In an apartment in Magic City.
Li Qingyao was sitting alone in front of the TV at this moment, wearing furry pajamas, with her hair casually loose. She held a soft pillow in front of her with both hands, buried her chin in the pillow, and stared at the TV screen with her eyes.
The TV screen was the live broadcast of China's Voice which had just started on Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV.
The host Daji came out with a microphone and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, nice to see you again. So far in this season of The Voice of China, there have been many surprising contestants appearing. It can be said that this is the most exciting season of The Voice of China in the past ten years. It is also known as the strongest music talent show in China."
"As the host, I feel deeply honored. However, I have always believed that our program is also a cultural program..."
When Li Qingyao saw this, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
The host continued, "Why? Because this year's Voice of China, whether it's the teachers or the contestants, they are all Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons. Last time's Chen Xiaowen, and this time's Professor Wang Qian, are both representatives."
"A friend of mine is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of a university. When he was preparing for class recently, he focused on explaining several literary works by Professor Wang. Moreover, he said that he had talked about them several times in class and the response was quite good. Students also participated enthusiastically and asked him to talk about them again. He had no choice but to continue to dig deeper into Professor Wang's works and try to dig out more connotations..."
There was applause at the scene.
Wang Qian, who was standing in the waiting area, also smiled and applauded. The photographer also gave him a special shot so that the audience across the country could see his position.
Wang Qian's smile was somewhat helpless.
The host said it as if the lecturer was forcing connotations.
There are two trees in the yard, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree...
The connotation of this sentence can be written into a long review of tens of thousands of words...
Wang Qian still remembers it vividly.
However, when he saw the camera was facing him, he immediately broke into a bright smile.
The applause at the scene became even louder.
The four mentors sitting in their seats also smiled and applauded, and their faces were full of anticipation, looking forward to the calligraphy works that Wang Qian would give them next.
The host stood in the middle of the scene and said quickly: "However, many people only noticed how excellent Professor Wang's literary works are. Only a few people noticed that Professor Wang's calligraphy is actually top-notch in contemporary times. He also created a calligraphy font of his own, which has been recognized by many people in the calligraphy world."
"Professor Wang is known as the only calligraphy master who founded a new school in modern times. Every time I come to host a program and meet Professor Wang, I get a little nervous, afraid of not performing well and embarrassing myself in front of Professor Wang, just like performing poorly in front of a teacher."
The host's words once again caused laughter at the scene!
Just like the last time a certain instructor said that he didn’t dare to say much when commenting on Wang Qian, for fear of saying something wrong.
Because Wang Qian's status is really not inferior to the four mentors, and he even surpasses them in the fields of literature and music and art, so they dare not comment casually.
Unlike some music variety shows, a small-time singer who is a trainee and debuted through a talent show, and who is not a very popular singer yet, but just an averagely popular singer, dares to be a teacher on the show and casually comment on the works of famous senior singers!
These four mentors did not dare to make such casual comments in front of Wang Qian.
The host stopped talking nonsense and said, "This time, the four mentors asked Professor Wang for calligraphy together, and Professor Wang agreed. Moreover, Professor Wang also promised the director that he could write calligraphy for the four mentors on the spot. So, before the contestants officially perform, we will ask Professor Wang to write four calligraphy works for the four mentors on the spot, so that we can have a glimpse of Professor Wang's calligraphy art!"
The host immediately raised his hand and started applauding.
The applause at the scene became even louder.
The four mentors even stood up and applauded, and everyone looked expectant and smiling.
Wang Qian walked out step by step, neither hurried nor slow, and bowed gently to everyone in a gentle and elegant manner. Then he came to the center of the stage, where a table for calligraphy, as well as pens, ink, paper and inkstone were already set out, all of which were of the highest quality.
The host passed the microphone to Wang Qian and said softly, "Professor Wang, what do you want to say to everyone now?"
Wang Qian only wanted to finish his performance quickly and leave the stage to other contestants who were about to perform, so he said directly: "There's nothing special I want to say, I just want to tell everyone that music and literature are my two favorite arts. They can cultivate sentiment and a stable character."
"When people are upset, they can calm down by playing the piano or writing a piece of calligraphy. People say that I am a master of calligraphy who founded a new school of calligraphy. In fact, I don't dare to take that title. Calligraphy is just a hobby of mine. I can't compare with the real masters who have devoted their whole lives to calligraphy."
"Slender Gold Calligraphy is something I created by chance. If you are interested, just try to write it. There is no need to think too highly of it! It is just a font..."
After saying.
Wang Qian picked up the brush, tried the feel of it, and started to think about it.
