Ordinary people usually pay little attention to things happening in the literary circle.
Which writer published what collection of poetry.
Which writer wrote what novel with humanistic feelings.
Which writer is giving a lecture at which school.
These…
Basically no one outside the circle pays attention to it.
Who has the most works in the literary world now
Whose work won the award
Not many ordinary people pay attention to it!
Who are the members of the writers' association in your province or city? Who is the chairman of the writers' association
What works have the members of the Writers Association written
Not many ordinary people know about it.
It seems that the literary circle and ordinary people have become two unrelated worlds.
Until Wang Qian appeared.
The literary circle has never received so much attention.
Guo Zhuangzhuang’s Weibo post about Xiao Dongmei’s work quickly received tens of thousands of likes, reposts and comments, and the number is increasing very quickly.
This is the popularity Guo Zhuangzhuang has never experienced before, and the attention he has never felt before.
Before, he only had a few hundred thousand followers on Weibo, which he had to build up over five years. In the writer circle, this number is already relatively high.
However, in just over an hour, the number of his followers increased by tens of thousands, which is more than what he usually gains in more than a month.
Many people on Weibo are paying attention to the interaction between Wang Qian and Guo Zhuangzhuang on Weibo.
Therefore, Guo Zhuangzhuang was able to take advantage of the wave of popularity.
Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua were looking at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo together in the office at this moment.
Finish reading this poem Yi Jian Mei!
A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Hepeng's eyes. "This graceful poem is very good! It is the best ancient poem I have ever seen, except for Professor Wang. Even among the many excellent works of ancient times, it can be regarded as a first-rate work. Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was written by his friend? Who is it?"
Bai Hua looked down and saw Xue Man's Weibo, and hurriedly said, "It's Xiao Dongmei! Xiao Dongmei is a professor in the Chinese Department of Shancheng University. She graduated with a doctorate from the Chinese Department of Beijing University ten years ago. I met her once."
A woman who was always calm and composed emerged in Bai Hua's mind. She might not be stunning at first glance, but she was definitely the type that left a deep impression on him. The more he thought about her, the more beautiful she became.
The only two opposite sex who could leave such a deep impression on him were Liu Shengnan and Xiao Dongmei.
Tang Hepeng's eyes lit up instantly: "Xiao Dongmei? Xue Zhenguo's student! It turned out to be her. This girl is a rare pure writer. If it is her, then it is not surprising. With her attitude towards learning, it is normal for her to write such a work. But, how come Guo Zhuangzhuang is friends with her?"
Bai Hua asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Hepeng smiled and said, "It's not that I look down on Guo Zhuangzhuang, I just think that Guo Zhuangzhuang is not worthy of being her friend."
Bai Hua was stunned, then thought about it and nodded in agreement: "Indeed! Guo Zhuangzhuang is very selfish, likes speculation, and will do anything to get what he wants. Xiao Dongmei is very pure and concentrates on studying, so she can write such works. If she can settle down for a few more years, she will definitely be a contemporary literary giant! I have seen many people of the same age, and Xiao Dongmei's talent ranks second."
Tang Hepeng asked: "Who is the first?"
Bai Hua smiled and said, "Of course it's Professor Wang! Second is Xiao Dongmei, and third is Liu Shengnan!"
Tang Hepeng thought about it and did not comment.
As the saying goes, there is no best in writing.
only…
The works released by Wang Qian in this period have made the saying "there is no best in literature" no longer controversial.
because!
Among contemporary literati, there is really no one who can write ancient poetry that can compete with him.
If it were about novels or other literary fields, they would definitely dare to talk to Wang Qian.
However, the field of poetry.
Everyone agreed with Tang Hepeng's last evaluation of Wang Qian.
The number one person in the field of contemporary classical poetry.
Tang Hepeng looked at Xiao Dongmei's work carefully again and sighed, "It's a pity that Xiao Dongmei is Lao Xue's student. It would be better if she was a student of Zhejiang University."
There is a student named Xiao Dongmei.
Tang Hepeng could imagine that in a few years or decades, Peking University would definitely have another literary giant.
Xue Zhenguo's fame will also soar.
