The car is on the road.
Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong sat in the back row.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue stayed at home and did not go out. They practiced in harmony at home.
Xu Xiaoxiao was driving the car, Xu Wenwen was sitting in the passenger seat, and the two boys were sitting in front of Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong.
One of the boys took the initiative to introduce himself to Wang Qian: "Hello, Professor Wang. I am Zhang Boheng, a graduate student in the Department of Literature. I like several of your poems and the ancient poem Jiang Cheng Zi. I have a question for you."
Good job!
We haven’t arrived yet.
The public communication class hasn't started yet.
They started to attack Wang Qian on the way.
Wang Qian leaned back in his chair and smiled at Zhang Boheng who turned to look at him, "Okay, go ahead and I'll see if I can answer you. You know, I graduated from the acting department, and literature is just a hobby, so please forgive me if I can't answer a very professional question."
Except for Xu Xiaoxiao who was driving, Xu Wenwen from Zhejiang University, and another boy all looked at Wang Qian.
It has been many years since there have been any stunning works in the Chinese literary world.
Because, in the past two or three decades, the entire country has been working towards economic development, people's thinking has begun to change, and life has changed too quickly. Everyone has gradually fallen into the material circle, so the frequency of good works has decreased a lot.
Thirty or forty years ago, people were relatively simple, their thoughts were pure, and their minds were calm, so the probability of writing profound and classic literary works was greater than it is now.
Therefore, when Wang Qian’s several works came out, just like the voice he shouted out on the stage of The Voice of China, they broke the darkness of rock music that had lasted for more than ten years.
These works also broke the twenty-year stagnation in Chinese literary circles, just like throwing a huge rock into a pool of water, causing huge shocks and waves.
Zhang Boheng looked at Wang Qian and asked with a slightly serious expression: "Professor Wang, I personally like the several works you posted on Weibo very much. I am personally curious, Professor Wang, you graduated from the Department of Performance, and you have made great achievements in the field of music. So, how did you do it, and how did you write such amazing works in the field of literature at the same time?"
"Errors, fragments, quatrains, A Flowering Tree, Jiangchengzi, and this ancient article "Teacher's Sayings". Many famous writers can only produce two or three of these works in their lifetime to be called literary masters. How long did it take you to publish so many at once? How did you study literature? Can you give some advice to our students who are still studying?"
Zhang Boheng asked a lot of questions in one breath.
These questions represent the doubts that most people in the literary world today have about him.
Although…
Wang Qian made his debut when he was over 30 years old, which makes him an absolute old newcomer in the entertainment industry. Liu Lihua and Li Qingyao both sentenced him to death!
But, in the literary world!
Publishing such a masterpiece in his thirties is definitely a sign of youth and success!
Literature requires accumulation.
It requires the accumulation of knowledge, the accumulation of life experience, the accumulation of inspiration and life insights!
This is an area that really requires a lot of accumulation.
How did you, a young man in his early thirties, achieve such a profound accumulation
The most important thing is that you are not studying literature, you are studying acting, and you have great attainments in music. How can you have the time and energy to study literature
Xu Wenwen and the other two people from Zhejiang University were staring at Wang Qian, waiting for his answer.
Xu Xiaoxiao, who was driving, also looked at Wang Qian curiously through the rearview mirror. She had been practicing Wang Qian's three piano pieces recently and had become quite fascinated by them, so she became more and more impressed and curious about Wang Qian.
Qin Xuerong held Wang Qian's hand tightly and glared at Zhang Boheng with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
In her opinion, this kind of questioning of Wang Qian is unreasonable!
As long as it’s Wang Qian’s work, it’s fine!
How it was written is none of your business.
If you have the ability, then write. If you don’t, then shut up.
Simple and crude idea!
However, Qin Xuerong did not say anything, but just held Wang Qian's hand tightly to express his support for Wang Qian.
Wang Qian smiled with a slightly relaxed look.
He was afraid that the other party would ask some professional questions about literature, which he really didn't understand, such as writing methods, expression techniques, etc. He could talk about his own works. After all, he had read many articles about appreciation and explanation of works in his previous life, so it was not a problem for him to recite a few paragraphs.
