This star doesn’t work overtime

Li Chi looked at the words written by Wang Cheng, thought about it carefully, and suddenly woke up.

Just now he was just looking at Wang Cheng's calligraphy skills. He was shocked and didn't think carefully about the content!

Only then did he realize it when he looked at the content.

The content is actually more shocking.

Li Chi read the name softly: "Inscription on the humble room...?"

Zhang Huizhong quickly used the idle monitor next to him to play back the live video footage he had just recorded. What Zhou Wen said was clearly recorded in it: "This yard is a bit shabby. It has not been renovated since I bought it. Several guests and friends who came before He said it should be reworked. I am planning to report to the program team in a few days and apply for some funds!"

What follows is what Wang Cheng said: "I think it's good. There is no need to renovate, so that it can have a real sense of rural life. This is a countryside, so why do we need to make all the new and modern things?"

Li Chi's eyes flashed: "So, Wang Cheng suddenly got inspiration when he was chatting with Zhou Wen just now, so he wrote this article? And he used master-level running calligraphy?"

Zhang Huizhong nodded lightly: "This is the only reasonable explanation. The unreasonable part is... he is only nineteen years old..."

Li Chi stopped talking and stared carefully at the lines of words that looked like works of art.

Even the few program staff around who didn't know much about calligraphy were all looking at it with great concentration. They also knew that this was definitely a rare calligraphy work of art!

especially!

Everyone can see the extraordinary content in it.

Moreover, Wang Cheng's writing action seems to be art in itself.

Both the scene and the work area of ​​the program team became extremely silent again!

Everyone stopped speaking and watched the scene carefully, watching Wang Cheng's every move. They didn't want to break the art-like tranquility just because they spoke out.

Only Han Xiao was grinding ink nonstop, and every movement was gentle and regular. This was the ink grinding skill she had learned since she was a child, but the quality of the inkstone was average.

Wang Cheng kept dipping in ink, and the pen moved rapidly without stopping at all. Every word appeared quickly on the white paper.

When the last word fell, it happened to fill the entire paper, leaving a small blank space in the lower right corner. After a slight hesitation, Wang Cheng wrote his name - Wang Cheng, and the time. Sign off.

The whole piece of paper is just full!

It was as if Wang Cheng had already calculated everything from the moment he started writing.

When Wang Cheng slowly put down his brush, the scene was still quiet!

A pair of eyes looked at the text and then at Wang Cheng, feeling a little shocked.

Except for Han Xiao, it was almost the first time for everyone to see Wang Cheng write so many words. Han Xiao also picked up a lot of words written by Wang Cheng from the trash can when he was recording a program with Wang Cheng at Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV stations. , and I have never seen Wang Cheng write so many words on the spot.

Zhu Ziqi's mind went blank, and she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

After all, Zhou Wen was the oldest, had the most knowledge, and was well-educated, so he quickly woke up, stepped forward and carefully looked at the words on the white paper on the table, and murmured in a slightly trembling voice: "Every word seems to be like It reveals a natural and unrestrained style, both in running script and in cursive script, and every word seems to be like a wandering dragon... I'm afraid that's the most it would have been like if Wang Xizhi were still alive!"

"It is rumored that Wang Xizhi's cursive calligraphy is the best in the world and he was named the Saint of Calligraphy. Unfortunately, none of his works have been handed down, only copied versions. And the ancients' evaluation of Wang Xizhi's cursive calligraphy is as floating as a wandering cloud and as sharp as a startling dragon!"

"This calligraphy has that kind of flavor..."

"I have seen the works of all the calligraphy masters in the country, and I have studied the works of the two running calligraphy masters the most. I also have a collection at home. However, compared with Wang Cheng's work, it is not even a level up!"

Zhou Wen commented with admiration on his face, his eyes couldn't bear to leave the words above, as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world. Looking at the lines of words, his eyes shone even more, and he said excitedly: "But the thing that surprised me the most Yes, your work was created temporarily."

Shaking his head slightly, Zhou Wen began to read: "The inscription of the humble room."

"The mountain is not high, if there are immortals, it will be famous. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The steps on the terrace are green, and the grass is green in the curtains. There are scholars talking and laughing, and there are no white people coming and going. It can be adjusted. A simple qin, reading the golden scriptures. No messy ears of silk and bamboo, no laborious shape of documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi."

"Confucius said, what's so bad about it?"