After listening to Wang Qian's words, the host Daji looked at Wang Qian carefully, trying to see whether Wang Qian was speaking from the heart or was just trying to show his modesty.
After all, not everyone can create a masterpiece of calligraphy.
Over thousands of years from ancient times to the present, there are only a few types of calligraphy fonts that have been passed down.
Wang Qian's Slender Gold calligraphy style has been recognized by many people in the calligraphy world, and some even learn to copy it. He is definitely qualified to be called a master of calligraphy.
Wang Qian himself expressed his disagreement and put himself in a very low position, while also describing the calligraphy font he created as very ordinary.
After looking carefully, Daji felt that what Wang Qian said seemed to be the truth, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes!
However, he did not speak again.
Because what Wang Qian said may be quite controversial!
Your hobbies and interests have surpassed many masters who have studied for decades...
Where can those masters put their faces
Daji didn't dare to make any comments casually, for fear that he might become the target of criticism.
Wang Qian has already started writing!
The scene was also kept quiet. The audience, mentors, and many staff members watched Wang Qian's movements on the big screen without blinking, not wanting to miss any details of Wang Qian's movements.
At this moment, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of viewers across the country were staring at the TV screens, watching Wang Qian's actions.
…
In the mountain city, Xiao Dongmei sat elegantly and calmly on a chair, her face calm, but her eyes slightly excited. She stared at the TV screen, her right hand clenched as if holding a brush, and her arm waved gently, as if imitating the movement of Wang Qian writing on TV.
Not far away, Xiao Dongcheng looked at his sister and said to his mother, "Mom, look at my sister!"
My mother said calmly, "What are you looking at? You're another year older!"
Xiao Dongcheng was speechless and continued, "Mom, I think my sister may have someone she likes recently."
The mother perked up immediately, staring at her daughter with wide eyes, and asked her son in a low voice: "Is it the Guo Zhuangzhuang who came last time? He looks quite energetic, and seems to be a writer? I heard that his character is average, so I don't like him very much."
Xiao Dongcheng shook his head: "It's not Guo Zhuangzhuang. Guo Zhuangzhuang was driven away by my elder sister. I guess he doesn't dare to come again."
Mom: "Who is that? Your sister is either teaching in class or reading and writing at home. Who could she like?"
Xiao Dongcheng smiled and looked at Wang Qian on the TV screen: "It should be him!"
My mother stared at the TV screen in amazement: "This person? Wang Qian?"
Xiao Dongcheng nodded: "That should be the case. My sister specifically asked me to help him download Wang Qian's calligraphy videos. He watched Wang Qian's videos for a long time every day. He also studied every piece of Wang Qian's work. His mind was full of Wang Qian."
My mother frowned slightly. "I heard from your father that Wang Qian is extremely talented. His achievements in music and literature are already at the master level. If he publishes more books and wins a few awards in the future, he may become a leading figure in the domestic literary world, and even a leading master in the piano world. Your father said that within 20 years, Wang Qian may become a national treasure-level master in the domestic literary and art world."
"How can I be attracted to your sister? And, is your sister worthy of me?"
My mother looked puzzled.
Xiao Dongcheng looked at his mother speechlessly and exclaimed: "Mom, you are really my sister's biological mother. Wang Qian is powerful and talented, but my sister is not bad either. My sister is so beautiful, her works are very popular, she is a professor at Shancheng University, a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Jingcheng University, and she also has a place in the domestic literary world. These halos are not bad, okay?"
Mom: "Then your sister stays at home all day, and no one has ever seen her. What's the point of liking her?"
Xiao Dongcheng frowned: "That's right! I can't do anything about it."
The mother and son looked at Xiao Dongmei with sad faces.
Xiao Dongmei was completely focused at the moment. She didn't hear, nor did she care about, the conversation between her mother and brother. All her attention was focused on the TV screen.
Just see.
Wang Qian was writing with a brush on the TV screen, and words appeared one by one.
The poem written by Xiao Dongmei, Drunken Flower Shade, is exactly what she wrote many times recently!
Xiao Dongmei was very familiar with every word in it.
She has also imitated Wang Qian's thin gold handwriting many times.
But this time I saw Wang Qian writing it himself.
Xiao Dongmei gradually came to an understanding in her heart!
This word, originally, is written like this.
She waved her arms gently, and her wrists turned slightly and flexibly, as if she was writing.
If you look closely, you can see that every movement of Xiao Dongmei's arms and wrists is almost exactly the same as the movements of Wang Qian writing on the TV screen.
Not far away, my mother whispered to Xiao Dongcheng, "Wang Qian's handwriting is really good! It's no problem to say that he is a contemporary calligraphy master. It's just that he is too young, has little experience, has no mature works, and has never won a big award, so his status in the circle is not so recognized."