And ask him how he wrote it
That's easy...
Wang Qian asked, "Do you know why I chose to study acting?"
Zhang Boheng: "Because you want to be a star?"
Who among those who study acting doesn’t want to be an actor or a star
Everyone stared at Wang Qian.
Wang Qian shook his head and said seriously, "No! I didn't aim to be a star. So, I didn't choose to debut after graduation."
Zhang Boheng was curious: "Then why did you study acting?"
Wang Qian's eyes became deep, and he said calmly: "Do you know? In life, everyone is an actor! This is what I realized when I was in junior high school. Everyone lives to be an actor and play their role well. So, I went to the acting department. I wanted to study this profession. I wanted to have a deeper understanding of our lives and everyone."
"You are playing your role, and I am playing mine. I was a singer the day before yesterday, and now I am about to step onto the podium of your Zhejiang University to give you a lecture, and I am about to play the role of a teacher."
"Do you understand?"
Wang Qian finally asked back softly.
actually…
He himself didn't know what he was talking about.
Zhang Boheng looked thoughtful and said softly, "Professor Wang, are you saying that I don't need to be serious about it? There are insights, literature, and thoughts everywhere in life?"
Wang Qian smiled but said nothing!
Xu Wenwen stared at him and said softly, "Professor Wang's theory about actors is very interesting. I agree with you."
She felt deeply about this.
Because she is not a very serious person, but she has to find ways to play the role of a good teacher at school every day.
From the clothes, to the hair, to the expressions.
She has to prepare carefully so as to be a good teacher and not bring shame to herself and the school.
The interior of the car became a little depressing.
Wang Qian's words made the three Zhejiang University students and teachers from the Department of Literature start to imagine for themselves. They were quite touched for a moment and showed more respect for Wang Qian.
Qin Xuerong smiled even more happily and held Wang Qian's hand even tighter.
actor
Qin Xuerong was wondering, what role could he play
…
The car soon arrived at the Zhejiang University campus and entered the large classroom that had been prepared in advance.
This is the first open communication class this semester!
The new school year has just started and the school is at its busiest.
This is the most exciting time for many new students.
but.
In Wang Qian's open exchange class, only a few freshmen were able to attend.
Most of them are outstanding students in the literature department in their third and fourth years, as well as professors, teachers, etc.
There are also a few outstanding graduates from Zhejiang University who come from society, as Xu Wenwen said.
For example, Liu Shengnan.
Or other famous writers, scholars, etc.
In short!
In the current domestic literary field.
The standard represented by this class at Zhejiang University is not low.
Although, the school only promoted it to the public for two days.
However, there were also quite a few literary celebrities who came.
Xu Xiaoxiao did not drive the car into the parking lot, but parked the car directly to the side of the door.
Xu Wenwen quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Wang Qian personally: "Professor Wang, this way!"
Xu Xiaoxiao said to Qin Xuerong, "Sister Xuerong, come with me to the audience. I've reserved a seat for you. Let's sit together."
Qin Xuerong waved to Wang Qian, then followed Xu Xiaoxiao into the side door.
Wang Qian followed Xu Wenwen into the back door and entered the office at the back.
Quite a few people have gathered here.
Tang Hepeng and Chen Xiangdong were both there, as well as quite a few other older men and women, mostly men with very few women.
Among them, a young woman wearing a pure white T-shirt, washed-out blue jeans, a pair of sneakers, a simple ponytail, and no makeup was very conspicuous. She seemed a little out of place with the others, as if she was a new student.
Wang Qian saw the other person at a glance.
Based on photos I saw on the internet.
He knew that this was Liu Shengnan, with whom he interacted a lot on Weibo.
Liu Shengnan also saw Wang Qian walking in at a glance.
Tang Hepeng and others also looked at Wang Qian.
Wang Qian was wearing a very formal black suit today, without a tie, and a white shirt underneath, which made him look formal yet casual.
Tang Hepeng immediately came forward and extended his hand, saying, "Professor Wang, you are here."
Wang Qian shook hands with Tang Hepeng: "Professor Tang, this is too grand. I am flattered!"
Although, Wang Qian knew that Tang Hepeng and Chen Xiangdong would definitely not let this class proceed quietly.
