Facing everyone's gaze, Wang Qian said calmly, "That's right. I just made the decision this morning and only informed Director He. I didn't expect Professor Li to know about it."
Li Xiyan looked at He Chaohui and smiled, "It was Director He who told me to persuade the National Orchestra to cooperate with Professor Wang's performance. Although I have retired, I can still have a say. If you can show me Professor Wang's symphony score first, I will go to the orchestra immediately and discuss it with them."
Lin Xizhan and the others didn't say anything, knowing that this was a matter between Li Xiyan and Wang Qian in the field of music. They, the literati, couldn't get a word in, but they were all slightly expectant and surprised in their hearts.
They have overestimated Wang Qian's status in the field of literature to the level of a master, but Wang Qian's status in the field of music and art is already a world-class master.
It's already a level higher!
all of a sudden.
The obsessions in the hearts of Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian, Xue Zhenguo and other pure literati have become much less intense, especially the thought of testing Wang Qian has mostly disappeared.
What you care about may not be what others care about...
Wang Qian looked at Li Xiyan and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Professor Li, I haven't written the score yet. However, I have been thinking about this piece of music in my mind for several years, and recently I have a complete feeling. I will take time to write the music in the evening, and I should be able to give it to you tomorrow."
Li Xiyan stared at Wang Qian with wide eyes, just like He Chaohui just now: "So, you didn't even write the score?"
Wang Qian nodded calmly: "Yes, to be precise, not a single word was written."
Li Xiyan was silent for a moment. If it were someone else, he might have just walked away because the other person must be playing a trick on him.
However, when it came to Wang Qian, he thought about it silently for a while before saying seriously, "Then I look forward to Professor Wang's masterpiece."
He didn't say anything else, because he knew that Wang Qian had fought his way out of the world and must be more aware of his current situation than he was, so there was no need to say anything else, just wait for the work.
Wang Qian said confidently: "I won't let Professor Li down."
Seeing that the atmosphere had become a little more depressing, Wen Cang Jian said, "Professor Wang, your works have caused a sensation in the island country. Especially the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms, many people are studying it. I have read it twice, it is really a masterpiece. I heard that many people hope that this novel can be translated into Japanese and introduced to the island country, so that everyone can read it."
Wang Qian smiled and said, "That depends on how the island country's publisher discusses it. I think there shouldn't be any big problems."
Wen Cangjian nodded and said, "Yes, with such an excellent work, I think the publisher will definitely give Professor Wang the sincerity to satisfy him. The Three Kingdoms has ended, will Professor Wang have any new works to come out? After reading Professor Wang's Three Kingdoms, I have no interest in other novels. Compared with the Three Kingdoms, all contemporary novels seem unbearable."
The others also looked at Wang Qian with anticipation.
Even Lin Xizhan was looking forward to it. He also liked the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms very much. Naturally, he hoped that Wang Qian could continue to write a similar novel in the style and literary style of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Then he would definitely read it and show his support.
Wang Qian said uncertainly: "It depends on the time. I am not sure. I do have a few novel ideas, but they may be different from the style of the Three Kingdoms."
There was a glimmer of disappointment in the eyes of Wen Cangjian, Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, and Xue Zhenguo.
As masters of Chinese studies of the older generation, we all absolutely love the wonderful historical romance novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" which is semi-literary and semi-vernacular and every word is a gem.
If it's another style, they might not like it as much.
Xue Zhenguo looked at Wang Qian and said, "Professor Wang, when you come to Beijing this time, when will you give a class at our Beijing University? We at Beijing University are already making preparations."
Everyone stared at Wang Qian, waiting for the answer.
Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian and others came to Beijing for Wang Qian's lectures at famous universities such as Peking University and Shuimu.
They just dropped by to take a look at the music and art class and show their support for Wang Qian.
Wang Qian thought for a moment and said, "As for the time, I'm not sure right now. Let's wait until the lecture at the Central Conservatory of Music is over. But don't worry, I will definitely do everything I can in one go when I come to Beijing this time to avoid any more trouble later. So, I will complete all the invitations from you, Jingda and Shuimu, this time."
Xue Zhenguo: "Will it affect your condition to give lectures continuously this time? Do you want to take a break in between? You can see that Mr. Wen Cangjian and Mr. Lin are both in Beijing, and there are also many other Chinese culture masters from all over the country and even Asian countries. You will be under a lot of pressure to give lectures."
