The exchange between the two paintings made the gathering seem rather quiet.
Not as active as everyone imagined before.
Lin Xizhan, Zhao Shuren, Xue Zhenguo, Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue, who originally wanted to ask Wang Qian for advice, all seemed very silent.
In front of Wang Qian's painting of View of the Lushan Waterfall, they really couldn't show off their skills.
The best running script in the south
Lin Xizhan doesn't dare to bear such a reputation anymore.
Wang Qian is in Shanghai, and in the eyes of many big names in Beijing, he is also from the southern cultural circle. However, that line of running script has surpassed Lin Xizhan, so Lin Xizhan dare not mention his best calligraphy at this time.
Ancient poetry
Wang Qian's previously published works have firmly established his position as the number one contemporary poet, and no one can shake it. The ancient poem with the same name on the painting just now is also enough to be passed down through the ages. Its description and momentum are both unique. In front of such a masterpiece of ancient poetry, they dare not embarrass themselves again.
A work of fiction
I dare not say that.
At this time, Wang Qian had just completed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and his status in the field of novels was officially at its peak, leaving all contemporary novelists behind.
Zhang Yue is already one of the more successful contemporary writers, but at this moment he did not dare to mention anything about novels in front of Wang Qian.
so.
After this party, Wang Qian became the absolute protagonist. No one dared to communicate with Wang Qian like Wen Cangjian did, but instead asked for his advice.
Calligraphy, Chinese painting, poetry, etc. are all areas they ask for advice on.
Xue Man, Yan Zixin, Qianyu Zhenzhu and others seized the opportunity to ask Wang Qian for advice. Wang Qian answered all the questions he asked as much as possible.
Even for some of the more profound questions raised by Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, Wen Cangjian and others, Wang Qian was able to give very satisfactory answers.
The atmosphere on the scene gradually became harmonious, and Wang Qian's status was further improved.
Even Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian and others gradually became respectful in front of Wang Qian, as if they were really students facing their teacher.
Time flies.
It's almost lunch time.
Everyone started to say goodbye one after another, and no one accepted Wang Qian's invitation to have lunch.
Lin Xizhan said to Wang Qian solemnly: "Professor Wang, after meeting you today, I know that there are really gods in the world. I will die without regrets if I can meet such a god as Professor Wang in my lifetime. I just asked Professor Wang for advice, and every word he said was really precious. Even I benefited a lot. I hope I can have more opportunities to ask Professor Wang for advice in the future."
Lin Xizhan still calls Wang Qian Professor Wang, as if he were Wang Qian's student.
Wang Qian said hurriedly: "Mr. Lin, you are too serious..."
Lin Xizhan shook his head: "No, I'm telling the truth. I just hope that Professor Wang will stop hiding his abilities and talents. We need people like Professor Wang to bring more cultural confidence to young people and let everyone know more about the beauty of our Chinese culture."
In the new era, Lin Xizhan, as a member of the older generation who has existed since the Republic of China period, deeply understands the extent to which the traditional Chinese culture has declined in the country at present, so he places some hopes on Wang Qian. Now he also understands why the official promotion of Wang Qian is so strong.
He knew that the authorities thought the same as he did, hoping to use Wang Qian's influence and strength to inspire everyone's national culture and promote traditional Chinese culture in order to resist the cultural invasion of the West.
At the same time, it also competes with other countries in the Chinese cultural circle in Asia.
Lin Xizhan glanced at Wen Cangjian, and the meaning was self-evident.
Wen Cangjian smiled bitterly and said, "With Professor Wang here, Chinese culture will shine again. I hope I can see this day in my lifetime. Some people in our country overestimate their own abilities and want to challenge Professor Wang. I think Professor Wang will make them face the reality..."
Wang Qian did not comment on Wen Cangjian's words. He did not know much about the situation in the island country, nor did he want to know. He just wanted to do his own thing.
Those people from the island country are just jumping clowns. There is no need to pay attention to them. They will naturally be crushed by absolute strength and will not cause any waves.
Xue Zhenguo reminded again, "Professor Wang, Peking University is already prepared... I was a little worried about your lecture at Peking University, but now I know that I was worrying too much. Professor Wang is a scholar, I think I and everyone else underestimated you. Soon, no one in the country will doubt you anymore."
As a senior inheritor of Chinese culture in the Beijing circle, Xue Zhenguo naturally knew the undercurrents flowing in the Beijing circle. Basically, they were all directed against Wang Qian. He was indeed a little worried before. After all, he was the one who personally invited Wang Qian to give lectures at Peking University. If he messed up, he would be the one to take the blame, and it would also damage the reputation of Peking University.