Zhejiang University
As for Zhejiang University, there is no hope at the moment.
Bai Hua whispered, "If Liu Shengnan didn't pursue music, she might not be inferior to Xiao Dongmei."
Liu Shengnan
Tang Hepeng frowned slightly, sighed regretfully, and shook his head without saying anything.
That year, after graduating from graduate school, Liu Shengnan decided to leave Zhejiang University and go to the Central Conservatory of Music to pursue a doctorate in music. Tang Hepeng tried to persuade her several times but to no avail, so he had no choice but to let her leave.
Tang Hepeng also believes that if Liu Shengnan can devote herself to literature, she will have the opportunity to become a literary giant in the future.
Just like her current status as one of the top divas in pop music.
Bai Hua thought for a moment and whispered, "Professor Tang, what do you think if we keep Professor Wang at Zhejiang University? Isn't this a ready-made thing?"
Tang Hepeng was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Lao Chen proposed this last time when Wang Qian was giving a lecture, but Wang Qian refused because Lao Chen required him to attend at least one class per semester. Wang Qian refused because he said he didn't have time. Later, at a meeting, Lao Chen proposed to give Wang Qian the honorary professorship of Zhejiang University, just like Zhejiang Conservatory of Music, with no restrictions on class time and the same professor-level treatment, but it was suppressed by the school leaders."
"School leaders believe that Wang Qian is still too young and does not have enough experience. If Zhejiang University does this, it will become a joke in the circle."
Bai Hua chuckled and said, "Too young again, haha, I've heard this phrase too many times."
Bai Hua wanted to join the Writers Association a few years ago, but was rejected by Fang Guoshu, who said that Bai Hua was too young and should wait a few years.
Bai Hua clicked on Wang Qian's Weibo, looking expectant: "Let's see how Professor Wang responds to Xiao Dongmei's "A Cut Plum". In fact, Professor Wang's previous song "Drunk in the Flower Shade" is enough to surpass this "A Cut Plum". However, I think Professor Wang will not respond to Xiao Dongmei's two works with one work."
Tang Hepeng also stared at the computer screen.
Bai Hua: "Professor Wang hasn't responded yet."
Tang Hepeng picked up the brush and slowly wrote Xiao Dongmei's "A Cut Plum" in the Slender Gold style that he had practiced for some time.
…
Mountain city!
Guo Zhuangzhuang stood on the roof and watched Xiao Dongmei continue to write calligraphy at the desk. She was so focused and calm, as if nothing had happened and he did not exist.
Guo Zhuangzhuang just wanted to leave here quickly. He picked up his phone and saw that Wang Qian had not replied yet.
Almost half an hour passed.
The Weibo messages he posted have been forwarded and liked over 100,000 times, and the number of comments has exceeded tens of thousands.
"Dongmei, Wang Qian hasn't come back yet."
Guo Zhuangzhuang took the initiative to speak and broke the silence.
Xiao Dongmei did not speak, nor did she pay attention to Guo Zhuangzhuang. She just wrote carefully, stroke by stroke, until the paper was full. Then she put down the pen and said, "I heard that when Wang Qian gave a lecture at Zhejiang University, he left behind a new kind of calligraphy he created, called Slender Gold Style, is that right?"
Guo Zhuangzhuang nodded: "Yes, Professor Lu Chunhu highly recommends it. I took the blackboard home and studied it for a while, and it has already taken shape."
Xiao Dongmei put away the words she had written and laid out another piece of white paper: "If you want to see me next time, bring a blackboard that Wang Qian had written on."
Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly: "Dongmei, please forgive me. Now only the school and Professor Lu have it. But they all treasure it very much. Professor Lu and Director Chen even had a quarrel over this blackboard. Many calligraphers want to borrow it to have a look, but Director Chen won't lend it to them, so they go to the school to have a look themselves."
"Do you think I have the face to bring you a blackboard from school?"
Xiao Dongmei didn't even look at Guo Zhuangzhuang. She looked at her own words and said calmly, "Then you don't have to come to see me again."
Although Guo Zhuangzhuang felt a little regretful, he also felt a sense of relief.
I have been a bootlicker for more than a year.
Guo Zhuangzhuang finally recognized it.
