Debut After Eight Years

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian expectantly and said, "Oh? Professor Wang is about to splash ink? Some time ago, I heard rumors in the circle that there is now a great newcomer in the Huaxia calligraphy circle. He has created his own calligraphy at a young age. A calligraphy font, beautiful and freehand, has condensed the charm of a master."

"It was only later that I found out that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I studied Professor Wang's thin gold font, which is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have also practiced it for a while recently, but unfortunately I am too old to do what I want. .”

"It's a great blessing to see Professor Wang in person today."

Tao Zhishan smiled and said, "Professor Li is also the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association."

okay.

The deputy head of the National Orchestra, and the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association, what else?

To be able to vote in the ministry, it is estimated that there is some identity within the system...

Wang Qian didn't dare to ask anyway.

Otherwise, he would know too much.

Li Xiyan smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's just idle work. I haven't been to the association for several years to participate in activities. I heard that the calligraphy association is very active recently, and everyone is discussing your thin gold calligraphy fonts. Opinions are very different. Wang The appearance of you, Professor, has made the literary world, which was originally a stagnant pool, become active."

Li Xiyan is a figure of the Taishan Beidou level in the cultural circle of the capital, so he is also qualified to say this.

Several ancient poems and works of Wang Qian, as well as several modern poems, as well as thin gold calligraphy works, have made the literary world that has been silent for more than ten or twenty years become very active, and almost everyone is discussing about him. The matter, the debate continues.

Wang Qian had already reacted, and glared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, who stood there obediently without speaking.

"Oh? Professor Li won the award. I saw some comments that my calligraphy is very controversial. There are not many people who support me, but the number of people who belittle me is unclear."

Wang Qian said very modestly: "I am still young, and I am still far from the master."

Li Xiyan: "Time will eventually prove something. Today I will personally see Professor Wang's thin gold calligraphy. I am back in the capital, so I can talk to my friends in the Calligraphy Association."

Wang Qian stood up and smiled, "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu, and Murong Yue quickly cleared the dining table, covered it with a layer of solid wood, and took out Wang Qian's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them one by one.

Qin Xuerong must have personally done the job of grinding the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared Wang Qian's pen and paper.

Everything is ready.

Wang Qian smiled and nodded to Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui before walking over.

Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui got up and followed, standing in front of the table without saying a word, just watching seriously.

He Chaohui is the most casual, because she has no interest in calligraphy, and she doesn't know much about calligraphy. She is just a little curious and expects whether Wang Qian's calligraphy performance will be recognized by Li Xiyan.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both upper-level figures in the cultural circle of the capital, and Li Xiyan is an old-timer in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly affect some of the Beijing cultural circle's views on Wang Qian.

That's why Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter, wanting Wang Qian to write calligraphy works in public.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan looked at it most seriously.

Slim gold calligraphy has become the most popular on the Internet in the past two days, and they have all paid attention to it.

Because Wang Qian's activity of donating calligraphy on Weibo has attracted a lot of attention. Even people who don't usually surf the Internet can hear it from people around them.

Moreover, Wang Qian's calligraphy also caused bidding competition among fans, and it was reported that it was sold at a super sky-high price of more than two million.

This is simply an extremely high price that cannot be found among contemporary calligraphy masters who are still alive.

Therefore, both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan wanted to see it closely.

What is Wang Qian's calligraphy level?

What is the beauty of thin gold calligraphy fonts?

I see.

Wang Qian picked up the brush and didn't write directly, but stood in front of the table, constantly brewing in his heart the inner artistic conception of the two divination poems, Yongmei, and the charm of each thin gold font.

Calligraphy fonts must be full of energy and energy, and calligraphers must concentrate their energy and energy on it.

Like the so-called masters who show off their ugliness, they don't have any calligraphy spirit.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Wang Qian's spirit gradually became unrestrained and elegant, as if he was an expert outside the world, and there was a cold aloofness on his body.

It seems to be an expert outside the world, and it seems to be a winter plum blooming in the ice and snow in winter...

Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy, especially Li Xiyan has practiced calligraphy for thirty or forty years, and one foot has already set foot on the threshold of a master, but he has not been able to step into this door.

Therefore, both of them were slightly shocked at the moment.

Because this is exactly the realm that both of them are pursuing.

This is the realm of master-level calligraphy.

Li Xiyan has been thinking about it for more than ten years, but he has not been able to really step into this realm.

Tao Zhishan is farther away. Although it is impossible to reach it in this life, he still yearns for it.

Now……

A young man in his thirties has an extremely strong spirit and spirit, which is integrated into calligraphy.

