Debut After Eight Years

Liu Shengnan, who was sitting in the crowd at the back, heard Wang Qian's words, tears could not help but flow down his cheeks!

There is only one pair of knights!

There will be no second picture.

And the only authentic work by Wang Qian is in the hands of Liu Shengnan.

Liu Shengnan instantly felt that he might also be unique in Wang Qian's heart. His eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Wang Qian's shadow on the podium dimly.

Ru Ke, Chen Xiaowen, and Li Qingyao next to her were the most envious, and Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei, who also had works specially written by Wang Qian, were also a little envious.

Because the works written by Wang Qian for Yu Jingruo and Xiao Dongmei are not very representative works. Compared with the poem written on behalf of the expedition to North America, the meaning is much lighter.

"Shengnan, I want to copy a painting of knights when I go back, how about it?"

Ru Ke looked at Liu Shengnan and asked in a low voice.

Although she is a talented girl of rock and roll, Ru Ke was born in a cultural family in the Beijing area. She also has a lot of knowledge in Chinese studies, and she can barely get started in calligraphy. Naturally, she likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and even more like Wang Qian's incomparable chivalrous style.

Naturally, Ru Ke didn't dare to extravagantly hope to get the painting of knights from Liu Shengnan, but only hoped that it would be enough for him to copy one and keep it in his own collection.

Liu Shengnan smiled hastily, wiped the tears from his eyes, nodded and said: "Of course. When you go back, you can come to Rongcheng to find me, anytime."

Ru Ke: "Then it's settled."

Liu Shengnan: "Good!"

Several people looked at Liu Shengnan, all a little ready to move.

Especially Xiao Dongmei, who majored in Chinese studies, although she has used Wang Qian's unique calligraphy to write a lot of chivalrous characters more than once in private, but she still hopes to copy the original handwriting a few times, which may make her calligraphy go further.

And Li Qingyao was willing to exchange all her property for Liu Shengnan's authentic chivalrous work.

However, Li Qingyao knew that Liu Shengnan would not be willing.

And Liu Shengnan's assets may still be higher than Li Qingyao's.

Xiao Dongmei said in a low voice: "Professor Wang may write a work that echoes the "Xia Ke Xing" to bring this trip to North America to an end."

When they heard this, they all nodded in agreement!

They have no doubt whether Wang Qian can write such a work here today.

They believe in Wang Qian's talent, as long as Wang Qian wants to, then he can do it...

...

All eyes on the scene were fixed on Wang Qian.

Everyone in front of the TV also stared at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian stood in front of the table, looked at the neatly laid white paper, and continued: "Mr. Xie, have you ever been back to China?"

Lao Xie stood there very cautiously, and said respectfully to Wang Qian: "I returned to China for the first time 40 years ago, and I have returned to China several times in these years."

Wang Qian nodded: "Have you ever climbed a mountain?"

Lao Xie thought about it, thought for a while, and replied: "I have been, I have been to several famous mountains in Bashu. I have also been to Lushan Mountain and Huashan Mountain..."

It was extremely quiet offstage.

Those who understood or did not understand kept quiet.

Everyone knew that Wang Qian was probably engaged in literary creation at the moment, so they instinctively calmed down and did not disturb Wang Qian. This was the minimum respect for literary artists.

And all the Chinese listened most carefully with their ears pricked up, wanting to keep this conversation clearly in their hearts.

Especially Lao Xie's granddaughter and the others in Xie's family were the most attentive looking at Wang Qian and Lao Xie on the podium. They knew that Grandpa might be getting what he wanted.

On the podium, Wang Qian slowly brewed some emotions in his heart, and asked again: "Have you been to Mount Tai?"

Lao Xie immediately replied: "Of course I have been there. If you haven't been to Mount Tai, then it's useless."

Wang Qian smiled lightly and said, "A few years ago, I also went there once, and I still remember it fresh. Lao Xie, you have often returned to China these years, what do you think of me, Huaxia?"

A slight hesitation flashed in Lao Xie's eyes, because he knew where he was now. This place is New York, the largest city in North America, the world's financial center, and the core area where North America dominates the world financial street.

If he talks about Huaxia here, I'm afraid it will cause some people's dissatisfaction.

So, he thought for a while and said, "The development speed is very fast!"