A woman like Xiao Dongmei is not something I can handle on my own!
Not worthy.
I can't figure it out either.
Xiao Dongmei met him several times, but she rarely even looked at him straight in the eye.
If you don’t want to come, then don’t come.
Guo Zhuangzhuang remained silent and just wanted to leave quickly. He picked up his phone and looked at it again, and found that Wang Qian had not replied yet.
I couldn't help but think of it.
Could it be that Wang Qian has no work to respond to for the time being, so he is playing dead and keeping silent
…
After Wang Qian released Zui Hua Yin.
Qin Xuerong was very happy after reading it, and then...they went to the bathroom to take a shower.
About an hour passed.
They both came out because they were too hungry to have any strength left.
After all, I haven't had breakfast yet.
Murong Yue shouted downstairs: "Qin Xuerong, do you want to starve Jiang Jiang and me to death?"
Qin Xuerong put on her clothes, blushed, and went downstairs to cook.
Wang Qian also followed him downstairs.
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were both slumped on the sofa, checking their phones, when they saw the two people coming downstairs.
Murong Yue said innocently, "You two are really enough. You didn't eat in the morning and exercised for so long. Jiang Jiang and I are starving. Qin Xuerong, hurry up and cook!"
Qin Xuerong felt guilty, so he didn't argue with Murong Yue. He lowered his head and quickly went to the kitchen to cook.
Wang Qian was thick-skinned enough to ignore such teasing, so he sat across from the two of them and asked, "Why don't you make something to eat?"
Murong Yue: "Xiaoxue said she would provide meals, Jiang Jiang and I will just eat."
Jiang Yu looked at Wang Qian and asked, "Didn't you check Weibo?"
Wang Qian nodded: "I didn't see it just now!"
Both of them blushed.
What was Wang Qian doing just now
They all heard it.
This villa is too big and spacious, so the sound insulation is average.
Of course, the main reason was that Qin Xuerong couldn’t control his voice very well.
Jiang Yu looked away from Wang Qian and whispered, "Take a look. Guo Zhuangzhuang just released another piece of work. I think it's pretty good. You haven't responded for nearly an hour. Everyone says you're scared."
Murong Yue: "I saw Xue Man say that Guo Zhuangzhuang published Xiao Dongmei's work."
Jiang Yu nodded: "Yes, it should be Xiao Dongmei. Guo Zhuangzhuang is just a fraud and he definitely can't write such a good work."
Murong Yue: "If you ask me, Wang Qian, don't reply. Your song "Drunken Flower Shadows" is good enough in itself, and is better than Xiao Dongmei's "A Cut Plum Blossom"!"
Boom boom boom…
There was a knock on the door.
Wang Qian, Jiang Yu and Murong Yue were all stunned for a moment.
Murong Yue shouted rudely to Qin Xuerong in the kitchen: "Qin Xuerong, there's a knock on the door. Is anyone coming today?"
Qin Xuerong answered loudly: "I don't know, go open the door."
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu both sat there motionless, looking at Wang Qian at the same time!
Wang Qian was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me?"
Murong Yue: "You are Xiaoxue's boyfriend, which means you are half the owner. When a guest comes, shouldn't you go and open the door?"
Wang Qian looked at the two of them speechlessly, shook his head and smiled. He knew that Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were deliberately giving him a cold look, so he stood up and opened the door.
The person standing at the door made Wang Qian stunned.
He thought it might be He Dongming, or maybe Zhao Wei, He Fulin or someone like that.
After all, he didn't know many people in Xihu City, and the only friend who could come to his house was He Dongming.
but…
Unexpectedly.
As soon as the door opened, two beautiful girls who looked like twins were standing at the door.
Xu Wenwen, Xu Xiaoxiao.
Xu Wenwen was wearing pink casual clothes, not as formal as she was last time. She no longer had the aura of a strong woman, but instead looked much cuter and more youthful.
Xu Xiaoxiao was wearing the uniform of Zhejiang Conservatory of Music, and she looked calm. When she saw Wang Qian open the door, a blush appeared on her chubby face, and then she quickly returned to normal. She looked at Wang Qian, smiled, bowed lightly, and said, "Professor Wang, my sister and I are here to visit you and would like to ask you some questions about calligraphy. Sorry to bother you."
