This star doesn’t work overtime

Chapter 387 385. The beauty of Tang poetry! The beauty of calligraphy!

Thousands of people in the audience became extremely quiet!

Zheng Wenzhong looked at his father Zheng Qian with great enthusiasm as he looked at the cursive calligraphy fonts written by Wang Cheng on the podium. They were real strokes of a dragon and a snake, and every stroke was like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

Just looking at it is full of artistic feeling, which is a kind of enjoyment!

Zheng Qian shook his head and said: "No calligrapher in the past century can match such calligraphy! If you can collect a piece of Wang Cheng's calligraphy work, I dare say that the value in the future will definitely be higher than all the calligraphy works in the past century." The paintings and calligraphy are both valuable, perhaps comparable to the original works of the great writers in history.”

Zheng Wenzhong shook his head: "If you can't get it, Double Star University won't let go of this calligraphy with so many people staring at it. Moreover, based on my understanding of Wang Cheng, he doesn't seem to like to let his works go out. So, write He will collect as many of his works as possible. The works he gave out, including a piece of cursive calligraphy called Xia Ke Xing and a piece of running calligraphy called The First Sunny Day in the West Lake, are all because he wants to repay the favor!"

"It's basically impossible to buy his works with money. I heard that someone offered Wang Cheng 200 million, and there was no response even if he wanted to buy his running script Xia Kexing."

"He doesn't care about money or fame at all. He has no desires or desires!"

Zheng Qian stared at the handwriting on it and said with certainty: "It is impossible for him to have no desires and desires, but what he seeks is different from the fame and fortune that most of us seek, so in our opinion he has no desires and no desires." Please! He has such a strict schedule and likes to read, write, and keep in good health. Isn’t this what he wants?"

"So, do we have an empty manor in the National Forest Park in Qiongdao? Next time, you can give it to him directly. It is the most suitable place for health care."

Zheng Wenzhong was stunned for a moment. He knew that the manor was built by his father after he defeated his boss. Because it was located in a national forest park, it was very difficult to manage.

After it was completed, other people offered one billion to buy it, but Zheng Qian rejected them all.

Now, Zheng Qian actually said that he would give this manor worth more than one billion to Wang Cheng?

This favor...

Zheng Qian ignored his son's confusion, stared at the cursive fonts with flying dragons and phoenixes, and asked: "Do you recognize these characters? Do you know what they are written on?"

Zheng Wenzhong came back to his senses, looked carefully, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know him!"

Both father and son are very honest and don't pretend to be pretentious. What they like is the artistic conception and beauty of every word written by Wang Cheng, but this does not prevent them from not recognizing the flying and phoenix-like characters.

A middle-aged man in front whispered: "Mr. Zheng, after today, this poem will spread all over the country."

Zheng Qian's eyes lit up and he asked: "Oh? How do you say? Very good?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "It's not so good!"

Zheng Wenzhong said eagerly: "Read it to me quickly!"

The middle-aged man immediately read: "This is a frontier poem, similar to the style of Tang poetry!"

"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink Pipa, hurry up!"

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times!"

At this time.

Wang Cheng on the podium also put down his brush.

After listening to this poem, Zheng Qian and Zheng Wenzhong, father and son, were stunned for a moment. An emotion suddenly emerged in their hearts, and their faces turned red. They wanted to yell, but they couldn't vent, which made both father and son's eyes widen. , there is an inexplicable urge to cry.

The middle-aged man's voice also became excited: "Such a majestic poem only appeared in the prosperous Tang Dynasty in history. I didn't expect that today, more than a thousand years later, someone could write such an impassioned, heroic and rich poem. A sad poem! This piece of work is not inferior to Wang Cheng's previous work "Xia Ke Xing"!"

Zheng Qian and Zheng Wenzhong, father and son, were all thinking about this - how can they own this work?

at this time!

The whole place became even quieter.

Everyone is staring at the short four-sentence poem. Most people who can come to the scene have a certain degree of literary literacy and can quickly recognize every beautiful cursive digit font. They can see this It is one of the most outstanding poems of the Tang Dynasty!

Lu Zhen took two deep breaths to calm herself down and stabilize her emotions. She stared at Wang Cheng and murmured in a low voice: "Are we really wrong? There are really such amazing talents in the world. A brilliant genius? But why did he appear in this era? Why did he appear? Why did he have such an amazing talent? "

Lu Zhen looked at every word. With his calligraphy master's level, he could tell at a glance that what Wang Cheng wrote in front of him and the chivalrous character he saw on the video were definitely written by the same person. hand.

Therefore, the Central Plains TV video is true!

Xia Ke Xing was written by Wang Cheng himself!

And this Liangzhou poem!

Lu Zhen read it several times in her mind, which made him very surprised and envious.

If he could write such a work, he would have no regrets if he died immediately.

This poem is enough for him to leave his name in history.

"Glow-in-the-dark cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

Xuezi's voice muttered in a low voice from the side, and her eyes were full of surprise.