Wang Qian chuckled, knowing Lao Xie's hesitation, and he also understood in his heart. After all, the foundation of the Xie family's development for hundreds of years has been deeply rooted in North America.

At the moment, Wang Qian said: "My first trip to North America is over. Today, I will use my memory of climbing Mount Tai to write a work! It can be considered as a gift to Huaxia..."

Lao Xie's heart was shocked, his eyes were like torches, and a strong aura exuded from his whole body, he looked closely at Wang Qian.

Everyone in the audience who understood was deeply shocked, looking forward to it.

Pairs of eyes stared at the picture projected on the wall by the program crew.

In the picture, Wang Qian picked up the brush with his right hand, his movements were slow and elegant, natural, with a natural taste, the brush dipped on the inkstone, and then gently waved on the paper to write.

One by one, elegant and natural, unrestrained and with firm fonts appear on the paper.

All the Chinese present were filled with admiration.

There are not many masters of this kind of calligraphy who are free and easy in contemporary times...

And there is only this one in front of me who has established a school of calligraphy.

They are not in a hurry to understand the meaning of each word, just looking at the chic and elegant font is a kind of enjoyment.

And even those European and American music artists who don't know Chinese characters, as well as celebrities and wealthy people, and upper-class people in many other fields, have not weak appreciation ability. Even if they don't know the meaning of each character, they can still learn from Wang Qian. The temperament and movements of the body, as well as the temperament exuded from the fonts, can feel a unique artistic beauty.

Just like ordinary Chinese people can't understand the beauty of top European and American calligraphy and painting works of art, but China's top Chinese painting masters, top music artists and social elites can more or less feel the beauty of those top oil painting works of art.

The people gathered here are obviously the top circles of European and American music and art, as well as the top circles of celebrities and rich people. It is impossible to have ordinary people.

Therefore, everyone present can see the beauty of the calligraphy and painting artist's temperament exuding from Wang Qian at this moment, and the artistic beauty of the thin gold calligraphy fonts written by each one.

After art reaches the highest level, it has commonality and can cross cultural barriers.

no doubt.

Wang Qian's calligraphy works at this moment have already stood at the top of calligraphy art.

Red and Aisha's faces were flushed with excitement, and their hands were trembling. They both knew that Wang Qian's work must be an absolutely representative work, and its future value is immeasurable...

What frustrates them the most is that it is basically impossible for them to get this work.

And all the viewers in front of the TV, the audience in Europe and the United States, most ordinary people don't quite understand the beauty of Wang Qian's calligraphy art, they only have a sense of ignorance, and most of this feeling of ignorance is incomprehensible. It was caused by the halo on Wang Qian's body.

"Although I don't know a word, it looks very beautiful and powerful. Is this Huaxia's calligraphy?"

"The Huaxia calligraphy written by Wang Qian must be extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Can anyone translate what he wrote?"

"I do not recognize……"

"Wait for the translation from the TV station!"

"Every word here is beautiful and beautiful."

"When he wrote Huaxia calligraphy, he was so handsome..."

...

And within the scope of the Huaxia cultural area, it is full of admiration.

"Professor Wang's summary of his trip to North America, so exciting."

"Every time I see Professor Wang writing calligraphy, I have an urge to kneel down. It's really handsome and beautiful."

"Every word is based on my aesthetics. I really hope that when I can get an authentic painting by Professor Wang, I will definitely collect it as a family heirloom."

"Is this old Mrs. Xie losing face? Professor Wang actually wrote a new work for him?"

"One thing to say, Professor Wang's work is really great."

"Professor Wang, come back quickly..."

...

Huaxia, the capital.

Xueman stared at the TV screen and hurriedly shouted: "Dad, come here quickly."

Xue Zhenguo, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, walked over quickly: "What's wrong?"

Xueman didn't speak, and never took his eyes off the TV screen. When he saw his father coming, he just pointed to the TV screen and signaled his father to watch it by himself.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent, and stared closely at the TV screen. In the screen, Wang Qian was standing in front of the podium, waving his brush in a smart way, and the characters that fascinated him appeared on the white paper one by one.

And Xueman muttered to himself in a low voice: "Wang Yue?"

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young."

"The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk."

"Swinging the chest creates stratus clouds, and the sharp canthus enters the returning bird."

"I will face the abyss, and see all the small mountains..."