Li Xiyan's eyes that were originally cloudy due to old age also showed a frightening light at this moment, staring at Wang Qian with piercing eyes, paying attention to Wang Qian's every move and every change in his expression.

At this moment, he regards Wang Qian as a teacher, and he is studying the teacher's precepts and deeds attentively.

The brush in Wang Qian's hand was lightly dipped in the ink on the inkstone, and his movements were natural and freehand, as if holding a handful of floating dust to brush away the troubles of this world, and each stroke moved as he wanted.

Then, Wang Qian's expression was focused, and his whole body was integrated with the brush.

When the brush falls on the white paper.

It seems that it is not the brush that is moving.

Instead, Wang Qian's whole body was moving.

Bu Suanzi, Yongmei.

now.

Everyone has not paid attention to what Wang Qian wrote.

Even Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, who had been curious to know the content just now, were attracted and even fascinated by Wang Qian's aura at this moment. Each of the written words seems to contain extremely beautiful things.

Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness leaves no owner.

It is already dusk to worry alone, and it is more windy and rainy.

Unintentionally struggling for spring, one term of Qunfang jealous.

Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

Wang Qian wrote the first piece of "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" in one go.

Every word is poured out by him with his own spirit.

Therefore, every word is so chic as the wind, thin and beautiful, each and every one of them is as lonely and cold as a master of Taoism.

finish writing.

Wang Qian took a break.

Put the brush on the inkstone, and move the joint muscles all over the body.

Although, just standing there bending over to write.

However, Wang Qian felt as exhausted as if he had been moving bricks all night.

And the room was still extremely quiet.

No one spoke.

Li Xiyan was on crutches, and his whole body seemed very excited, his eyes were still staring at the thin gold script written by Wang Qian without blinking.

The same is true for Tao Zhishan, with a little shock in his eyes.

They have all seen Lu Chunhu and Tang Hepeng's extreme admiration for Wang Qian before, and they rated Wang Qian as the first person in modern calligraphy.

Although they didn't stand up to criticize Lu Chunhu and others like some people did, they didn't take it seriously in their hearts and felt that they were exaggerating.

But now, after watching Wang Qian write a piece of calligraphy with his own eyes.

Only then did they realize that perhaps, what Lu Chunhu and the others were saying was from their hearts.

Wang Qian rested for more than ten seconds, adjusted his state, picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and quickly entered the state.

Continue to write the second song.

Bu Suanzi, Yongmei.

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff of hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

Beauty does not compete for spring, but only reports spring.

When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

It's still done in one go.

Wang Qian has completely mastered the strength of master-level calligraphy.

Therefore, writing becomes more and more proficient and easy.

However, there is still a lot of consumption.

finish writing.

Beads of sweat appeared on Wang Qian's forehead.

Qin Xuerong looked distressed. Seeing that Wang Qian put down the brush, he quickly picked up the towel prepared in advance and gently wiped the sweat from Wang Qian's forehead. His eyes were full of worry and distress, and he really wanted to tell Wang Qian to rest and not write. up.

However, she knew it wasn't over yet.

If only Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui were the audience, Qin Xuerong could let Wang Qian rest immediately after writing the first song just now, and then write in an hour or two, or in a few days.

However, now that Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, two big men from the capital's cultural circle, were present, Qin Xuerong didn't dare to make a decision on his own.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from the shock.

However, Li Xiyan seemed even more excited, and his right hand trembled a little.

Because, when he watched Wang Qian write, he seemed to have comprehended something in the realm of master-level calligraphy.

If, this time, he can digest and understand it when he goes back, and integrate it into his own calligraphy.

Can't say.

He was able to become a master calligrapher in his later years, fulfilling one of his dreams.

He is a master pianist and an orchestra conductor.

If you become a master calligrapher again.

Li Xiyan felt that he had no regrets in his life.

Even if, he died immediately.

He felt that he was also leaving with a smile on his face.

Li Xiyan just wanted to applaud lightly.

Tao Zhishan just wanted to praise Wang Qian's calligraphy.

But I saw that Wang Qian had finished writing the second divination poem, Yongmei, and was still standing there without moving.

Qin Xuerong picked up the white paper on which the calligraphy had been written, put it on the other side to dry, and spread another layer of white paper.

Everyone is full of doubts!

besides?

Isn't it said that there are only two works?

Qin Xuerong glanced at several people, saw everyone's doubts, and explained in a low voice: "These two poems about plums were written by Wang Qian to Xiao Dongmei at the time, and he sent them after seeing Xiao Dongmei's feelings. There is another song..."