As a member of the royal family of the island country, Yukiko has learned the Chinese culture inherited from the island country since she was a child. In fact, the core of the Chinese culture inherited by the island country is the cultural core passed down from the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the Chinese cultural heritage of the entire island country is almost always based on the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Many Chinese language creations The poetry also imitates the style of Tang poetry.

Therefore, Xuezi and several other young people from the island country are sincerely fond of and surprised by this kind of Tang Qijue poetry.

Nakamura Yuji stiffened slightly, looked at Wang Cheng in disbelief, and murmured in a low voice: "How did he do it?"

Having seen it with his own eyes, Nakamura Yuji can no longer say that this is all fake.

Taro Ika on the podium was also completely frozen there, staring blankly at the four lines of poetry written by Wang Cheng, his heart was shocked, and every word was like a knife inserted into his heart.

As Taro Inaka, who has practiced cursive calligraphy since childhood, he knows best how incredible the cursive calligraphy written by Wang Cheng at this time is.

The original works left by all the cursive calligraphy masters in the history of the island country are slightly inferior to Wang Cheng's cursive calligraphy.

Even compared with the most famous cursive calligraphy writers in Chinese history, it is not bad at all.

How could such a person exist in modern society?

Inka Taro still didn't want to believe it.

In comparison, the four poems they just wrote are really average. The sum of the four poems is far inferior to Wang Cheng's Liangzhou poem.

Of course, Taro Inaka and Yuji Nakamura also understood another artistic conception from this poem. They felt that Wang Cheng's poem seemed to be written specifically for them...

How many people have fought in ancient times!

This sentence seems to imply that their trip will definitely fail.

call……

Inaka Taro took a deep breath to calm himself down a little, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

And suddenly there was applause from the audience.

I saw Xing Tongshu, Zhang Yiheng, Lin Nianxiang and others suddenly clapping their hands vigorously.

Xing Tongshu applauded vigorously and murmured in a low voice: "I have no regrets about seeing this poem today!"

Lin Nianxiang also applauded vigorously and said: "His cursive hand has already surpassed mine. From now on, let's not talk about the title of the best cursive calligrapher in the South. However, what is even more amazing is his poem , it’s so well written! It makes me feel like I’m dreaming back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and I can’t wait to rush to the battlefield to kill the enemy.”

"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Jun Moxiao, who is lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times! The writing is so good, so good!"

Lin Bing also praised: "It is not inferior to the classic Tang Dynasty frontier fortress poems in the textbook! Wang Cheng's talent is really admirable."

While applauding, Zhang Yiheng walked up to the podium in person, wanting to personally go forward and help put away the poem written by Wang Cheng.

Zhang Guobin's face was filled with envy, and he said to the person next to him: "This kid went up to grab Wang Cheng's work! Unfortunately, if Wang Cheng was at Beijing University, I would also find a way to keep this work in the school."

The person next to him was an old man brought over by Zhang Guobin. He was Li Qing, a senior professor of the Chinese Department of Beijing University. He also applauded vigorously and said with admiration: "This poem can be called the best seven-character quatrain in the contemporary era! There is no trace of it at all. Lost to several classic frontier poems of the Tang Dynasty, they are majestic, heroic but sad. If you are not a person in the prosperous age, you cannot write such a work at all. In addition, Wang Cheng's cursive script is like a gun and a sword, which contains a kind of iron horse. The spirit is a perfect match!"

"Good poem, good words!"

Li Qing's words made several people in the literary circles around him nod in agreement.

Those who can come to see Wang Cheng in person naturally have a certain appreciation for Wang Cheng, so they can give objective evaluations of Wang Cheng's works.

Zhang Yiheng came to the stage and was just about to step forward to help Wang Cheng put away the Liangzhou poem. However, he saw Wang Cheng holding a brush and continuing to write his name and signature below. Then naturally, under everyone's applause and gaze, Next, he slowly put the piece of paper away without giving Zhang Yiheng a chance, let alone anyone else.

The expression on Zhang Yiheng's face twitched, and then he smiled again, came to Wang Cheng's side, continued to applaud vigorously to cover up his embarrassment, then turned around and walked away, as if he came up just to applaud in front of Wang Cheng...

The muscles on Zhang Guobin's face twitched for a few times before he resisted the urge to laugh. He smiled directly at Zhang Yiheng who was coming off the stage: "Principal Zhang, are you embarrassed now? You want to steal other people's works, but you haven't yet... "

Zhang Yiheng sat down calmly and said with a smile: "Why, who wouldn't want such a work? If it were in your school, you would have rushed to it."

Zhang Guobin smiled and said nothing because he could not refute Zhang Yiheng's words.

Who wouldn’t want a work like this?

There was no one there who didn’t want it.

Including Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Yukiko, Nakamura Yuji, Ika Taro and others also want to take this work as their own.

It's a pity that Wang Cheng didn't give any of them a chance.

Wang Cheng collected the works casually and put them aside, making everyone present look eager and envious.

Then, Wang Cheng did not wait for the applause to stop, nor did he pay attention to Taro Ika. He picked up his work and was about to step off the stage to sit down and rest.

This time, everyone was stunned, and the applause gradually subsided. Everyone stared at Wang Cheng.

