This star doesn’t work overtime

Chapter 423 421. A question, a poem! Who can bear this?

Generally speaking!

Shouldn't such a profound and grand issue be a matter of intense discussion?

Citing scriptures...

Talk about the differences between domestic and foreign countries!

And then compare and form conclusions?

They added a few more words, argued together, and showed sparks of collision of ideas?

In the end, one or two works will be introduced and become a good story?

Isn’t this the same pattern throughout history?

They have seen many similar ones in the school histories of Beijing University and Mizuki.

how……

Wang Cheng just started writing?

Don’t fight or fight, just write.

For a moment, the stage, which was slightly noisy just now, became quiet.

Ma Wenlong, Guan Hanliang, Han Lei, Wang Hongyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Wen Honglun and others all looked at Wang Cheng blankly.

The four judges sitting not far away, Jiang Sihua, Wang Jianbin, Zheng Ning, and Hu Jun, also looked at Wang Cheng's back with a hint of confusion.

Thousands of spectators in the audience also looked puzzled and surprised, and at the same time looked at Wang Cheng expectantly.

Then.

Everyone watched as Wang Cheng picked up the chalk and wrote two lines of words on the blackboard.

In the two lines of words, it is still clearly visible that Wang Cheng's hard-pen calligraphy is no worse than brush calligraphy. It still looks like a pleasure.

but……

When everyone saw those two lines of words, they were extremely silent for a moment!

Zhang Guobin, Li Qing and other leaders of the two schools in the audience were speechless. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say, but the shock in their eyes was clearly visible.

Guan Hanliang, Ma Wenlong and others on the stage also stared blankly at Wang Cheng's back.

After watching Wang Cheng finish writing, he turned around and looked down at Ma Wenlong and others, and said firmly: "This is my answer!"

That's my answer.

Wang Cheng's voice was full of power.

However, Ma Wenlong, Guan Hanliang and others still did not recover from the two lines of words on the blackboard.

They looked at the exquisite hard-pen calligraphy fonts, and they still didn't believe it. Is this what Wang Cheng just wrote?

Guan Hanliang asked a question casually, and then Wang Cheng suddenly wrote these two lines?

Ma Wenlong, Han Lei, Wen Honglun, Luo Xueyi, Xiao Daolin and other teachers and students couldn't help but look at Guan Hanliang, with doubts and questions in their eyes. Did this kid collude with Wang Cheng in advance?

Did you ask this question deliberately, and then Wang Cheng wrote these two sentences directly?

Guan Hanliang smiled bitterly, looked at the words on the blackboard, and whispered softly: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light!"

Just these two sentences blocked everything they had just prepared in advance.

Everyone looked at the two sentences carefully, and the more they read, the more memorable they became. The more they read, the more they felt as if it had been written into their hearts and into the memories of this era.

The more we think about these two sentences in the context of the Republic of China, the more soul-shaking feelings we have.

Wang Hongyi also murmured to herself in a low voice: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. Living in darkness, yearning for light... so well written!"

Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Han Lei, Wen Honglun and others in the back looked at each other and were all shocked by this simple modern poem with only two sentences. They pondered it carefully and were deeply moved.

Liang Xiaoliang looked at Wang Cheng with burning eyes: "Mr. Wang Cheng, is this a poem? Does it have a name?"

Everyone looked at Wang Cheng with expectant and envious eyes. Who among them wouldn't want to write such a poem?

However, everyone is also under great pressure.

Originally, they were all gearing up to attack Wang Cheng in the field of modern poetry.

But like this...

It doesn't seem to be that easy to snipe.

Wang Cheng stood tall and tall, and still said in a powerful voice: "Of course there is a name."

With that said, Wang Cheng turned around and wrote three words on the blackboard - a generation!

hiss!

Many middle-aged and elderly literary workers at the scene couldn't help but gasp for a moment, and their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if they were electrocuted instantly. These three words were like a scalpel, stabbing accurately. into their hearts.

Jiang Sihua, Wang Jianbin, Zheng Ning, Hu Jun, and Lin Nianxiang in the audience, the older generation of literary figures all had the urge to burst into tears and feel like crying.

It seems that this simple poem with only two sentences is written for them and is a portrayal of their lives in this life.

Looking at this short modern poem called A Generation, the teachers and students of Han Lei and Wen Honglun fell silent again. Some of the modern poems about the characteristics of the times that they had thought about before could not be produced at this time.

