair scattered at will. She holds a soft pillow in front of her body with her chin buried in the pillow, and her eyes are watching the TV picture closely.

The TV picture is the good voice of China that Jiangsu and Zhejiang satellite TV has just begun to broadcast live.

The host Daji came out with the microphone and said with a smile, "Hello, everyone. I'm seeing you again. Up to now, the good voice of this season has been coming, and players full of surprises have been appearing. It can be said to be the most wonderful season of good voice in the past ten years. It is also known as the strongest music talent show in China."

"As a host, I am also deeply honored. However, I always believe that our program is also a cultural program..."

When Li Qingyao saw this, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The host continued: "why? Because our good voice, whether teachers or players, is crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Chen Xiaowen last time and Professor Wang Qian and Wang in this issue are all representatives."

"A friend of mine is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of the University. When he was preparing lessons recently, he focused on Professor Wang's several literary works. Moreover, he said that he had spoken in class several times and had a good response. The students also enthusiastically participated and asked him to speak again. He had no choice but to continue to dig into Professor Wang's works and want to dig out some more connotation …”

There was applause at the scene.

Standing in the waiting area, Wang Qian also smiled and applauded. The photographer specially gave him a lens, and the audience all over the country could see his position.

Wang Qian's smile was somewhat helpless.

The host spoke as if the lecturer was forcing the connotation.

There are two trees in the yard, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree

The connotation of this sentence can be evaluated by tens of thousands of words

Wang Qian's memory is still fresh.

However, when he saw that the camera gave him, he immediately showed a brilliant smile.

The applause on the scene was even more enthusiastic.

The four tutors sitting in the position also smiled and applauded, and all looked forward to the calligraphy works presented by Wang Qian.

The host stood in the audience and quickly said, "however, many people only noticed how excellent professor Wang's literary works are. Only a few people noticed that Professor Wang's calligraphy is actually the top in contemporary times. He has created a calligraphy font and has been recognized by many people in the calligraphy circle."

"Professor Wang is known as the only calligraphy master who opened the school in modern times. Every time I came to host the program and met Professor Wang, I was a little nervous and afraid of bad performance. I was ashamed in front of Professor Wang, just like I was bad in front of the teacher."

The host's words made the scene laugh again!

Just like the last time a tutor said he didn't dare to say more when commenting on Wang Qian, he was afraid of being wrong.

Because Wang Qian is really not inferior to the four tutors in terms of status, and even surpasses them in the field of literature, music and art, so they dare not comment at will.

It's not like some music variety shows. The flow singer who is a trainee and a talent show is not a fire flow singer, but just a general fire flow singer. He dares to be a teacher in the program and comments on the works of famous older singers at will!

The four tutors, in front of Wang Qian, did not dare to make such random comments.

The host stopped talking nonsense and said, "this time, the four tutors asked Professor Wang for calligraphy together, and Professor Wang agreed. Moreover, Professor Wang also agreed that the director could write calligraphy for the four tutors on site. Then, before the contestants perform officially, let's ask Professor Wang to write four calligraphy works for the four tutors on site, so that we can see Professor Wang's calligraphy art!"

The host immediately raised his hand and began to applaud.

The applause at the scene also became more enthusiastic.

The four tutors even stood up and applauded. Everyone looked expectant and smiled.

Wang Qian walked out step by step. He bowed gently to everyone, gentle and elegant, and then came to the center of the stage. The tables and tables used for writing calligraphy, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, are all good standards.

The host handed the microphone to Wang Qian and said softly, "Professor Wang, what do you want to say to you now?"

Wang Qian only wanted to step down quickly and give the stage to other contestants who were about to sing on the stage, so he said directly, "there's nothing special to say, just to tell you. Music and literature are my two favorite arts, which can cultivate sentiment and stable character."

"When you are upset, you can calm down by talking about the piano and writing a word. People say I am a calligraphy master of Kaizong school. In fact, I dare not. Calligraphy is only one of my hobbies, which can't be compared with those real masters who have studied calligraphy all their life."

"Thin gold calligraphy was just made by me by chance. Everyone was interested and tried to write. There's no need to look too high! It's just a font..."

Finish.

Wang Qian picked up his brush, tried his hand, and brewing in his heart.

The host Daji listened to Wang Qian's words and looked at Wang Qian carefully to see whether Wang Qian was telling the truth or deliberately showing a modest character.