After reading...

There was silence again.

Everyone can hear that this is a very typical ancient article, and the level is extremely high, which is somewhat consistent with the scene.

This is the most rare thing!

Zhou Wen immediately clasped his fists with both hands, bowed at ninety degrees to Wang Cheng, and said in a sincere and excited voice: "Wang Cheng, thank you very much for writing this article for me and this house. This article is useful, I feel My life has not been in vain. However, it is still ridiculous, I have not reached the state you wrote!"

Wang Cheng said nothing...

Han Xiao looked at Zhou Wen, and said with a serious face: "Teacher Zhou, how do you know that Wang Cheng is writing to you? Wang Cheng is indeed inspired by what he said here, but I think this is what Wang Cheng wrote to himself. . This is a portrayal of Wang Cheng’s own life..."

At this moment, several people around him woke up.

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi all looked at Zhou Wen unkindly. They knew that Zhou Wen wanted to announce that this work was given to him by Wang Cheng, so that he could get Wang Cheng's calligraphy.

Han Xiao began to help Wang Cheng fight for this work, not wanting to leave this work to Zhou Wen.

However, Wang Cheng himself didn't seem to care about this.

For a moment...

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi thought about it for a while, and they all knew that they had to unite to help Han Xiao at this time. Zhou Wen was an outsider after all.

They will never allow Wang Cheng's works to fall into the hands of outsiders.

They also don’t want to be obtained by each other...

Therefore, the best way is to let Wang Cheng keep it by himself. Whoever can become Wang Cheng's mistress will become the owner of this work.

An Keru immediately said: "Teacher Zhou, I think what Han Xiao said is reasonable. This is Wang Cheng's own feelings written by Wang Cheng. I can see that Wang Cheng likes it very much and enjoys the life here. In fact, he What is written is his life and feelings here on this day, which may not have much to do with you."

Wen Yixiao also nodded in agreement and said, "Teacher Zhou, yes, this is a true portrayal of Wang Cheng himself."

Zhu Ziqi nodded: "Teacher Zhou, you think too much..."

Zhou Wen was speechless when faced with the siege of four people. He could also see that the content was more consistent with Wang Cheng. He did not dare to call himself Weiwu Dexin, nor did he reach the state written in the article, but he was more consistent with Wang Cheng. Cheng is very similar.

He looked at the calligraphy reluctantly, and then looked at Wang Cheng: "Wang Cheng, can you leave this calligraphy to me? You and I hit it off instantly, and I feel like we are old friends we haven't seen for many years... What I love most in my life is calligraphy..."

Wang Cheng just sat on the recliner and picked up his thermos and took a sip of water. He said in a calm tone: "This is just a temporary feeling I had while looking at the scenery in the yard."

Zhou Wen said happily in an instant: "So, how about leaving this calligraphy in this courtyard? It just fits the scenery here..."

Han Xiao whispered: "Wang Cheng's new house will be renovated soon. Of course, it is best for Wang Cheng's own works to be hung in his own room. What do you think, Wang Cheng?"

Han Xiao looked at Wang Cheng, hoping that Wang Cheng could take this work back.

She already regards herself as half the mistress of Wang Cheng's family, and Wang Cheng's works are her works.

As a descendant of a scholarly family, she has practiced calligraphy with her grandfather, one of the calligraphy masters, since she was a child, and has a clearer understanding of this work.

She knew that if this calligraphy work spread, it would probably cause shock to the entire Chinese calligraphy community.

The only two running calligraphy masters in the country will bow their heads in front of this calligraphy!

Based on her knowledge, she feels that it is not an exaggeration to call this calligraphy the first contemporary cursive calligraphy work.

She didn't know if any ancient works were better than Wang Cheng's calligraphy work.

However, among all the contemporary calligraphy masters, there is absolutely no one whose cursive calligraphy works can compare with Wang Cheng's work.

Including her grandfather!

Therefore, the collection value of this work is extremely amazing, and the room for appreciation in the future is also very huge.

She didn't want to leave such a collectible and commemorative work to Zhou Wen, and get Zhou Wen's advantage in vain. She also didn't want to keep it in her own pocket. Taking it back and hanging it in Wang Cheng's new house would be the best destination!

Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, and An Keru's eyes lit up, and they all felt a little sad when they heard the news from Han Xiao's words that Wang Cheng was going to renovate a new house.