Xu Wenwen's eyes flashed with helplessness. She was dragged here by her sister, and she was too embarrassed to come here. However, she said politely at this time: "Professor Wang, I hope I didn't disturb you?"
Wang Qian was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, took a step back, and stretched out his hand, saying, "Don't disturb me, please come in. I just got up a while ago, and I don't have anything to do today, so I just want to rest. You are welcome to be my guest!"
This was not the first time that Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao came here, but it was their first time as formal guests. After they entered the room, they changed into slippers and greeted Murong Yue and Jiang Yu when they saw them.
Xu Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoyue, Jiang Jiang, hello!"
Xu Wenwen: "Hello."
Jiang Yu smiled and nodded without saying anything.
Murong Yue waved her hand and shouted, "Xiaoxiao, Sister Wenwen, you are here, come and sit down."
Murong Yue stood up and pulled the two of them over to sit down.
Everyone was familiar with each other, so soon there was no longer any awkwardness and they started chatting.
Wang Qian went to get some drinks and snacks, put them down, and was about to leave.
Xu Wenwen shouted, "Professor Wang, you can't leave."
Wang Qian: "It's ok, you guys chat first, I'll go make breakfast for Xuerong, we'll eat together later, and then we'll talk about calligraphy."
Xu Wenwen said hurriedly: "I would like to ask you about the work "Drunk in the Shadows of Flowers".
Then she pulled a folder with a stack of papers from her bag and spread them out on the table.
Xu Xiaoxiao also immediately said: "And mine!"
She also took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. On it was written the same poem "Drunk in the Shade of Flowers" that Wang Qian had just posted on Weibo.
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu came over to take a closer look.
Jiang Yu whispered, "Are they all Wang Qian's Slender Gold Style?"
Xu Xiaoxiao said: "Well, my sister and I wrote it based on the video of Professor Wang giving lectures at Zhejiang University and our Zhejiang Conservatory of Music. I also borrowed the blackboard that Professor Wang left at school last time."
Xu Wenwen: "It's not well written. I'm just showing off my skills in front of an expert."
Wang Qian looked carefully and found that both sisters had good handwriting.
Although, he is definitely not as good as someone like Wang Qian.
But it’s definitely an entry level.
In such a short time, you can learn a new calligraphy font.
The two sisters are very talented.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that they have practiced calligraphy for many years and have a profound foundation.
Wang Qian nodded: "Well written, is this what you came to me for?"
Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Qian and said, "Well, my sister and I really like this song, Drunken Flower Shadows."
Xu Wenwen: "We were both bored at home, and we saw your work on Weibo, and we really liked it. So we came here to ask Professor Wang about this piece and calligraphy."
Wang Qian commented: "Your handwriting is not bad. Just keep practicing. I don't even need to write calligraphy for you."
Xu Xiaoxiao said hurriedly: "I still need Professor Wang's calligraphy copybook."
Xu Wenwen: "What about this piece? Professor Wang, how did you write such a graceful poem? It is written entirely from the perspective of us women. When I first saw it, I couldn't believe it was written by you. It's amazing."
Xu Wenwen read the poem "Drunk in the Flower Shades" carefully again. She loved it every time she read it.
After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say it's not heartbreaking, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers.
It's fascinating to read!
Wang Qian explained: "I'm an actor!"
After a pause, Wang Qian smiled and said, "I can also play a woman."
Four pairs of eyes stared at Wang Qian and blinked.
Murong Yue asked doubtfully, "A man dressed as a woman?"
Wang Qian glared at Murong Yue and said, "Get lost!"
Then, Wang Qian explained many details of this poem "Drunk in the Flower Shade".
I explained it to the four people present.
It's like cooking for yourself.
Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao carefully wrote down every word Wang Qian said.
Especially Xu Wenwen, a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Zhejiang University, she has planned to teach this poem "Drunk in the Flower Shades" in class next week. Now that she can get the explanation from Wang Qian, the original author himself, she is more confident to give the lecture and is not afraid of being laughed at.
After talking for more than ten minutes, Wang Qian said: "That's about it..."