"You are facing the pressure from the world music and art community when you teach at the Central Conservatory of Music. However, you are also facing the same pressure when you teach at Kyoto University and Mizuki, so it is best not to make any mistakes."
What Xue Zhenguo said is quite serious.
However, everyone present knew that this was the truth.
Xue Zhenguo made things clear to Wang Qian in advance out of responsibility for Wang Qian.
Wang Qian looked calm, leaning back on the sofa and saying, "Don't worry, Professor Xue. I know what's going on. If something uncontrollable happens when I'm teaching, it's because I'm not as skilled as others. It's nothing."
Seeing Wang Qian speaking so easily, several people looked at him carefully and found that what Wang Qian said was the truth. They really didn't care about it and smiled bitterly.
They all knew that Wang Qian had achieved historic achievements in many fields, so he naturally didn't care much about Chinese literature and just let things go...
Lin Xizhan smiled and said, "Only with Professor Wang's mentality can one truly achieve great things. This is something I only realized more than ten years ago."
Several people nodded after hearing this.
The more you care, the harder it is to get it.
Lin Xizhan retired completely more than ten years ago and lived in seclusion. He did not care about worldly affairs and devoted himself to practicing calligraphy and studying. He was already a master of calligraphy, but he went one step further and became the number one in running script in the south. In the entire field of Chinese running script calligraphy, the only one who can be compared with him is another calligraphy master in the capital.
At this time, Qianyu Zhenzhu had brewed the tea leaves and brought them up elegantly, placing the tea tray in the middle and saying softly, "Everyone, please have some tea. This is the most unforgettable tea I have ever seen since I started brewing tea."
Qian Yu Zhenzhu gently handed cups of tea to several people. The first one was not given to Lin Xizhan, nor to her teacher Wen Cangjian, but to Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, please have some tea!"
Wang Qian smiled without any pretense. He took it with both hands and took a sip. He felt a warm current entering his stomach, and the fragrance remained in his mouth. Then, a scent of tea overflowed from his stomach and went straight to his head, making him feel refreshed and energetic. It seemed that all the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.
Wang Qian immediately praised: "Good tea, it is indeed the best Da Hong Pao. Thank you Professor Li."
Others also picked up their teacups and took a sip slowly.
Lin Xizhan said: "I got a hundred grams of this top-quality Da Hong Pao twenty years ago. It took me ten years to finish it. I have been thinking about it all these years. I didn't expect to drink it right away when I came to Beijing this time. It's really good tea."
Wang Qian smiled and said, "If Mr. Lin likes it, I will give the remaining tea to him later."
Lin Xizhan shook his head: "A gentleman does not take away what others love. Forget it, I drank it that year, so forget it. Leaving some regrets will make life more perfect. By the way, Professor Wang, have you seen the work that Zixin gave you yesterday? How do you feel about it? After Zixin saw your work a few months ago, he has been thinking about it and wanted to ask you for advice that year."
Yan Zixin, who was sitting behind Lin Xizhan, stood up, smiled at Wang Qian, and said, "Professor Wang is the best poet in the world and the only great calligrapher. It would be a great honor for Zixin to receive Professor Wang's guidance, and it would benefit her for the rest of her life."
Wang Qian shook his head and smiled, "Zixin is a disciple of Master Lin. I am far from Master Lin's attainments in running script, so I can't give him much advice on calligraphy. Zixin's running script is already quite mature and has his own style. And the ancient poem "One Cut Plum" is also a rare masterpiece in modern times."
Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan all looked at Yan Zixin. It was a rare thing for Yan Zixin to receive Wang Qian's praise. It could only be said that Yan Zixin was worthy of being Lin Xizhan's last disciple, and he would indeed have the potential to carry forward the Chinese culture heritage of Hong Kong Island in the future.
Yan Zixin said ashamedly: "Professor Wang, you are overpraising me. I wrote that poem "A Cut Plum" after reading Professor Wang's poem many times. I was inspired to write it. Compared with Professor Wang's poem "A Cut Plum", it is much worse."
She knew that the Yi Jian Mei she wrote was at most of the same level as the one Xiao Dongmei wrote last time. It could be considered a masterpiece in contemporary times, but it could only be considered mediocre in ancient times.
However, compared with Wang Qian's Yi Jian Mei, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, the difference is like heaven and earth.