Everyone came to a sudden.

The three women, Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui even felt a little bit of envy and jealousy towards Xiao Dongmei.

These two works of chanting plums in ancient poetry are obviously excellent works, almost no worse than the works of chanting plums written by other ancients they know.

In the future, maybe it will be passed down.

Then, the origin of these two works will also become a good story.

Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations for this reason.

In history, many people have become celebrities through the ages because they were written by the works of great writers, and they are even more famous than some big figures who have influenced the direction of history.

This is the opportunity everyone dreams of.

For ordinary people, the opportunity to be famous in history is absolutely once in a lifetime.

Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a hint of envy because of this, but then disappeared, they are already past that age.

Moreover, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing state at this moment, rested for a minute or so, and picked up the brush again.

Dip in ink!

Swipe a penny.

Smoother and faster than the previous two.

However, the thin gold font written has more elegant spirit and charm.

Those calligraphic fonts are almost integrated with Wang Qian at the moment, and the fonts are almost exactly the same as Wang Qian.

This is the real top level of the legendary master calligrapher.

People are as good as their words!

Words are like people!

Many people say that seeing words is like seeing people.

However, in fact, this is a realm that only top calligraphers can achieve, integrating their own spirit and life philosophy into fonts.

How difficult is this?

Ordinary people practice calligraphy according to copybooks, how can it be possible to achieve the state of writing like a person?

It’s just that most people judge a person’s preferences and personality based on the neatness of the font. They think that people who write well have good character, and those who don’t write well have bad character. This is a very arbitrary and rough idea, and it is not The real words are like people.

If you want to practice neat fonts, you only need to spend some time. People with a little patience can basically do it, but such characters cannot represent the spirit contained in the person.

Now Wang Qian has really achieved that his words are like his own words, and his words are like his words.

People, unrestrained and elegant.

Words are equally chic and elegant.

Detachment.

Thin and beautiful.

Beautiful but hidden.

The more beautiful it looks.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately lowered, for fear of disturbing Wang Qian, or the calligraphy characters that seemed to be coming to life.

Both pairs of eyes widened to look at the thin golden font that came out from under the brush.

Qingping tone.

Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon.

One stroke at a time, random and natural, just like the water left on the mountain, the traces of its flow are natural, without any deliberate traces, it is natural, it is the choice of nature.

Wang Qian's font is also in this way at the moment, every stroke seems to be a natural result, without many traces of man-made.

finish writing.

Wang Qian put down the brush, and his whole body was a little unsteady.

It was as if the body had been hollowed out.

Qin Xuerong was not as devoted as the others, and paid more attention to Wang Qian.

So, when Wang Qian put down the brush, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wang Qian's arm with a concerned face.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue also woke up immediately, and they helped Wang Qian up together, and the three of them helped Wang Qian sit down on the sofa two in front and one behind.

Qin Xuerong wiped Wang Qian's sweat again with a towel.

Jiang Yu held the water glass and handed the water glass to Wang Qian's mouth in person. A hint of distress flashed in his eyes, and he moved very carefully for fear of hurting Wang Qian.

Murong Yue's face was also a little distressed, she gently rubbed Wang Qian's writing arm with both hands, and muttered in a low voice: "If you are tired, don't try to be brave and continue writing, let's write next time."

The three of them seemed to have become Wang Qian's girlfriend at this moment.

This made Wang Qian a little stunned.

What are these three doing?

Wang Qian instinctively took a sip of the water Jiang Yu handed over, and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu woke up immediately, blushed and got up and left with a water glass.

Murong Yue stopped rubbing Wang Qian's arm, coughed lightly, got up and went to the table, and admired Wang Qian's three calligraphy together with Li Xiyan.

Qin Xuerong glared at the two hairs, then rubbed Wang Qian's hair vigorously, pulled his ear lightly, poured a glass of water for Wang Qian again, stuffed it into Wang Qian's hand, and let him drink by himself .

At this time.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around, looked away from the calligraphy, and looked at Wang Qian.

Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up, and said with admiration: "I heard that someone commented that Professor Wang is the number one young calligrapher in the contemporary era, and the first calligrapher who established a school in the past few hundred years. It’s a snort. When I saw it today, I realized that my knowledge was narrow.”

"Professor Wang's self-created thin gold calligraphy opened my eyes. No wonder it can attract millions of people to loot it. Every character is a rare masterpiece. People are like their characters, and their characters are like their own. The natural charm in it, Let me yearn for it."

"superb."