Han Xiao knew that Wang Cheng was renovating a new house, but none of them knew.

An Keru took advantage of the situation and smiled and said: "Yes, this painting is most suitable to be hung in Wang Cheng's new house. By the way, Wang Cheng, you must invite me when you move to your new house!"

Wen Yixiao was slightly excited. She knew where Wang Cheng's new house was, and there was news about the house she asked Zheng Wenzhong to help find. She would wait until the time comes to negotiate and buy it, and she would become neighbors with Wang Cheng. Then she could give Wang Cheng Cheng was pleasantly surprised and immediately smiled and said: "Wang Cheng, don't forget me when you move to a new house. I'll prepare a gift for you!"

Zhu Ziqi: "And me, Wang Cheng..."

Wang Cheng glanced at a few people and ignored their request to come to the door. Instead, he looked at the calligraphy and said lightly: "This calligraphy is one of the few serious words I have written, so take it back and hang it on the Let’s go to my study.”

Zhou Wen was immediately filled with disappointment, but Wang Cheng, the rightful owner, had already spoken, and he could not force himself to stay. Then he quickly figured it out, smiled freely, and said: "This humble inscription is indeed in line with your realm, Wang Cheng. I don’t know if yours is a shabby room..."

Wang Cheng smiled and said: "It's not a shabby room, so I won't hang it in the living room when the time comes. I'll hang it in the study room for my own entertainment."

Zhou Wen's eyes still couldn't bear to leave the calligraphy. This was the most advanced cursive calligraphy he had ever seen in his life. It was almost a high level of calligraphy art that was beyond the scope of his experience. However, when he thought that Wang Cheng was only nineteen years old, he He was even more shocked. He looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Wang Cheng, I can't believe that you are actually a hidden master of running script. I guess your individual attainments in running script and cursive script are not low, right?"

Wang Cheng smiled calmly: "It's nothing, it's just a little involved."

Zhou Wen smiled bitterly, feeling helpless at Wang Cheng's modesty.

If he could be one-tenth of Wang Cheng's level, he would die without regrets.

However, Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, and An Keru all knew that Wang Cheng was not being modest, but was telling the truth.

Although Wang Cheng's calligraphy skills in this work can be regarded as the best among contemporary calligraphers, it can also be regarded as one of the best among calligraphers in China's thousands of years of history.

but……

They knew that this was really not Wang Cheng's limit.

Last time they saw the original and elegant calligraphy fonts written by Wang Cheng on the Tomorrow Idol program, it was the level of a sect!

However, Wang Cheng did not write or say anything, and they remained silent to help Wang Cheng keep this secret.

They also don't want Wang Cheng's information to be known too much to the outside world. Enjoying Wang Cheng's unique secrets is one of their joys.

In Zhang Hui not far away, Li Chi's face was full of helplessness, bitterness, and regret.

Li Chi said in an excited voice: "This old Zhou slipped up at the critical moment. If this calligraphy can be retained, it will definitely raise the level of our program."

Zhang Huizhong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't think about it, we can't keep it. Even if Wang Cheng doesn't take it away, we can't keep it. Once the show is broadcast, this work will definitely cause a rush..."

Li Chi was surprised: "So popular?"

Zhang Huizhong shook his head and said firmly: "It will only be more popular than I said. According to my judgment, this work by Wang Cheng can be said to be the first contemporary running script work. This work itself has certain literary value. The standard is extremely high, and it is not weak in the face of famous calligraphy works in history. How precious do you think it is? Even our station director may not be able to keep it!"

Li Chi's eyes widened slightly and he thought silently for a few seconds before nodding helplessly. He knew what Zhang Huizhong said was true.

This kind of work is the favorite of many rich people and big shots...

They will definitely find a way to add it to their collection.

The entire Xiangnan Satellite TV may not be able to save...

so.

Being taken away by Wang Cheng himself may be the best destination. At least they can know that this work is with Wang Cheng.

But if they are taken away by others, then they don't know whose hands they will fall into.

Immediately, Li Chi said in a complicated tone: "I really didn't expect that Wang Cheng is also a hidden master of calligraphy. When it is broadcast, I don't know how many people will be shocked. If we can ask Wang Cheng in private for a calligraphy Well, I will definitely keep it as a family heirloom."

Zhang Huizhong shook his head: "I think so too, but looking at Wang Cheng's behavior, is it possible?"