However, he did not expect it to be so lively.
It's too much fanfare!
There's too much pressure.
Tang Hepeng said solemnly: "It should be."
Chen Xiangdong immediately came over and shook hands with Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, thank you for your hard work later."
Wang Qian hurriedly shook his head: “It’s not hard, you guys worked hard!”
Several other people also came over and shook hands with Wang Qian one by one.
Those who can enter here are either current professors of Zhejiang University or well-known alumni.
Moreover, most of the well-known alumni are literary practitioners, which is why they are so interested in Wang Qian’s works and come to attend this open class.
If they are business people, they may be so busy that they don't pay any attention to what's happening in the literary world.
Tang Hepeng acted as a middleman and introduced them one by one.
"This is Fang Guoshu, the vice chairman of the West Lake Writers Association and an old senior of our school."
Wang Qian: "Hello, Chairman Fang. Nice to meet you!"
…
"This is Cao Wenfang, a famous writer from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and a senior who graduated from our school."
Wang Qian: "Hello, hello!"
I don’t know whether to call her aunt or sister, so just don’t call her that.
…
"This is Guo Zhuangzhuang, a famous young writer from the south."
Wang Qian: "Hello, hello."
Guo Zhuangzhuang is a sturdy middle-aged man, about 40 years old, about 1.8 meters tall. Although he is wearing a suit, he has a well-proportioned physique and a flat head. It can be seen that he exercises regularly. If he were not a writer, he would look like a fitness coach.
Guo Zhuangzhuang shook hands with Wang Qian and said, "I saw you interacted with Xue Man on Weibo. Are you quite knowledgeable about couplets?"
Wang Qian: "I dare not. It's just a hobby, not research!"
Guo Zhuangzhuang: "That's great. I'm also interested in this. Let's have a good discussion when we have time."
Wang Qian: "Haha, okay, let's talk about it later!"
Guo Zhuangzhuang looked at Liu Shengnan and said, "Shengnan, let me introduce you. She is the most famous alumnus of our school so far. You have interacted on Weibo so many times, so you should be in touch, right?"
Wang Qian shook his head: "No, we have only interacted a few times on Weibo, and we haven't been in touch yet. Hello, I really like your songs."
Although Liu Shengnan was completely without makeup and dressed simply like a student, her delicate face was still somewhat stunning, and her temperament was extraordinary. She had an elegant and intellectual temperament, and a hint of transcendence. Her eyes were very pure, like spring water in the mountains. She naturally reached out her hand and shook hands with Wang Qian: "Hello, Professor Wang, I have always wanted to meet and chat with you, and finally I have the opportunity."
Wang Qian smiled modestly.
After introducing everyone in the room, Wang Qian actually felt a little tired.
There is a little more pressure.
Chen Xiangdong checked the time and said with a smile, "Everyone, it's getting late. People outside should be ready. Everyone, please go out and take a seat. If you have anything you want to talk to Professor Wang about, you can speak freely later."
Wang Qian felt a little heavy in his heart when he thought about the people in the auditorium outside.
However, he quickly adjusted his mentality.
Getting into the state...
State of the show!
Keep telling yourself in your heart!
“I’m a literary giant!”
"I am a great writer who is well-versed in poetry and books..."
"I am a literary genius who is not afraid of anyone..."
…
alright!
Wang Qian quickly got into the state in one second.
His temperament changed at this moment.
A sense of self-confidence, restrained pride, elegance, and intellectuality, as well as the scent of books, are brewing from him.
This surprised Xu Wenwen, Liu Shengnan and Guo Zhuangzhuang, who had been paying attention to her.
I don’t know what happened to Wang Qian.
Chen Xiangdong invited Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, please!"
Wang Qian extended his hand to the vice chairman of the Writers Association and said, "Chairman Fang, please go first."
Fang Guoshu made way again. Several people wanted him to go out first, so he didn't act pretentiously and went out first.
Afterwards, Wang Qian followed Fang Guoshu.
Tang Hepeng, Chen Xiangdong, Cao Wenfang, Guo Zhuangzhuang, Liu Shengnan and others followed and walked out.