After all, creating a successful calligraphy font is not something anyone can do.

For thousands of years, there are only a few calligraphy fonts that can be handed down.

Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy font can be recognized by many people in the calligraphy circle, and even learn to copy. He is definitely qualified to be called a calligraphy master.

Wang Qian himself said he didn't accept it, put his position very low, and said that the calligraphy font he created was very ordinary.

Looking carefully, Daji felt that what Wang Qian said seemed to be true, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes!

But he didn't speak again.

Because what Wang Qian said may be controversial!

Your interests and hobbies have surpassed many masters who have studied for decades

Where are the faces of those masters?

Daji didn't dare to comment at will. Maybe he became the object of spray.

Wang Qian has begun to write!

The scene also kept quiet. The audience, tutors and many staff watched Wang Qian's actions from the big screen. Their eyes didn't blink. They didn't want to miss any details of Wang Qian's actions.

At the moment, tens of millions and even hundreds of millions of viewers across the country are staring at the TV screen and watching Wang Qian's actions.

……

In the mountain city, Xiao Dongmei sat gracefully and calmly in her chair, her face calm, but her eyes were slightly excited. She stared at the TV picture, held her right hand as if she had been holding a brush, and waved her arm gently, as if she were imitating Wang Qian's writing on TV.

Not far away, Xiao Dongcheng looked at his sister and said to his mother, "Mom, look at my sister!"

My mother said faintly, "what are you looking at? I'm one year old again!"

Xiao Dongcheng was speechless and continued, "Mom, I think I might like someone recently."

The mother immediately looked at her daughter with wide eyes and asked her son in a low voice, "is it Guo Zhuangzhuang who came last time? That man looks very energetic and seems to be a writer? I don't like his character very much."

Xiao Dongcheng shook his head: "it's not Guo Zhuangzhuang. Guo Zhuangzhuang was driven away by his elder sister. It's estimated that he doesn't dare to come again."

Mom: "who is that? Your sister is either teaching in class or reading and writing at home. Who can she see?"

Xiao Dongcheng smiled and looked at Wang Qian on the TV screen: "it should be him!"

Mom looked at the TV picture and was stunned: "this man? Wang Qian?"

Xiao Dongcheng nodded: "it should be. My sister specially came to me and asked me to help him download the video of Wang Qian writing calligraphy. I watch Wang Qian's video for a long time every day. I also study every work of Wang Qian. My mind is full of Wang Qian."

My mother frowned gently: "I heard from your father that Wang Qian is brilliant, and his talent achievements in music and literature have been regarded as a master. In the future, he will publish books and works and win several awards. He may be the person who carries the tripod in the domestic literary world or the master in the piano industry. Your father said that in less than 20 years, Wang Qian may be the national treasure master in the domestic literary world."

"Can people like your sister? Besides, can your sister deserve others?"

Mom looked puzzled.

Xiao Dongcheng looked at his mother silently and said, "Mom, you are really my sister's mother. Wang Qian is powerful and talented, but my sister is not bad. My sister is so beautiful and her works are very popular. She is also a professor of Yamaguchi University, a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, and has a place in the domestic literary world. These halos are not bad, okay?"

Mom: "then your sister stays at home all day. She hasn't been seen before. What's the use of liking it?"

Xiao Dongcheng frowned: "yes! I can't help it."

The mother and son looked at Xiao Dongmei with a sad face.

Xiao Dongmei is not distracted at the moment. She doesn't hear or care about the dialogue between her mother and her brother. She focuses all her attention on the TV picture.

I see.

Wang Qian is painting on the TV screen, and words appear one by one.

It's exactly the drunken flower Yin written by Xiao Dongmei many times recently!

Xiao Dongmei is familiar with every word and can no longer be familiar with it.

She has also imitated Wang Qian's thin gold handwriting many times.

But this time I saw Wang Qian write it himself.

Xiao Dongmei gradually had a clear understanding in her heart!

This word, originally, is written like this.

She waved her arms gently and turned her wrists slightly and flexibly, as if she were writing.

As like as two peas of Xiao Dongmei's arm and wrists are almost alike, the movements of Wang Qian's writing on the TV screen are almost the same.