Zhang Huizhong knew that this was almost impossible.

If possible, he would ask Wang Cheng for a pair of calligraphy treasures now.

But Wang Cheng has always been indifferent. He knew that during the Tomorrow Idol program, Guo Shouxin and Liu Jiahui might have discovered the identity of Wang Cheng's calligraphy master, but they did not get a piece of Wang Cheng's work, which showed that they wanted Wang Cheng His works are extremely difficult, which may be why those guys helped Wang Cheng keep them secret.

Nowadays, domestic calligraphy masters are withering away and are almost extinct. Each of the calligraphy masters who are still alive can be called national treasures and cultural treasures. Each of their works is of high value. Each of his masterpieces costs at least tens of thousands per word. It is not uncommon for a work to easily cost tens of millions, and after the author dies, the value will increase at least tenfold.

Those calligraphy masters' works, if you can collect one, you will really make a profit.

Therefore, the works of those masters are rarely circulated on the market. They are basically hidden by collectors and will not be taken out again, waiting to continue to appreciate in the future.

And now...

A new calligraphy master has appeared, with a higher level of calligraphy, and his value will definitely be more amazing.

If he could collect a piece of Wang Cheng's work now, Zhang Huizhong would definitely hide it at home and pass it on to future generations as his most precious legacy.

Zhang Huizhong was thinking, staring at Wang Cheng on the screen without blinking. He felt as if he was looking at a treasure that could never be unearthed. However, he made up his mind that he must cooperate with Wang Cheng at all costs in the future. You can ask Wang Cheng for a piece of calligraphy.

…

on site!

The emotions of several people have gradually calmed down.

Han Xiao and An Keru knew art better, so they helped Wang Cheng put the calligraphy away so that he could take it back to the Magic City.

Zhou Wen's attitude towards Wang Cheng became more respectful, and he was even a little cautious. He was afraid that he would offend Wang Cheng by saying the wrong thing, so he always spoke politely...

In the afternoon, when the recording of this program ends.

Zhou Wen, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi all came to see Wang Cheng off like juniors. Everyone had respect on their faces and came over to shake hands with Wang Cheng, all in a very low manner.

Zhou Wen: "Teacher Wang Cheng, I hope I can continue to cooperate with you next time. This program recording is definitely the most enjoyable one in my life."

Li Chi: "Wang Cheng, walk slowly and continue to cooperate next time!"

Zhang Huizhong said seriously: "Wang Cheng, as long as Rubik's Cube Entertainment relaxes, I will invite you over and build you a stage that is most suitable for your performance!"

Wang Cheng did not comment on the politeness of the three people and smiled lightly.

This made the assistant who came to pick up Wang Cheng, as well as the managers who picked up Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi, all confused. They didn't know what happened. How could Zhou Wen, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi People were so solemn and solemn, even respectful. This was a scene they had never seen before!

When they were recording a program before, they would leave after the show was over. It would have been nice for the program director and producer to say hello. When had they ever seen off so solemnly? Those who didn’t know thought it was some big shot coming...

Zhou Wen watched Wang Cheng get into the car and leave, sighed, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his daughter Zhou Yunmiao: "Forget it, girl, you are not worthy of me!"

Zhou Yunmiao, who was studying in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, just sat down in the library and received news from his father again. When he saw the news, his face was full of question marks. He immediately walked out of the library and called his father: "Dad, are you What are you doing? What aroused you? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhou Wen watched Wang Cheng's car drive away and said in a somewhat disappointed tone: "I was recording a program and it just ended. I met an amazingly talented young man and wanted to introduce him to you, but there were many people chasing him, and every one of them The suitors are all excellent, and I want you to take the initiative to pursue them. If you can catch up with them, you will be lucky, and it will be the smoke rising from the ancestral graves of our old Zhou family."

Zhou Yunmiao stood at the door of the library. After listening to his father's words, he felt that his head was smoking. He said loudly with a blushing face: "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? Who deserves your respect? Who are you not?" Don’t you all look down on me? Are you still not allowed to date me?”

Zhou Wen sighed: "Forget it, don't ask, girl, you are not worthy of me, and our old Zhou family is not so lucky either!"

Snapped!

Then, Zhou Wen hung up the phone.

Standing at the door of the library, Zhou Yunmiao looked at her phone blankly, her pretty face full of question marks...