…
The large classroom was already full of people.
More than two thousand people!
The seats were packed.
Moreover, the aisle was filled with neatly arranged benches, each of which had someone sitting on it.
The back was packed with young students, each one full of anticipation and curiosity.
Students are most receptive to new things. Most of them browse Weibo on a regular basis, so they are not unfamiliar with Wang Qian. Instead, they are very curious and expectant about him.
The atmosphere in the front rows of middle-aged and elderly people seemed much more depressing. They looked at Wang Qian as he walked up to the podium with obvious scrutiny and questioning.
Too young...
Wang Qian was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and black leather shoes. He looked relaxed and walked up to the podium with a smile on his face. He looked at the crowded room and saw Qin Xuerong and Xu Xiaoxiao sitting in the third row. He smiled at Qin Xuerong and said, "To be honest, I feel a lot of pressure. Most of the people here are top students, or were top students in the past and are now successful people. I'm just a singer who graduated from the acting department and runs a hot pot restaurant."
"I told Professor Tang that I would just come over to chat with everyone. But I didn't expect so many people would want to come and see me. It became such a grand event."
The sound was transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone on the clothes.
…
Chen Xiangdong, who was sitting in the first row, said to Tang Hepeng: "As expected of someone in the entertainment industry, he is not at all stage frightened in such an occasion. His mental quality is really impressive."
Tang Hepeng stared at Wang Qian: "I just don't know if he will have a smooth day today. If this class ends successfully, then he will officially enter the literary circle from now on. And with these few works, and a few more awards by the end of the year, his status will immediately be high."
Chen Xiangdong smiled and said, "Those people came with bad intentions."
Chen Xiangdong looked at the middle-aged and elderly people not far away.
Tang Hepeng: "Let's just watch the show."
Chen Xiangdong's eyes flickered. "I have arranged for a camera to record this class. It can be used as valuable material for our school in the future. Or, it can be published."
Zhejiang University also wants to improve its reputation...
Wang Qian is so popular at the moment, although it is only popularity in the entertainment industry, and many seniors in the literary circle cannot stand it, but no one can deny that Wang Qian's works are real masterpieces.
Therefore, it is a good thing for Zhejiang University to use Wang Qian's popularity to increase its presence. Everyone can accept it, and it is an opportunity to raise the status and reputation of Zhejiang University's Department of Literature in the country.
…
Guo Zhuangzhuang found an opportunity to sit next to Liu Shengnan: "Shengnan, you live in Chengdu. I just happen to be going to Chengdu to hold a book signing event recently. My new book has been online for a month and has sold 100,000 copies. Chengdu is the first stop of my national book signing tour. You must treat me well when the time comes."
Liu Shengnan's eyes never left Wang Qian on the podium, and she replied softly, "Sorry, senior, I may not have time to entertain you. I'm preparing a new song recently."
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled generously and said, "It's okay. I've been waiting for your new song, too. Of course, creation is more important. I think Wang Qian's works are too deliberate. Look, the teacher said this ancient article. He himself is not a teacher, so what qualifications does he have to evaluate the teacher? Jiang Chengzi's ancient poem is old-fashioned and too inconsistent with his own experience. It doesn't seem like he wrote it himself..."
Liu Shengnan immediately looked at Guo Zhuangzhuang, her eyes full of dissatisfaction: "What? Are you saying that Professor Wang's Jiang Cheng Zi was plagiarized? This work has been released for a few days, why hasn't anyone come forward? Senior, I remember that you lost the plagiarism lawsuit in court for your last work, right?"
Guo Zhuangzhuang's face suddenly turned ugly!
He was sued for plagiarism by another writer a few years ago, but lost the case. The court ruled that he had plagiarized and ordered him to pay compensation.
This incident left a stain on him.
but…
Almost no one dared to mention it to his face, it was almost a slap in the face.
And now.
Liu Shengnan brought it up bluntly.
Guo Zhuangzhuang was angry for a moment but didn't dare to express it.
He likes Liu Shengnan, and many people in the alumni circle know it.
Moreover, this is Liu Shengnan's personality. People who know her also know that she speaks very directly and often exposes people's scars in person, so she has never had many friends.