Xu Xiaoxiao asked curiously, "Then Professor Wang, Xiao Dongmei later sent another poem, Yi Jian Mei, why didn't you reply?"
Xu Wenwen touched her sister with her arm and told her to be careful with her words and not to mention this matter.
About an hour has passed since Guo Zhuangzhuang released his work, but there is still no movement on Wang Qian's Weibo.
Many people in the literary circle believe that Wang Qian may not have any works for the time being, so he remains silent.
This kind of thing is not uncommon. Just keep silent at first, and then find an excuse to deal with it later, as long as you can save face.
Xu Wenwen thought so too.
However, Xu Xiaoxiao doesn't think so.
She felt that Wang Qian was definitely not keeping silent because he had no works.
Even if there are no works, a responsible person like Wang Qian will never remain silent and play dead, and will definitely stand up and make it clear.
So, she asked, wanting to know the real reason.
Jiang Yu had a smile on his face.
Murong Yue just laughed out loud, then lay on the sofa and giggled like a dove.
Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao were both confused and looked at Murong Yue and Jiang Yu curiously.
Wang Qian was a little surprised. He ignored Jiang Yu and Murong Yue's smiles and answered casually, "Oh? She wrote another Yi Jian Mei? I didn't see it. I was too busy at the time, so I didn't check Weibo. Now I have time."
Xu Wenwen's eyes widened: "You didn't read it? So you didn't reply?"
Murong Yue held back her laughter and said seriously, "Yes, he was very busy just now. Jiang Jiang and I can testify to this."
Wang Qian glanced at the two of them. The two guys were obviously teasing with bad intentions: "You don't need to testify. If you didn't read it, you didn't read it. If you didn't reply, you didn't reply. It's not like you'll lose a piece of meat."
Xu Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly.
She believed every word Wang Qian said.
She knew that Wang Qian was definitely not pretending to be silent because he had no works.
She believed that Wang Qian was not such a person.
Wang Qian took out his phone, opened Weibo and looked at it, then said softly, "Let me see this song Yi Jian Mei, the other party is called Xiao Dongmei?"
Xu Wenwen nodded. "Yes, Xiao Dongmei is a professor in the Chinese Department of Shancheng University. She graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University with a doctorate degree. She is a student of Professor Xue and a classmate of Xue Man, the Xue Man you often interact with. It is said that Xiao Dongmei is the most talented student in the Chinese Department of Peking University in the past decade. Moreover, she is very low-key and rarely shows up in public. She has published two poetry collections."
Xu Xiaoxiao: "I don't know how Guo Zhuangzhuang fooled Xiao Dongmei and showed you Xiao Dongmei's work. He is such a mean person."
Xu Wenwen: "However, I think Xiao Dongmei's "A Cut Plum Blossom" is still very good. It is a rare good work in modern times."
Wang Qian leaned on the sofa, looking relaxed and casual. He did not have the elegance and easy-going manner of a writer in the Zhejiang University classroom, nor the confidence and elegance of an artist in the Zhejiang Conservatory of Music classroom, nor the proud and manic attitude of "I am the center of the world" as he did on the stage!
Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that the distance between herself and Wang Qian seemed to have shortened a lot, just like facing her good friend.
Wang Qian didn't say anything. He looked at his Weibo and found many comments below it.
"Professor Wang, why are you silent? Please comment on Guo Zhuangzhuang's "A Cut Plum Blossom". I see many people think it's good."
"Professor Wang, they all say you are a coward. Say something."
"Professor Wang, where have you been?"
"Professor Wang, where are the people? Don't be scared."
"Professor Wang, Guo Zhuangzhuang said you were pretending to be dead."
"Professor Wang, someone said you gave up!"
…
Many of Wang Qian’s fans are basically ordinary people, so they are easily led by the rhythm, although they all support Wang Qian.
However, they are still influenced by the comments of many so-called experts and scholars.
Wang Qian did not blame them for this.
This is unavoidable.
They are also worried and confused.
He first went to Guo Zhuangzhuang’s Weibo to look at the “A Cut Plum” he had posted.
Read it quickly!
Wang Qian couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
to be honest.