None of them expected that Wang Cheng would just leave without saying a word?

Shouldn't we laugh at Taro Inaka and Yuji Nakamura?

With such an excellent poem, no matter how Wang Cheng belittled and humiliated Ika Taro and Nakamura Yuuji, no one would find it problematic, and even the two parties involved did not dare to refute.

This is an absolute hard gap, and no words can refute it.

But……

Wang Cheng just left, ignoring Taro Ika and Yuji Nakamura.

But it is more lethal than any language.

Everyone present could clearly feel Wang Cheng's disregard for the two of them, as if they were not worth mentioning and not worthy of a word from him.

Taro Ihe's body trembled, his face turned pale, his eyes were fixed on Wang Cheng's back as he turned to leave, and suddenly shouted: "Wang Cheng, wait!"

Wang Cheng did not stop and continued walking toward the steps in a hurry and at his own pace.

Taro Ihe's face flushed and he continued to shout loudly: "Wang Cheng, I admit that your Liangzhou poem is very excellent, better than our four works. But, do you have the ability to compare with our modern poetry? Just According to your request, we will write four modern poems and you will write one!"

This is the backup plan discussed by Inka Taro, Nakamura Yuji and others.

If, by any chance, the strength and talent Wang Cheng showed before were true.

Then, if they also want to find a way to defeat Wang Cheng, they will try something that Wang Cheng is not good at.

Wang Cheng has demonstrated ancient poetry, calligraphy, etc.

But Containment has not shown modern poetry…

Does this mean that Wang Cheng is not good at modern poetry at all?

After all, a person's energy is limited after all.

Wang Cheng's calligraphy is comparable to ancient calligraphy masters, and his poetry is comparable to ancient literary giants. Does this mean that Wang Cheng only likes traditional Chinese culture? Wang Cheng does not like modern poetry, a literary type that imitates Western poetry, so he does not like it at all. Haven't studied it?

Then, it is very possible to defeat Wang Cheng from modern poetry...

The scene became extremely silent again!

Both eyes were fixed on Taro Ika on the podium and Wang Cheng who stopped.

Nakamura Yuji also suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Yes, Wang Cheng, let's write four modern poems, and you write one. Do you dare to compete?"

Many people at the scene looked at the two people and frowned.

if it is possible……

They wanted to go up and beat the two of them up.

Being so aggressive and deliberately looking for trouble is a bit too much...

Lin Bing whispered: "Are they going too far? This is something they cannot afford to lose!"

Lin Nianxiang didn't feel too strange about this, and said calmly: "When have people from the island country ever been able to afford to lose?"

Lin Bing fell silent. This seemed to be nothing strange.

But……

Can Wang Cheng write modern poetry?

Lin Bing looked at Wang Cheng, a little worried.

Zhang Yiheng also hurriedly gave the host a wink and gesture, signaling the host to come to the rescue quickly and not let Taro Inka and Yuji Nakamura succeed!

but……

Wang Cheng had stopped, and then just glanced at Taro Ika and Yuji Nakamura, then turned around and walked back to where he was writing, picked up the brush and started writing!

This time...

Everyone on the scene was stunned.

Liu Yue, who had just received instructions from the principal and had just started to think about a solution, suddenly didn't know what to do and looked at Zhang Yiheng blankly. Zhang Yiheng also looked at Wang Cheng in shock, wondering what Wang Cheng was doing.

Zhang Guobin, Xing Tongshu, Lin Nianxiang and others also looked at Wang Cheng in surprise.

They had read countless people in their lives and thought they had met all kinds of characters. However, after meeting Wang Cheng, they discovered that they could not understand Wang Cheng's behavior and habits at all, and they had no idea what Wang Cheng was going to do next.

It stands to reason that Wang Cheng completely ignored Nakamura Yuuji and Ika Taro's provocation just now, and asked them to write four poems before taking action, showing extremely cold, arrogant, and disdain.

So, shouldn't Wang Cheng be like this now?

Why, you suddenly turned around and started writing?

Moreover, not a word was said during the whole process...

This made everyone express that they could not understand what Wang Cheng was doing...

Inka Taro and Nakamura Yuuji looked at each other, both of them were a little confused.

However, the next second.

Everyone put away their various strange emotions and looked at the words written by Wang Cheng!

At this moment, everyone's eyes lit up again.

because.

This time Wang Cheng wrote not the cursive calligraphy just now, but the running calligraphy.

As soon as the elegant cursive font comes out, everyone feels happy, which is the happy mood brought by seeing beautiful things.

All the calligraphers who studied cursive calligraphy and calligraphy enthusiasts present stretched their necks and stared at Wang Cheng's movements on the screen and every word written by his pen.

Han Xiao's grandfather, Mr. Han, a master of cursive calligraphy, stood up directly in the first row, then slowly walked up to the podium and stood next to Wang Cheng. Regardless of the occasion, he put down his body and came directly to Wang Cheng. Observe Wang Cheng's running calligraphy.

Zhang Yiheng hesitated for a second, and then walked up, still holding a trace of fantasy in his heart. It would be best if Wang Cheng could keep a piece of calligraphy.