Although Tao Zhishan has not practiced calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, he still practiced calligraphy occasionally in his spare time to cultivate his sentiments, so his calligraphy level is not bad, but his level of knowledge is extremely high. There are many modern calligraphy masters in his family There are also one or two calligraphy works of antique level.

Therefore, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has certain authority.

Li Xiyan bowed directly to Wang Qian.

Everyone present was shocked.

Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurried forward and reached out to support Li Xiyan. They couldn't bear the great gift, and they were afraid that Li Xiyan's body would not be able to hold on. An accident here would be a great sin.

"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can't take it, I can't take it! Get up, get up..."

Wang Qian said hastily.

Tao Zhishan, He Chaohui and the others also looked at Li Xiyan in shock and doubt, and then quickly came up to help Li Xiyan together.

After all, Li Xiyan came with them, and if something bad happened here, they would be ashamed to see the people in the circle when they went back, and it would be difficult to explain to their family members.

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian solemnly, stood up, and said solemnly: "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters swaying their brushes on the spot in my life, but you are the only one who made me truly feel what artistic conception is. I have benefited a lot, and when I go back this time, maybe after a while, Huaxia will have another calligraphy master."

"And this is all thanks to the professor today. I, Li Xiyan, even if I enter the coffin in the future, I can leave with a smile on my face. Thank you very much..."

Finally, Li Xiyan sincerely said thank you to Wang Qian, with excitement in his tone.

Only then did everyone understand why Li Xiyan's emotions suddenly became so agitated.

turn out to be……

It was under the influence of Wang Qian's calligraphy artistic conception that Li Xiyan comprehended the realm of a calligraphy master.

It broke through the barrier that had hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years!

Any calligrapher who really loves calligraphy will be excited, and he will definitely be grateful to Wang Qian.

In ancient times, this was the grace of teaching.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

Li Xiyan felt this way right now.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui didn't expect that bringing Li Xiyan here this time would yield such a reward, and they couldn't help showing a little smile.

But Wang Qian hurriedly said: "Professor Li, don't say that. If you can comprehend a deeper realm of calligraphy, it must be because you have accumulated enough, and I can help you very little. Don't do this, I will bear it." Sorry."

Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian's hand: "You are too modest, Professor Wang. Modesty is a rare quality, but sometimes it is also a kind of shackle."

Wang Qian smiled without saying a word.

Several people sat down again and exchanged greetings.

Then, I noticed the content of Wang Qian's three works.

Li Xiyan said: "Professor Wang's two poems about plum blossoms are rare masterpieces. I have met Xiao Dongmei, and these two works really fit her well. This girl Xiao Dongmei must wish to treasure these two works. This The first is Qingping, the writing is beautiful, and that woman must be a fairy-like character, right?"

Qin Xuerong said softly: "Her name is Yu Jingruo, and she also graduated from Beijing Film Academy. She and Wang Qian are old classmates. She really looks like a fairy."

Li Xiyan's eyes lit up: "Oh? It's Jing Ruo? That's true, and this poem fits her very well. This child has a cold temper since she was a child, and I didn't expect to learn acting when she grew up. When I saw her, she did look like a fairy descending from a distance, but unfortunately she is too old to have a family yet."

Wang Qian was slightly surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"

Li Xiyan nodded: "I've met her a few times. Her grandfather and I are best friends."

Wang Qian didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't want to ask more about Yu Jingruo's family.

Li Xiyan also stopped talking and didn't say much.

Several people admired the three calligraphy works by Wang Qian again.

One is more charming than the other.

This is also the result of the continuous accumulation of Wang Qian's state of mind and spirit, until the last tone of Qingping is the peak.

However, this is also Wang Qian's limit.

After writing Qingping Tiao, I almost couldn't stand still, and I couldn't write another word.

Maybe in the next few days, he doesn't want to write anymore.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui both looked at the three pieces of calligraphy, their expressions were ready to move, and they hesitated to speak. They both wanted to take any one of these three pieces of calligraphy home for collection.

Tao Zhishan himself has a top-notch appreciation ability, and he also likes calligraphy, so he likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and he is sure that Wang Qian's calligraphy works will definitely become highly valuable collectibles in the future. Expand your collection.

He doesn't care about money, what he wants is the cultural heritage in his own collection. Simply put, he can be a Versailles in the circle in the future.

As for He Chaohui, seeing Li Xiyan admiring Wang Qian's calligraphy so much, he also wanted to collect one and hang it at home, in order to enhance the cultural heritage of his home.

However, neither of them spoke well.

Because, when they came to Wang Qian this time, they wanted something from others.

Now that you are leaving, do you still take your things?

That's too thick-skinned.