After Xueman read it softly, she couldn't help but sit up straighter, because a heroic and majestic aura involuntarily grew in her heart, and after reading it, her whole body seemed to be cleansed.

Xue Zhenguo, who was standing next to him, felt as if he had been hit hard after watching it. He stood there in a daze, just staring at the TV screen.

Xueman looked at his father, and explained softly: "This overseas Chinese Mr. Xie, you may know it. He asked Professor Wang to write him a knight's walk. However, Professor Wang refused, saying that there is only one knight's walk. Then I asked Mr. Xie if he had climbed a mountain when he returned to China..."

"Professor Wang said that he has been to Mount Tai, so he summed up his trip to North America with the feeling of climbing Mount Tai. At the same time, he said, this is also written for Huaxia..."

Xue Zhenguo blushed with excitement after hearing the cause and effect explained by his daughter, and growled in admiration: "Good! Good! Good!"

He said three good words in a row.

Xue Zhenguo said loudly: "What a good one will be Ling Jueding, and see all the small mountains! This implication, whether it is for him or for me, is absolutely appropriate..."

Wang Qian won the World Championship in North America, conquered the world with music, created almost all pop music sales records, and at the same time opened the way for a master of classical music to conquer the field of classical music in the world. Is it that you will be the top of the mountain and look at the small mountains?

And Yangyang Huaxia, embarking on the road to revival, has quickly caught up with North America, and when it surpasses North America one day, won't it also be the top of the mountain, looking at all the mountains and small ones?

The image of Wang Qian became taller again in Xue Zhenguo's heart.

Previously, because of the strong official support for Wang Qian, Wang Qian was almost regarded as a cultural ambassador to the outside world. This made the multicultural people in Beijing a little bit dissatisfied, including Xue Zhenguo, who thought Wang Qian was still too young , not enough to take on such a heavy responsibility.

But now, Xue Zhenguo looked at this poem, and all the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared completely. He only felt that Wang Qian had become as tall and heavy as Mount Tai.

Xueman nodded, feeling a little excited in her heart, with a feeling of not being able to vomit the many emotions in her heart, she immediately turned on her phone, logged on to Weibo and started writing!

...

At this moment, Huaxia's social platform has exploded.

"After reading the poem written by Professor Wang, I stood up and jumped three times. I don't know why, but I just couldn't control my legs."

"I almost cried when I saw it. I am in China. Over the past few thousand years, I have been able to be the top of the mountain and look at the mountains. Now it is just back to the top...I believe that there will be such a day sooner or later."

"Professor Wang is really a role model for my generation..."

"This poem is so apt, Professor Wang is amazing."

"Professor Wang is my idol for life, just for this poem, and for me, China is about to become great again..."

...

On several major social platforms in Huaxia, the official media immediately posted the works written by Wang Qian.

"Wang Yue, Wang Qian."

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young."

"The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk."

"Swinging the chest creates stratus clouds, and the sharp canthus enters the returning bird."

"You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance!"

All the official media reposted this work almost at the same time.

Many other media, as well as big names in the entertainment circle, naturally followed up and reposted this work.

This poem spread to every corner of Huaxia's network platform in the shortest time.

...

After Wang Qian finished writing, the majestic and majestic aura on his body gradually became introverted. He took a brush and quietly looked at the words he wrote, and then said softly: "I haven't written for a while, and I feel a little rusty. .”

Lao Xie, who had been standing by the side without daring to show his breath, bent slightly, as if facing an elder, and hurriedly said: "Mr. You are joking, your calligraphy is the best in the world. Even if you go back to China All the calligraphers in the past few years. You are also enough to be ranked in the top three, only the two calligraphers who established schools can compare with you."

"And those two masters of calligraphy are far inferior to you in terms of poetry."

"So, in terms of the combination of calligraphy and poetry, it is not an exaggeration for you to say that you are the first person in China to communicate with ancient gold..."

Lao Xie called Wang Qian Mr., which is a courtesy to his disciples, and at the same time, he said what he thought in his heart.

In his opinion, Wang Qian's current achievements are enough to rank among the top few of all literary masters throughout the ages.

If calligraphy and literature are combined, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Qian is the first person in ancient and modern literature...

Wang Qian looked at Lao Xie, feeling a little embarrassed to be praised, and shook his head.