Xiao Dongcheng exclaimed: "What is unrivaled is his talent!"
The Xiao family is a scholarly family in the mountain city, so the family members are knowledgeable and know Wang Qian's talents and the achievements he may achieve in the future.
My mother nodded gently: "So, your sister is not worthy of me now."
Xiao Dongcheng smiled bitterly.
My older sister is definitely my mother’s biological daughter.
Identification completed.
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West Lake City.
In an older residential building in a certain east building.
Lu Chunhu was standing in the living room at this moment. There was a table in the middle, on which were white paper, writing brush, inkstone and inkstone. He had picked up the brush, staring at the TV screen with his eyes, holding the brush in one hand, and writing along with Wang Qian's movements.
Drunk in the shade of flowers!
Finished!
On TV, Wang Qian put down his brush.
Lu Chunhu also gently put down his brush, looked at his own writing, and laughed: "Hahaha, it's about three-quarters like it."
I have been practicing the Slender Gold font for so long.
Lu Chunhu's calligraphy in the Slender Gold style is already at a very high level. Now he follows Wang Qian on TV, copying the fonts and imitating the movements. Finally, his calligraphy in the Slender Gold style has been improved to a higher level, showing some spirit and energy!
Lu Chunhu was very satisfied with this.
However, he saw on TV that Wang Qian gently put aside the song "Drunk in the Flower Shade" he had just written and continued to write "A Cut Plum".
Lu Chunhu hurriedly put aside the poem he had just written, Drunken Flower Shadows, adjusted his posture and mood, looked at the TV screen, and started writing together with Wang Qian on the TV screen.
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Capital city!
Inside a courtyard.
Xue Zhenguo was also writing with a brush at this moment. He glanced at Wang Qian on the TV screen, then lowered his head and quickly wrote down one word after another in the thin gold script.
Xue Man didn't say anything, just watched quietly, but she also held a brush in her right hand and imitated Wang Qian's writing movements in the air.
The father and daughter didn't say anything. They just watched quietly and studied on their own.
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This moment.
All the TV viewers across the country were attracted by Wang Qian’s temperament at this moment!
It was a master-level temperament as if he had been immersed in the field of calligraphy for decades, and his whole body was filled with the accumulated aura of Chinese studies.
Every time I write, every time I dip the brush in ink, it is so calm and unrestrained, full of heritage.
It has become a hot topic on Weibo.
"Is this the real master? Kneel down! Compared with Professor Wang, those so-called masters who are hyped up are just clowns. They insult the word master. This is the real master."
"After seeing Professor Wang's calligraphy, I want to learn it. Is it too late to buy brushes, ink, paper and inkstone now?"
"I was drunk watching it! I didn't understand it, but it felt so great!"
"Is this a talent show? I'm afraid I'm watching a fake Voice of China. Professor Wang instantly raised the level of The Voice of China."
“This is really beautiful.”
"Is this the Slender Gold Style created by Professor Wang? It looks very nice. Professor Wang looks so handsome when he writes."
"I want a piece of calligraphy written by Professor Wang. I beg you! The price is negotiable. If you have any, please send me a private message."
"This is a true master. I am a student of Zhejiang University. Our teacher Xu Wenwen said that her sister has a calligraphy piece written by Professor Wang, which she has collected as a treasure and can bring to the school for viewing when there is a chance. There is a room in our school where the blackboard written by Professor Wang during his last lecture is placed. Without the permission of the department head, ordinary people are not allowed to enter and observe."
"Drunk in the Shadows of Flowers, A Cut Plum Blossom, Woo woo woo woo, these are my two favorite works. If Professor Wang can give me one of them, I would be willing to die."
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on site.
The four mentors all stood up from their seats and stretched their heads to look at Wang Qian in the middle.
Then, after Wang Qian finished writing a poem called Drunken Flower Shade.
The four mentors no longer cared about their identities and the live broadcast. They left their seats and ran to Wang Qian. Their eyes were still fixed on Wang Qian, the brush in his hand, and the words written by the brush.
Wang Jingyu, with joy on her face, picked up the Drunken Flower Shadows that Wang Qian had just written and took a look at it. A satisfied smile was already on her face.
The host Daji standing next to him also had a look of longing on his face and really wanted a piece of calligraphy written by Wang Qian.
However, this was a live broadcast and he was embarrassed to say it, fearing being rejected, which would embarrass him in front of the national audience.
Moreover, he also knew that his relationship with Wang Qian was average, and it would be too abrupt to ask for the other person's signature.
So, he could only watch with envy.
The five people just stood quietly behind Wang Qian, watching without saying a word, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing Wang Qian.