In just two sentences, some of their works about this era were blocked in my heart!

This is the power of words.

But why could Wang Cheng write such a poem?

Luo Xueyi, Xiao Daolin and others all looked at Wang Cheng with doubts and surprise, still a little unconvinced.

After all, modern poetry is the only field in which they can excel.

Luo Xueyi gritted his teeth secretly, cheering himself up in his heart, and then stood up and said to Wang Cheng: "Mr. Wang Cheng, I heard that you are studying in Cambridge, England. Do you have any regrets when you return to China after completing your studies?"

Luo Xue also wanted to add a little more difficulty to Wang Cheng based on the background of the character Wang Cheng played at this time.

Xiao Daolin, Ma Wenlong and others' eyes lit up slightly, and then they began to think about inspiration in this area, or their own works in this area. After chatting for a few sentences, they should recite it in public. Pretty good, right?

But……

As soon as Luo Xueyi finished speaking, Wang Cheng had already picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard.

This time, Luo Xueyi, Xiao Daolin, Ma Wenlong, Guan Hanliang, Han Lei, Wen Honglun and others were once again confused!

What does it mean?

No talking, no discussion?

Just write it directly?

Is this Wang Cheng’s current style and persona?

If someone asks you about the school you went to in England, wouldn't it be nice if you could just say a few words about it?

Why do you start writing when you just don't agree with each other?

Everyone was silent...

Don't know what to say.

Luo Xueyi looked around blankly, wondering if he had said something wrong? Triggered some kind of switch on Wang Cheng?

However, there was no time for them to think carefully.

The sound of violent friction between the chalk in Wang Cheng's hand and the blackboard quickly rang out, pulling everyone on the stage back from their thoughts. A pair of eyes quickly looked at Wang Cheng and the words on the blackboard.

Wang Hongyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and others all stared unblinkingly, and at the same time murmured along with Wang Cheng's words in a low voice.

Liang Xiaoliang: "Goodbye Cambridge! The location of Cambridge University seems to be called Cambridge? Has Wang Cheng been there?"

No one answered her question.

Because, the next second, Wang Cheng's writing did not stop at all.

"Gently I leave,"

“As I come gently;”

"I waved gently,"

"Farewell to the clouds in the western sky."

Four lines of poetry, written quickly.

Luo Xueyi, Xiao Daolin, Ma Wenlong, Guan Hanliang and others looked even more confused...

In just four sentences, they could clearly feel that Wang Cheng's modern poem was definitely extraordinary.

But……

Why?

Why did he suddenly start writing...

Suddenly able to write such a touching poem?

Several people looked at Luo Xueyi in confusion. Could this guy have colluded with Wang Cheng in advance?

Deliberately mentioning the University of Cambridge in England to pave the way for Wang Cheng's work?

However, after a little thought, several people knew that this was impossible, and it was impossible for Luo Xue to collude with Wang Cheng in advance.

Because even if Luo Xueyi and the program team wanted to collude with Wang Cheng in advance, Wang Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to them.

This is Wang Cheng!

so……

There is only one truth - Wang Cheng improvised on the spot!

This truth really made Han Lei, Wen Honglun, Xiao Daolin, Wang Hongyi and others have their defenses broken.

Zhizhizhi...

However, before the chalk in Wang Cheng's hand stopped, the sound of rubbing was still reaching their ears.

"The golden willows by the river,"

"It's the bride in the sunset;"

"Shadows in the waves,"

"Ripples in my heart."

"Green grass on soft mud,"

"Slick and swaying under the water;"

"In the soft waves of the Cam River,"

"I'd rather be a waterweed!"

"The pool under the shade of the trees,"

"It's not a clear spring, it's a rainbow in the sky;"

"Crushed into pieces among the floating algae,"

"Precipitated with rainbow-like dreams."

"Looking for a dream? Hold a long pole,"

"Toward where the grass is greener;"

"A ship full of stars,"

"Singing in the starry sky."

"But I can't play the song,"

"Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;"

"The summer insects are also silent for me,"

"Silence is Cambridge tonight."

At this time, the scene became as silent as late at night, and everyone's breathing could be faintly heard.

Everyone is staring at the blackboard on the stage...

Look at the lines of text.

Look at the meaning behind the lines of text.

Luo Xueyi, Xiao Daolin and others all looked pale. It felt like every word of this poem was pressing down on them like a big mountain, making them unable to breathe.