Another thing is that the occasion here makes Guo Zhuangzhuang dare not act recklessly.
With a red face and an awkward smile, Guo Zhuangzhuang said, "Sister, that was a misjudgment by the court. I have already appealed."
Liu Shengnan continued to look at Wang Qian and said softly, "The original verdict is upheld? I remember that."
Guo Zhuangzhuang was speechless for a moment, and looked at Wang Qian. Seeing Wang Qian walking towards the blackboard to write something, he immediately stood up and said loudly: "Wang Qian, I want to ask you about couplets and poems, is it okay?"
The scene was already very quiet.
It suddenly became even quieter and you could hear a pin drop.
Almost everyone's eyes turned to Guo Zhuangzhuang.
However, Guo Zhuangzhuang faced all the gazes fearlessly, staring at Wang Qian with great momentum.
He dared to plagiarize, and after losing he dared to publicly deny the verdict. Over the years he even made high-profile appearances to release books, and even used this to hype up his new book. It can be seen that he may be the most shameless person present, and he really likes to be in the spotlight!
Now…
Isn't it time to show off
If I could defeat Wang Qian severely in front of so many people in the literary circle.
Who in that circle dares to look down on Guo Zhuangzhuang
Does anyone else remember him plagiarizing
Everyone will only recognize his talent.
Guo Zhuangzhuang stood straight, with a tall and strong figure, feeling the gazes of the people around him. Liu Shengnan beside him also looked at him, then looked at Wang Qian again and said, "Do you accept it?"
Wang Qian was standing in front of the blackboard, about to write down this ancient poem, quatrain, and tell everyone about it.
Unexpectedly...
I haven't even started explaining yet...
Someone started to find fault
Today's class.
It definitely won’t go smoothly!
Wang Qian exuded an elegant and intellectual aura, as if he was the descendant of a scholarly family who had studied for many years. He stretched out his hand and said, "Of course, you can come up to the stage. We can write it on the blackboard and discuss it in front of everyone. We won't talk about winning or losing, but only about romance."
There was a murmur of discussion at the scene.
Chen Xiangdong glanced at Guo Zhuangzhuang, then looked at several school leaders on the other side. The leaders all shook their heads to indicate that they should not interfere, and they stopped talking immediately.
Literary circle!
Isn't that the case
Intellectuals have looked down on each other since ancient times.
Therefore, there is no best in literature, because no one can convince everyone else!
When literary people get together, it is not always harmonious. They don't just chat about love or romance or ask each other for advice.
Instead, it was a brutal fight using words!
even…
The verbal and written fights will also spread to the media.
The incident in which several literary giants exchanged insults with each other in a literary journal for half a year is still talked about by many people today.
Because the quarrels among literati are definitely not the vulgar insults in the fields, but the use of their respective articles and literary concepts as weapons.
Therefore, the quarrel between literary masters is a clash of sharply worded and high-quality articles.
For many literature lovers, this is a feast.
Now…
For many people present, isn’t this what they want to see
There was a collision...
There will be dazzling sparks!
Guo Zhuangzhuang was also not at all stage fright. He gave Liu Shengnan a confident and cool smile, then walked out of the room and went straight to the podium.
Snap, snap…
I don’t know who looked up and applauded.
Then, applause broke out.
At this moment, Wang Qian continued to write the quatrain he had just wanted to write on the blackboard with chalk.
"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets fly in the blue sky."
"The window contains the eternal snow of the Western Hills, and the door is moored with ships from Dongwu that have traveled thousands of miles!"
This is a seven-character quatrain ancient poem!
Everyone present had read it more than once.
Many people have even studied it word by word.
Xu Wenwen also talked about it in the freshman class.
so.
Everyone is familiar with this.
but!
now.
Every pair of eyes looking at the four lines of poetry on the blackboard had an obvious change of expression!
I have doubts!
There is stunning.
There is shock!
Chen Xiangdong whispered to Tang Hepeng beside him: "Old Tang, Wang Qian's handwriting seems to be unusual!"
Tang Hepeng's eyes were fixed on the words on the blackboard, and he murmured in a low voice: "It seems so. I don't think I have seen this kind of calligraphy before."