Wang Qian did not say anything, his mind immersed in this artistic conception.
Art is something that is very particular about artistic conception and state of mind.
That’s what we call inspiration!
At this moment, Wang Qian immersed himself in the performance with his experience and found a state of mind for himself.
so!
He writes as if inspired by God.
A plum blossom!
I wrote it down slowly.
Every word is filled with his energy and spirit.
Wang Qian didn't say anything, he just gently picked up the written words, looked at them, and then gently put them aside.
Without saying a word, Qin Han couldn't wait to pick it up and have a look at it, with a smile on his face. Then he aimed it towards the camera and showed it with a proud look on his face.
Snap, snap…
There were audience members who wanted to applaud.
Qin Han, Wang Jingyu, Cui Wenfeng, Liu Junhua, and even the host Daji all made a gesture of silence to the audience, signaling everyone to be quiet.
So, as soon as the applause started, everyone quickly quieted down and no one dared to disturb Wang Qian.
Wang Qian closed his eyes and thought about it.
Everyone at the scene and all the viewers watching on TV across the country can see his current state.
Many people watched with admiration on their faces!
This is the master!
What a master!
In the lounge.
Murong Yue said to Qin Xuerong: "Xue'er, your Wang Qian is awesome! He is a true master."
Jiang Yu: "I'll also collect a calligraphy piece when I get back."
Murong Yue immediately said: "I want two!"
Qin Xuerong smiled, her face full of pride, staring at Wang Qian in the picture, her affection seemed to melt into water, and she said softly: "When he rests, I will ask him to write two words for you."
Zhao Wei and He Fulin opened their mouths but neither spoke. They looked at each other and could see the emotions in each other's eyes!
Dare not say!
It’s not easy to ask for.
They have benefited from Wang Qian's fame this time.
Do you still want other people’s calligraphy works
People should be content!
…
Wang Qian closed his eyes for a while to gather his emotions, then quickly opened his eyes and began to write as if inspired!
The pen moves like a dragon.
Jiangchengzi!
An old man talks about his youthful madness...
A piece of work was written quickly.
This is Cui Wenfeng's favorite. He originally wanted to get a piece of "A Cut Plum Blossom" or "Dielianhua" for his child, but when he saw this painting of "Jiang Chengzi", he couldn't help it and took the one he liked first. He couldn't wait!
So, Cui Wenfeng quickly took the calligraphy work handed over by Wang Qian, his face full of joy, smiling from ear to ear, and he liked it more and more the more he looked at it.
Although he does not practice calligraphy, he has been in the literary and artistic circles in Beijing for so many years that his appreciation level is extraordinary. He knows that this is an absolutely excellent calligraphy masterpiece, and he also likes to collect calligraphy works!
I will definitely collect this calligraphy when I get home.
Finally, it’s Liu Junhua.
Liu Junhua looked at Wang Qian eagerly. He was a little slow just now and didn't get the Jiang Chengzi. He felt a little regretful and glared at Cui Wenfeng.
Wang Qian thought for a few seconds and then started writing quickly!
Butterfly in love!
The flowers have faded and the green apricots are small...
Liu Junhua did not make any requests, he only asked for a piece of calligraphy by Wang Qian, so he was very happy to see this poem "Dielianhua".
This piece of work can be said to be very underestimated!
Many people discussed Wang Qian’s Drunken Flower Shadows, A Cut Plum, Jiang Chengzi, Shi Shuo and so on!
However, the two poems "Dielianhua" are also absolute masterpieces.
Liu Junhua is particularly fond of this song "Dielianhua Spring Scene", and the little emotions expressed in it are very good.
When he saw that Wang Qian wrote this piece, his face was full of joy!
The pen and ink flow freely.
Wang Qian also quickly finished writing this Butterfly Loves Flower, and heaved a sigh of relief. He handed the Butterfly Loves Flower calligraphy work to Liu Junhua and said with a smile: "I'm a little tired! But I'm in good shape today. I hope you like it."
Liu Junhua quickly took it and said hastily: "I like it, I definitely like it!"
Wang Jingyu said with a smile: "This is the best gift I have received this year, Professor Wang, thank you."
Qin Han looked at the work in his hand and said: "What a beautiful calligraphy!"
Cui Wenfeng still looked at his Jiang Chengzi and nodded in praise: "It is indeed a good work..."
Wang Qian was just about to put down the brush when he saw that the ink had not dried yet, and there was even a drop of ink on the paper.
The host Daji quickly came over to help and tried to put the paper away.
However, Wang Qian held Daji's hand, looked at the ink on the paper, pressed the brush on the ink, and gently wrote the word "tian" along the ink.
Frown!
this…