Not far away, my mother whispered to Xiao Dongcheng, "Wang Qian's handwriting is really good! It's no problem to say that he is a master of contemporary calligraphy. He is too young, too junior, has no formed works, and has not won a grand prize, so his status is not recognized in the circle."

Xiao Dongcheng exclaimed, "what is invincible is his talent!"

The Xiao family is a scholarly family in the mountain city, so they have a lot of knowledge and know Wang Qian's talent and possible achievements in the future.

My mother nodded gently, "so your sister doesn't deserve others now."

Xiao Dongcheng smiled bitterly.

My sister is definitely my mother's own.

Identification completed.

……

West Lake City.

In an old family building in the East.

At the moment, LV Chunhu is standing in the living room with a table in the middle. There are white paper, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. He has picked up the brush, looked at the TV picture with both eyes, held the brush in one hand and wrote with Wang Qian's action.

Drunken flower Yin!

Finish!

On TV, Wang Qian put down his brush.

LV Chunhu also gently put down his brush, looked at his words and laughed: "hahaha, it's like three points."

I've practiced thin gold font for so long.

LV Chunhu's thin gold calligraphy itself has been quite popular. Now he writes with Wang Qian in the TV picture, imitates the font and imitates the action, and finally makes his thin gold calligraphy go further and write a little spirit!

LV Chunhu was very satisfied with this.

However, he saw on TV that Wang Qian gently put aside the written drunken flower Yin, and then continued to write a song of pruning plum blossoms.

LV Chunhu hurriedly put the written drunken flower Yin aside, adjusted his posture and mood, looked at the TV picture, and wrote with Wang Qian in the TV picture.

……

Capital!

In a quadrangle.

Xue Zhenguo is also sprinkling ink at the moment. He takes a look at Wang Qian in the TV picture, then lowers his head and quickly writes down thin gold characters.

Xueman didn't speak, but looked quietly, but he also held a brush in his right hand and imitated Wang Qian's writing in the air.

Neither father nor daughter spoke. They watched quietly and studied separately.

……

This moment.

All TV viewers in the country are attracted by Wang Qian's temperament at the moment!

It was a master temperament that seemed to be immersed in the field of calligraphy for decades, and there was a precipitated breath of Sinology all over.

Every time I write, every time I dip in ink, I am so calm and natural, full of details.

There has been a heated discussion on Weibo.

"Is this the real master? Kneel down! Those hyped so-called masters compare with Professor Wang, which is a clown and insults the word master. This is the real master."

"Seeing Professor Wang's words, I want to learn. Is it still time to buy Pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"I'm drunk! I don't understand, but I feel so powerful!"

"Is this a talent show? I'm afraid I didn't watch a fake good voice. Professor Wang instantly raised the good voice to a higher level."

"That's a nice word."

"This is the thin gold body created by Professor Wang? It's very beautiful. Professor Wang is also very handsome when writing."

"Ask for a picture of Professor Wang's handwriting. Kneel down! The price is easy to say. Some add me to chat privately."

"This is the real master. I'm a student of Zhejiang University. Our teacher Xu Wenwen said that her sister has a calligraphy written by Professor Wang himself, which is collected as a treasure and can be taken to the school. There is a room in our school with the blackboard written by Professor Wang in his last lecture. Without the permission of the Dean, most people can't go in and observe it."

"Drunken flower Yin, a pruning plum, Wuwu Wuwu, my two favorite works. If Professor Wang could give me one of them, I would die."

……

Scene.

All four tutors stood up from their seats and stretched their heads to look at Wang Qian in the middle.

Then, when Wang Qian finished writing a drunken flower Yin.

Regardless of their identity and live broadcast, the four tutors directly left their position and ran to Wang Qian. Their eyes still looked at Wang Qian, his brush and the words written in his pen.

Wang Jingyu, with a happy face, picked up the drunken flower Yin just written by Wang Qian and looked at it. There was a satisfied smile on his face.

The host Daji standing next to him was also full of longing and wanted a picture written by Wang Qian.

However, this is a live broadcast. He was embarrassed to say that he was afraid of being rejected, which would be a shame in front of the national audience.

Moreover, he also knew that his relationship with Wang Qian was general. It was too abrupt to ask for other people's words.

Therefore, he can only watch with hot eyes.

The five people stood quietly behind Wang Qian and looked at him without saying a word. They didn't dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing Wang Qian.

Wang Qian did not speak, and his mind was immersed in this artistic conception.