But now, he knew that this one painting was enough to break down all obstacles and doubts.
No one can stop it.
Yan Zixin looked at Wang Qian and said, "I hope I can have the opportunity to listen to Professor Wang's teachings in Hong Kong Island. The University of Hong Kong will always open its doors to Professor Wang."
Although Yan Zixin is not very old, his status in HKU is not low. Because he is Lin Xizhan's last disciple, he is naturally qualified to extend an invitation to Wang Qian on behalf of HKU.
Wang Qian smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later. I really don't have time recently."
Yan Zixin nodded regretfully, and Lin Xizhan and Zhao Shuren also showed regretful expressions.
Qianyu Zhenzhu and Xue Man didn't say anything. At this moment, they were not qualified to say much. They just looked at Wang Qian silently.
Jia Fuqing smiled and said, "Professor Wang, I hope I can come to Northwestern University next time."
Wang Qian smiled but said nothing.
Zhang Yue said boldly, "Professor Wang, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is over. Will you continue to write novels in the future? To be honest, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is worthy of being listed as a masterpiece. If you stop writing novels in the future, it will be a loss to the Chinese novel field and all readers."
After hearing Zhang Yue's words, everyone looked at Wang Qian.
Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan and everyone else looked expectant.
Indeed, they all like Wang Qian's book Romance of the Three Kingdoms very much. Lin Xizhan, Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan and others have read it repeatedly. Naturally, they hope to have the opportunity to continue to see such excellent works in the future.
However, given their expertise in Chinese studies, they did not want Wang Qian to spend too much time on novels.
In the eyes of the masters of Chinese studies, novels are the least mainstream field, while calligraphy, Chinese painting, poetry and essays are the real literature and Chinese studies.
None of the great writers in ancient times wrote novels.
The authors of several famous works that have been passed down to the present day were all considered to be low-level street writers in ancient times, and what they wrote was also street literature for people to entertain themselves after dinner.
Therefore, traditional literati such as Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, and Xue Zhenguo all hope that Wang Qian will devote more time to the fields of ancient poetry, calligraphy and painting in the future, and leave behind more excellent ancient poetry, calligraphy and Chinese painting works that will be passed down through the ages, so as to set off a national studies trend of this era.
novel…
It is the worst choice.
Only literati like Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue, who tend to be modern, do not have such deep prejudices.
Wang Qian himself certainly did not have those prejudices, but he really did not have the time, nor did he want to write novels like Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He just said, "I'll see how I get time in the future. Maybe I'll write something and publish it when I have some free time. Occasionally I do have some inspiration, but it's not complete enough, so I'll keep it to myself for now."
Zhang Yue heard this and said happily: "Then I will wait for Professor Wang's masterpiece."
Wang Qian smiled but said nothing and did not give a definite answer.
Lin Xizhan: "Then we'll take our leave first, and see you in two days."
Wang Qian: "Take care, Mr. Lin."
Wen Cangjian: "Professor Wang, we will take our leave now. I have benefited a lot from today. When I go back and study hard, I may be able to make further progress in the two major fields of calligraphy and painting. Of course, even if I can make further progress, I am still a long way from being as good as Professor Wang. However, when that time comes, I will visit you again and ask for your guidance..."
Wen Cangjian said very humbly.
Given his level and age, it is definitely a miracle that he can make further progress in calligraphy and Chinese painting.
If Wang Qian had not been there, after his progress, he might have really become the pillar of Chinese culture in the island country, leading the island country's Chinese studies field to surpass the Chinese studies heritage and gaining an advantage in public opinion disputes.
pity…
Now with Wang Qian, even if Wen Cang Jian can really go further, he cannot be compared with Wang Qian.
Even if Wen Cangjian's calligraphy reached the peak of a master, it would still be one step away from Wang Qian's running script, let alone Wang Qian's achievement as a master of the Slender Gold style calligraphy.
In the field of traditional Chinese painting, even if Wen Cangjian could further become a master of painting, he would still be a level below Wang Qian, a master of traditional Chinese painting.
At that time, the field of Chinese studies in the island country will really be despaired, and people will once again realize what a father and a son are.
After chatting for a while, Wang Qian sent them to the door one by one. They said goodbye and left without chatting with Wang Qian anymore. They all knew that Wang Qian might be the busiest man in the country now and didn't want to waste his time.