If you don’t rely on copying.
Wang Qian felt that the other party’s talent was ten blocks ahead of his own!
His appreciation ability is quite good. After reading it once, he knew that this work is a truly rare masterpiece in modern society, and it is also a good work in ancient times. Even if it is not a masterpiece of all ages, it is not much different and it is likely to be passed down.
Anyway, in his previous life, he was in another world and had never seen anyone write ancient poems of this level at that time.
Such work, such talent.
Must give praise.
Wang Qian posted on Weibo: "I'm sorry everyone, I was delayed by something just now, so I haven't checked Weibo and didn't reply immediately. I'm sorry for causing misunderstanding."
"This piece of "Yi Jian Mei" by Xiao Dongmei, which was sent by Guo Zhuangzhuang, is very good and a rare masterpiece. To be honest, I was very surprised to see such a work. The author's attainments in graceful lyrics make me ashamed."
"For this reason, I will not type this piece of work, which is disrespectful to Xiao Dongmei."
After saying.
Wang Qian sent it out.
Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Xu Xiaoxiao, and Xu Wenwen did not gather around Wang Qian to look at his phone, as that would have been impolite.
But the four of them were holding their phones, waiting for Wang Qian's Weibo to refresh the information.
bite!
The four of them saw Wang Qian’s new message at the same time.
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu haven't taken a closer look yet.
Wang Qian put down his phone and stood up. His aura changed, and he exuded the domineering aura that only a scholar could have. He said in a loud voice, "Xiaoyue, Jiang Jiang, please prepare your writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu didn't think much about it. When they heard Wang Qian's words, they instinctively dropped their phones and ran to the inner room to get paper, brushes, ink, and inkstone.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both looked at Wang Qian with surprise.
Xu Xiaoxiao: "Professor Wang, do you want to write it down?"
Wang Qian nodded: "Of course, I'll write it down, take a video or a photo and post it. This is my respect for her. To be honest, this is the most talented graceful poem I have ever seen. I must talk to the author if I have the chance."
Xu Wenwen: "Xiao Dongmei's "A Cut Plum Blossom" is really good! It is only slightly inferior to your work, Professor Wang, but it is several levels better than other works of the same period. I plan to talk about it with my classmates in class next time I have the chance."
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu ran back quickly and placed the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the large desk next to them.
Xu Xiaoxiao quickly went over to help grind the ink.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue spread out a piece of paper.
Xu Wenwen took out her mobile phone, turned on the video, adjusted the angle, and wanted to record the scene.
Wang Qian stood in front of the table, closed his eyes, and calmed down his spirit and emotions.
Xu Xiaoxiao and the other three remained silent.
Those who were grinding ink continued to grind ink.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue used a paperweight to press the paper.
Murong Yue took the brush and handed it to Wang Qian with both hands.
Wang Qian naturally enjoyed the service of the four people. He reached out to take the brush handed to him by Murong Yue, and then dipped it in the ink prepared by Xu Xiaoxiao.
Then, Wang Qian moved his brush steadily and splashed ink.
The brush moved quickly across the white paper.
One after another, words in the very personal style of thin gold appeared on the white paper.
A plum blossom!
Three words appeared.
The pupils of everyone present narrowed.
Here we come!
Here we come!
He is here!
At the same time, sisters Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao thought to themselves, as expected.
Guo Zhuangzhuang released a song called "Drunk in the Flower Shade" for the first time.
Wang Qian also responded with a song called "Zui Hua Yin", which was several levels better than the other party's "Zui Hua Yin".
Then, Guo Zhuangzhuang released another song "Yi Jian Mei" which was a huge improvement.
Both sisters Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen speculated that Wang Qian might write a poem of the same tune, "Yi Jian Mei", in response!
Now I see the three words "Yi Jian Mei" appear on the paper.
The two sisters looked at each other and smiled slightly, with anticipation in their eyes. Then they quickly looked at Wang Qian and the brush in his hand.
While Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were surprised, they were also somewhat accustomed to Wang Qian's style, so they were soon relieved and just focused on watching the words gradually appearing on the paper!
The red lotus fragrance fades away and the jade mat is cold in autumn.