Art is very particular about artistic conception and mood.

That is the so-called inspiration!

At the moment, Wang Qian threw himself into it with his performance experience and found himself a state of mind.

So!

Writing is like God.

Cut the plum!

Slowly wrote it out.

Every word poured into his spirit.

Wang Qian didn't speak, but gently picked up the written word, looked at it, and then gently put it aside.

Without saying a word, Qin Han immediately picked it up and looked at it with a smile on his face. Then he aimed at the position of the camera and showed his complacency.

Pop pop

The audience wanted to applaud.

Qin Han and Wang Jingyu, Cui Wenfeng and Liu Junhua, and even the host Daji all made a silent move to the audience at the same time, indicating that everyone was quiet.

Therefore, as soon as the applause began, everyone quickly calmed down and dared not disturb Wang Qian.

Wang Qian thought with his eyes closed.

Everyone at the scene, as well as all TV viewers in the country, can see his current state.

Many people look at it with admiration on their faces!

This is the master!

What a master!

Lounge.

Murong Yue said to Qin Xuerong, "Xueer, your Wang Qian is great! He is a real master."

Jiang Yu: "I want to collect a word when I go back."

Murong Yue immediately said, "I want two!"

Qin Xuerong smiled with pride on his face. His eyes stared at Wang Qian in the picture. His affection seemed to turn into water. He whispered, "when he has a rest, I'll let him write two words for you."

Zhao Wei and he Fulin opened their mouths, but they didn't open their mouths. They looked at each other and could see the emotion in each other's eyes!

Dare not say!

It's not easy.

They have become very famous with Wang Qian this time and have been exposed to light.

And other people's calligraphy?

People should be satisfied!

……

Wang Qian closed his eyes, brewing a little emotion, then quickly opened his eyes and wrote like a god!

dragons and snakes follow one 's writing brush -- good penmanship.

Jiangchengzi!

I'm crazy about teenagers

A work was written quickly.

This is what Cui Wenfeng likes. He originally wanted to give his children a song of pruning plum or butterfly love flowers, but when he saw this picture of jiangchengzi, he couldn't help but take what he likes first. He couldn't wait!

Therefore, Cui Wenfeng quickly took over the calligraphy works handed over by Wang Qian. He was full of joy and couldn't close his mouth with a smile. The more he saw it, the more he liked it.

Although he doesn't practice calligraphy, he has been in the literary circle of the capital for so many years, and his appreciation level is also extraordinary. He knows that this is an absolutely excellent calligraphy masterpiece and likes to collect calligraphy works!

This calligraphy must be collected at home.

Finally, it's Liu Junhua.

Liu Junhua looked at Wang Qian eagerly. Just now, his hand was a little slow. He didn't get the song jiangchengzi. He regretted and stared at Cui Wenfeng.

Wang Qian brewed for a few seconds and wrote quickly!

Butterflies in Love with Flowers!

Flowers fade, red and green apricots are small

Liu Junhua didn't ask for anything but a picture of Wang Qian, so he was very happy to see this butterfly love flower.

This work can be said to be underestimated!

Many people talk about Wang Qian's drunken flower Yin, a pruning plum, jiangchengzi, Shi said and so on!

However, two butterflies love flowers is also an absolute masterpiece.

Liu Junhua especially likes the spring scenery of butterflies in love with flowers. The small emotions expressed in it are very good.

Seeing Wang Qian write this work, he is full of joy!

Brush and ink.

Wang Qian also quickly finished writing this butterfly love flower. The whole person was relieved. He handed this butterfly love flower calligraphy work to Liu Junhua and said with a smile: "a little tired! However, today's state is still good. I hope you like it."

Liu Junhua quickly took over and hurriedly said, "I like it. I'm sure I like it!"

Wang Jingyu said with a smile, "this is the best gift I have received this year, Professor Wang. Thank you."

Qin Han looked at his work: "what a good word!"

Cui Wenfeng still looked at his jiangchengzi and nodded: "it's really a good work..."

Wang Qiangang wanted to put down his brush. He saw that the pen and ink were not dry, and even a drop of ink fell on the paper.

Host Daji quickly came up to help and wanted to put this paper away.

However, Wang Qian pressed Daji's hand, looked at the ink on the paper, pressed the brush on the ink, and gently wrote a heavenly character along the ink.

Frown!

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