After watching them leave, Wang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spread across the corners of his mouth, and he took Qin Xuerong's hand and turned to walk into the house: "I'm hungry, let's cook."
In the room, Jiang Yu and He Chaohui saw everyone off and did not leave but stayed.
With the identities of the two of them, there is naturally no problem for them to stay here.
Jiang Yu is a member of Wang Qian's band, and He Chaohui is the contact between CACON and Wang Qian. At this critical time, it is necessary for the two to have more contact with Wang Qian.
but.
At this time, neither the mother nor the daughter talked to Wang Qian about music, but stood in front of the table looking at the painting, still very shocked.
He Chaohui said bluntly: "Professor Wang, you must keep this painting well. It is truly a national treasure-level heirloom! If I could get it, I would definitely build a secret room and a safe to keep it hidden from others."
Jiang Yu glanced at his mother and said, "Even if it's a national treasure-level heirloom, it was drawn and written by Professor Wang himself. So what if it's precious? Professor Wang can just draw another one."
Despite saying so, Jiang Yu's eyes were still fixed on the painting. The appreciation and passion in his eyes were visible to the naked eye.
He Chaohui listened and shook his head, saying, "It's very difficult. Even if Professor Wang's future paintings are not inferior to this one, the symbolic meaning will be a level weaker. It will be difficult to have so many witnesses like today, and they are all masters of Chinese studies, which adds a lot of color to this painting."
As for art, the work itself is one thing, but the legendary color added by off-site factors is actually more meaningful.
Qin Xuerong came to the painting and looked at it carefully, then said affirmatively: "I will keep this painting well, and no one can take it away."
Previously, Wang Qian had donated several works to others. Qin Xuerong didn't care much about the other works except for the one called "Xia Ke Xing".
However, Qin Xuerong will definitely protect this painting today and pass it down as a family heirloom, and will not let anyone else touch it.
Wang Qian smiled and said, "It's not that serious, it's just a painting. I'll draw a few more for you when I have time. Tell me about them all."
Qin Xuerong looked at Wang Qian and said, "You said so. When you have time, please draw a few more for me. I will keep all the paintings I have and will not give them to outsiders."
Jiang Yu curled his lips: "Oh, not to outsiders, you mean us?"
Qin Xuerong glared at Jiang Yu and ignored this Yin-Yang master. Seeing that the ink on the painting was almost dry, she immediately called someone to send the best mounting materials and tools. She wanted to mount the painting herself.
He Chaohui calmed down, knowing that no matter how good the painting was, it could not be hers. She began to focus on her work and asked Wang Qian tentatively, "Professor Wang, when will the symphony score be completed? I will let the National Orchestra know, and they will come to you as soon as possible."
Wang Qian’s symphonic works and the class that is about to begin are the focus of He Chaohui’s work and the biggest thing in Beijing right now.
Wang Qian thought for a moment and said, "In the evening, I'll have Xuerong deliver it to you when it's finished."
He Chaohui hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, give me a call when you're done and I'll come get it myself. If you have any questions, I can ask you in person."
Wang Qian nodded: "Okay..."
Jiang Yu gradually withdrew his attention from the painting and said, "Wow, the National Orchestra's performance, so I don't have a part in it?"
Although Jiang Yu has proven himself internationally and is one of the few international piano masters in China, he still does not have the qualifications to immediately join the national orchestra as the principal pianist.
After all, the regular members of the National Orchestra have been working together for a long time, have a better understanding of each other, and perform better.
It is impossible for newcomers to integrate into the society within a few years.
Moreover, if Wang Qian's symphony is really to be performed, it must be for the world, and it is even more impossible to use a newcomer at such a critical moment.
He Chaohui also felt a little regretful.
However, Wang Qian said affirmatively: "It's okay, I will find Professor Li and ask him for help. With your strength and talent, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Jiang Yu looked at Wang Qian with emotion and said, "Don't force yourself!"
Wang Qian looked at Jiang Yu and smiled: "Don't force it."
The atmosphere became relaxed. Qin Xuerong took Jiang Yu to make lunch together. He Chaohui also stood up and said goodbye to arrange and coordinate the lecture work.
Suddenly, there was an earthquake-like news in the Beijing circle, and even in the entire Chinese literary circle.
As soon as Wang Qian arrived in Beijing, news of his party with several heavyweights spread. What happened at the party also spread, causing a shock to the entire Chinese literary circle.
Of course, the vast majority of people expressed disbelief when they heard the news.
Because, that's so fake.