Wang Hongyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and others blushed with excitement. Such a delicate poem can be said to be their favorite.

However, Qin Shangran, Yang Yi, Li Cheng and other members of the program team backstage had mixed feelings.

Yang Yi didn't expect that Wang Cheng just didn't play according to the routine. Others just hit a draw, and he just used his big move...

Moreover, the ultimate move is still so invincible!

From the literary standards of Yang Yi, Li Cheng, and Qin Shangran, it can be seen that these two consecutive modern poems are definitely no worse than those handed down works that were recited in full in Ke's class.

However, Qin Shangran said with regret: "This is a pity in the context of the Republic of China. Wang Cheng's works cannot be written with calligraphy, but are written with chalk on the blackboard. The value of the work itself is much worse..."

After hearing this, several people nodded in agreement.

With the blessing of Wang Cheng's peerless calligraphy, the authentic value of these two works will definitely soar.

Watching Wang Cheng's wrist slow down, he wrote the last few sentences.

"I left quietly,"

“As I came quietly;”

"I wave my sleeves,"

"Don't take away a single cloud."

Finished writing.

Wang Cheng also put down the chalk, turned to look at Luo Xueyi, and said in a slightly complicated tone: "What do you think of this answer?"

Luo Xueyi, who was in a dazed state, was instantly awakened. He looked at Wang Cheng with wide eyes and asked in surprise: "Is this your answer to me?"

For a moment, he forgot what he had just said to Wang Cheng, and was still immersed in the shocking artistic conception of this modern poem.

The more you know about literature, the more you will be shocked by such works.

Xiao Daolin, Ma Wenlong and others next to them looked at Wang Cheng speechlessly...

People just chat with you about a random question, and you answer it with this kind of work?

Who can bear this?

Luo Xueyi was also thinking quickly in his mind at this time - what did I just ask?

And Han Lei, Wen Honglun, Wang Hongyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and others suddenly understood what Wang Cheng was doing.

Just use your works to answer their questions...

No matter what they ask.

Wang Cheng wrote a poem directly to answer.

No nonsense, no ink!

It’s so straightforward, it’s so confident!

"That's too confident."

Wen Honglun couldn't help but say something.

Han Lei and others also nodded in agreement. How confident is this person to do such a thing?

Anyway, with their strength and talent, they don't have this kind of confidence.

Even the many historical-level literary giants they remembered did not have this confidence.

after all……

Who knows what the other person will ask?

Who in his mind can put together anything he wants to say into a poem?

No one can do it.

There's no way anyone can do it.

This is their perception.

But now, Wang Cheng is right in front of them, doing this.

This gives them the trance of being in a dream.

Why can Wang Cheng do this?

Everyone has this question in their mind.

However, watching the song Farewell Cambridge, they knew that Wang Cheng could do this.

The song "A Generation of People" and the song "Farewell to Cambridge" completely shattered their confidence in modern poetry, leaving every trace of it gone.

They may not be able to write such a work in their lifetime.

The things about modern poetry that they had prepared in advance were all stuck in their hearts, unable to speak or write!

For a while...

The stage fell silent.

Thousands of spectators in the audience also fell silent.

Because many middle-aged and elderly people in the Beijing circle and other cultural circles were also hit hard.

With Wang Cheng like this, no matter how much dissatisfaction they had with Wang Cheng before, they must be suppressed now!

After ten seconds of silence.

There was warm applause.

The applause lasted for nearly a minute.

This also gave the teachers and students of the two famous schools on the stage a buffer time.

When the applause ends.

Wang Hongyi, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi and other teachers and students have regained some composure, and their eyes when looking at Wang Cheng are no longer so confused and unbelievable.

However, the confident light in their eyes completely disappeared without a trace!

Wang Hongyi still wanted to struggle a little, stood up and said to Wang Cheng: "Mr. Wang Cheng, what do you think of love in today's society? What do you think love should be like?"

After all, she is a woman, and her most delicate thoughts are about love. She also has some inspirations and works about love in her heart, and she wants to try writing them. Maybe she can surpass Wang Cheng in this aspect?

After all, Wang Cheng is only nineteen years old and has never been in love. Maybe he doesn’t understand love at all?

And Wang Hongyi's question immediately made the eyes of almost all the women on the scene and outside the scene light up...

They all stared at Wang Cheng, looking forward to Wang Cheng's answer...

What is Wang Cheng’s view on love?