However, she still submitted her works to Wang Qian for advice, and she sincerely wanted to get Wang Qian's guidance to improve her attainments in ancient poetry.
Wang Qian did take a close look at Yan Zixin's ancient poem "Yi Jian Mei". With his current vision and attainments, he gave a few comments and analysis, which helped Yan Zixin improve.
After making a few comments, Wang Qian said, "You can write works of this level, which shows that you have been focusing on studying ancient poetry for a long time. If you can continue to persevere in the future, I think you will be able to write better works sooner or later."
There are very few people today who can focus on studying ancient poetry.
This is also the most important reason why it is difficult to produce excellent ancient poetry.
If no one learns, there will naturally be no works.
Yan Zixin stood up and bowed slightly to express his gratitude: "Thank you Professor Wang for your guidance. Zixin will definitely keep it in mind..."
The others were looking at Wang Qian, expecting him to say something else, such as improvising a poem on the spot. If the work was not inferior to Wang Qian's previous ancient poems, then their gathering today would become a good story in the future.
As for intellectuals, these are what they care about, and what they pursue is the opportunity to be recorded in history.
However, Wang Qian kept silent about it.
Wen Cangjian said directly: "I have studied all of Professor Wang's ancient poems in the island country. Each of them is a masterpiece that will be passed down for thousands of years. I have always regretted that I was not able to witness the publication of Professor Wang's masterpiece. I wonder if Professor Wang has any good works recently?"
Li Xiyan's eyebrows twitched, and he picked up the teacup and took another sip of the fine tea. Knowing that his junior brother was from an island country after all, he couldn't help but provoke Wang Qian a little.
Wen Cangjian studied under a master of Chinese classics and has been protecting Chinese culture after returning to China, but he is an islander at heart. After hearing some of Wang Qian's legends, he wanted to seek advice from him in person this time.
Even though Wen Cangjian did not personally participate in the cultural disputes between the two countries in recent years, many of his disciples and students participated in it, and he did not stop or prohibit it.
Therefore, deep down, Ken Buncang actually hopes that the island country can have the upper hand in this regard, and it would even be best if it could become the true orthodox Chinese culture.
However, the sudden emergence of Wang Qian made the dispute between the island country and the South Korean country over the orthodoxy of Chinese culture become irrelevant.
Because, in the face of Wang Qian's absolute strength and talent, they were all powerless.
Those ancient poems and lyrics that have been handed down as masterpieces, as well as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is comparable to the four great classics, have made the literary circles of the island country and the South Korean country collectively silent.
Another island nation's Emperor Wenzong came to the capital to expose Wang Qian's disguise.
Wen Cangjian also wanted to personally verify whether Wang Qian was real.
Wang Qian still smiled indifferently in the face of Wen Cangjian's question, and leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and said softly: "I have been busy with other things recently and have no time to create ancient poems. So, does Mr. Wen Cangjian have a masterpiece for us to see? I have heard that Wen Cangjian's attainments in Chinese calligraphy and ancient poetry are unparalleled in the island country, and he is one of the three true literary masters. Would you be lucky enough to see it today?"
For any master of Chinese studies, calligraphy must be one of his specialties.
After all, the entry point to learning Chinese culture is to practice calligraphy, because it is the best way to hone your character.
If one finds it difficult to achieve success in calligraphy, cannot stand on his own feet, and has no patience, then he will not be able to achieve anything in other areas, and the teacher will expel him early and ask him to change careers.
Every master of calligraphy in ancient times practiced for decades, and they also made considerable achievements in the field of literature. It’s just that they did not reach the level of those famous literary masters, so they were overshadowed and ignored.
Bunkura Ken represents the island nation's literary world, so when faced with Wang Qian's question, he did not refuse or give in. He smiled and said, "I dare not talk about my masterpiece in front of Professor Wang. This time, I do have a humble work that I hope to receive Professor Wang's face-to-face guidance!"
Wang Qian immediately stood up and extended his hand to invite, "Mr. Wen Cangjian, please."
As the hostess, Qin Xuerong immediately placed the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone that she had prepared in advance on the desk in the living room.
Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, Xue Zhenguo, and Zhao Shuren all stood up, stood by with serious and expectant expressions, and looked at Wen Cangjian and Wang Qian.
This is a collision between the masters of Chinese and Japanese traditional Chinese studies.