She took off her silk robe and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who sent the letter from the clouds
When the geese return, the moon is full in the west building.
The four of them stared with wide eyes, watching the words appear one by one, and their breathing became much quieter.
Qin Xuerong, who had cooked the porridge and came over wearing an apron, also stood there quietly, holding a spoon in her hand, staring at Wang Qian without blinking.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen come from families with a deep understanding of the subject, so they feel it most deeply.
This is the first verse.
Let their hearts be shaken!
very nice!
Can't help but miss it.
However, I was afraid of disturbing Wang Qian.
So, both of them resisted their impulse and excitedly stared at the pen in Wang Qian's hand, staring at every word Wang Qian wrote.
The flowers fall and the water flows.
One place of longing, two places of idle worries.
There is no way to get rid of this feeling.
The worry has just left my brow, but it’s still weighing on my mind.
call…
It wasn’t Wang Qian’s breathing.
Instead, it was the sound of heavy breathing emitted by the other five beauties at the same time.
Xu Xiaoxiao even covered her mouth, with tears trembling in her eyes. She was afraid that she would burst into tears!
This poem.
It touched her heart!
There is no way to get rid of this feeling, it has just left my eyebrows, but it is still weighing on my heart!
Isn't that just how she feels lately
Every day, Wang Qian's figure would constantly appear in her mind.
I think of him when I play the piano, I think of him when I write, I think of him when he eats, and he is still in my dreams when I sleep.
It was exactly the same as what was written in the poem. After reading it, Xu Xiaoxiao felt like crying, as if Wang Qian understood her heart.
Xu Wenwen's expression was also somewhat intoxicated, and she was obviously attracted by the song "Yi Jian Mei".
Murong Yue, Jiang Yu, and Qin Xuerong were not students of literature, but they had strong literary literacy and could see at a glance that this piece of work was extraordinary.
Especially, as women, they feel that this song "Yi Jian Mei" truly touches their hearts!
Very good!
Reading it is like reading your own thoughts.
very nice!
Qin Xuerong held the spoon in her hand, but she couldn't help being excited. When she saw Wang Qian put down his brush, she rushed over and hugged Wang Qian's neck, her voice choking with sobs: "You write so well, husband, I love you!"
Qin Xuerong felt that this song "Yi Jian Mei" was written to describe her feelings during the time when she liked Wang Qian more than a month ago.
I see Wang Qian every day, but I can't!
Murong Yue and Jiang Yu looked at the words on the white paper and were stunned for a moment. They felt deeply in their hearts and looked at Qin Xuerong with envy. Then they both smiled bitterly, which was barely perceptible.
Wang Qian patted Qin Xuerong's shoulder, rubbed her hair that was tied up casually, took a deep breath of the smell between her hair, and whispered, "I love you too!"
Qin Xuerong couldn't stop crying and started to cry. She wiped her tears hastily and saw Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen were still there. Her face turned red. "I, I'll go cook."
After saying that, Qin Xuerong quickly turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both woke up.
Xu Wenwen said with a trembling voice: "Professor Wang, do you want to publish this work?"
There was obvious respect in her tone, and there was even a hint of admiration in her eyes!
Seeing such a favorite work come out with her own eyes, the impact on literature student Xu Wenwen is indescribable. She is even willing to kneel down and become Wang Qian's apprentice!
Wang Qian picked up the water cup on the table, took a sip of water, and nodded: "Okay, send me the video and I will post it on Weibo."
Xu Wenwen nodded, added Wang Qian's WeChat, and sent the video to him. When she saw that she was also Wang Qian's friend, she felt inexplicably proud!
She now somewhat understood how her younger sister Xu Xiaoxiao felt.
Xu Xiaoxiao had already taken two steps forward and gently put away the work Wang Qian had written. She looked at Wang Qian hopefully and said, "Professor Wang, can you give me this calligraphy?"
Wang Qian nodded indifferently: "Okay, take it. I can't give you the calligraphy for now. If you and your sister want to see it, you can take a look at this first."
Xu Xiaoxiao smiled widely and carefully put it away: "Thank you."
Wang Qian nodded and forwarded the video Xu Wenwen sent him on his Weibo.