As for Li Xiyan, although he also wanted Wang Qian's three calligraphy works, he would never open his mouth.

Because, he felt that under the influence of Wang Qian, he stepped out of the door, praised this door, and comprehended the realm of master-level calligraphy.

Want Wang Qian's calligraphy?

Li Xiyan thought that he still had an old face, so he directly extinguished the thoughts in his heart, and just wanted to go back and calm down and practice.

Moreover, he felt that he also had a deep understanding of Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy.

After all, he had comprehended the artistic conception of calligraphy by observing Wang Qian's thin gold body calligraphy, and he was influenced by Wang Qian's thin gold body. I wrote about Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy, because this is the spirit he realized.

Perhaps, he will be the second master calligrapher in the field of thin gold calligraphy in the future.

Qin Xuerong didn't seem to see the expressions of Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui, and carefully put away the three calligraphy works of Wang Qian on his own, planning to find someone to frame them later, as a collection for himself and Wang Qian.

At this moment, both Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui were slightly disappointed, but they put their minds away, drank a glass of water, chatted for a while, and then bid farewell to Wang Qian.

They also made an appointment with the people from Moyin to talk about things. It's getting late now, and they must rush there as soon as possible.

After the excitement just now, Li Xiyan was a little tired now, and was supported by Wang Qian and Jiang Yu to go downstairs and send him to the car.

Wang Qian waved goodbye to the three of them.

Li Xiyan said to Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, next time you come to the capital, come to my house and sit down. I like your thin gold calligraphy very much. Next time, I will ask you to give me some pointers on my calligraphy."

Tao Zhishan also said: "Today I opened my eyes. Professor Wang's status as the number one calligrapher of the younger generation is well deserved."

He Chaohui has the lowest status, just smiled and nodded to Wang Qian, and said softly: "Professor Wang, I look forward to your next visit to Yangyin. But I hope you can communicate with me in advance, and I will arrange everything for you."

Wang Qian fully agreed.

Anyway, he has to go to the capital at that time, so he agrees to come down.

Don't worry about debts.

It doesn't matter if there are too many lice or not.

Three people were sent away.

The four of Wang Qian were a little tired.

However, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu also took advantage of the opportunity to leave.

They didn't want to stay and be light bulbs. Wang Qian's house was not as big as the villa, and there was not enough space for them to hide, so they simply left and went to live in the original villa.

Qin Xuerong personally sent them off.

Wang Qian went back to his house to rest alone.

everyone is gone...

Lying on the sofa alone, Wang Qian felt unprecedented ease and freedom.

Everything goes with the wind.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

It's like going back to the time when I was single.

Wang Qian closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep unconsciously.

Today, he is really tired.

Lectures and calligraphy works are both extremely exhausting.

I don't know how long I slept.

Wang Qian felt someone touching his face, and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a somewhat familiar face in front of him.

She looks a bit like Qin Xuerong...

But...it's not Xue Rong!

Compared with Qin Xuerong, she has more of the precipitation of a scholarly atmosphere and a trace of independent temperament of a strong woman.

yes……

Qin Xuehong?

Wang Qian immediately woke up.

His eyes widened, and he saw clearly the figure sitting in front of the sofa and in front of him, with a hand gently rubbing his cheek.

It was Qin Xuehong.

Qin Xuehong was wearing a gray windbreaker with a white shirt underneath, his hair was casually tied on the top of his head, turning into a simple ball head, with a smile on his intellectual and beautiful face, seeing Wang Qian woke up, he smiled and said: "Why, you are surprised to see me? "

Wang Qian nodded: "When did Sister Xuehong come? How did you get in?"

Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian's face without blinking: "I just came here, last time I asked Xue Rong for the key. I will occasionally come to live with you for a few days, looking for inspiration in life in the small house."

Good guy, I have no inspiration for living in a big villa. Come to a small house of more than 100 square meters to find inspiration and experience the hardships of ordinary people?

However, the house is also several million, which is not counted as the life of ordinary people...

Unnaturally began the Versailles literary show.

Wang Qian snorted.

Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian: "I know, it was Xue Rong who chased you, right?"

Wang Qian thought for a while and nodded.

Qin Xuehong smiled, and said with a little regret: "If I met you first, I would chase you too, and if I don't catch up, I won't give up. In this regard, Xuerong and I are very similar. Both of us sisters Follow my dad. Whatever you want, you must do it successfully. Whatever you want, you must find a way to get it.”

"I want you very much now, what should I do?"

Qin Xuerong's eyes stared at Wang Qian with a strong possessive desire, and one hand still gently slid across Wang Qian's cheek.