Debuting After Eight Years of Time Travel: 289. The crying artist! What is love? (Please subscribe!)
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Los Angeles.
In the lounge of a top music studio.
Adam, Eric, and Winston were all sitting in the lounge, watching the pictures on the TV screen together.
Since more than half an hour ago, the three of them have been sitting together watching this temporary follow-up report program specially created for Wang Qian, and they have not changed the channel until now.
They must admit it.
This program is really attractive.
Even though they don't want to increase Wang Qian's ratings, they don't want to leave after watching it, and they really want to know what will happen next!
I really want to know
Will Wang Qian be stumped by the thousands of music artists and classical music lovers present and leave the venue in embarrassment?
They really want to know
Will Wang Qian fulfill his bet with Diana and leave North America directly?
This is their purpose and idea of watching TV in the first place.
Because.
The three of them all thought instinctively and felt that it was impossible for Wang Qian to escape from the public communication class at Curtis College.
After all, Wang Qian is almost an enemy of the entire European and American classical music field there, and there will be a lot of classical music artists trying their best to embarrass Wang Qian
Most of the European and American music artists present did not want this young man from China to succeed in their territory.
Perhaps, no one in the whole world can satisfy all those music artists.
It’s just that neither Adam nor the three of them expected it.
Wang Qian responded to the challenges of the two musicians from the Manhattan School of Music with absolute strength from the beginning, and completely impressed the two musicians with his powerful performance and creative abilities.
At this moment.
They were even more stunned when they looked at the English words Wang Qian was writing on the blackboard on the TV screen.
Agent Eric murmured in a low voice: "Walter Fake, is this guy really writing poetry?"
Winston also stared at the TV screen and replied in a low voice: "Maybe, yes"
Eric: "Will he? Does he understand?"
No one answered him.
Adam feels numb all over!
He discovered that the gap between himself and Wang Qian might be wider than imagined.
Just
Is this guy Wang Qian really a singer?
Maybe.
This is a question that many viewers at the scene and in front of the TV want to shout out.
Is this person really a singer?
Several major social platforms in Europe and the United States have also become lively, and many discussions have been raised about Wang Qian.
However, more people still remained silent, staring at the words Wang Qian wrote on the blackboard on the TV screen.
whenyouareold
whenyouareoldandgreyandfullofsleep,
andnoddingbythefire,takedownthisbook,
andslowlyread, anddreamofthesoftlook;
youeyesandonce,andoftheirshadowsdeep,
howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace,
andlovedyoubeautywithlovefalseortrue,
butonemanlovethepilgrimsoulinyou,
andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;
andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars,
murmur,alittlesadly,howlovefled,
andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead,
andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars.
The scene became extremely silent.
No one spoke.
There was only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing chalk on the blackboard.
Everyone stared intently at the letters, words, and entire poem that appeared on the blackboard!
In the beginning.
Everyone still looked at each word with a bit of a joke mentality and a desire to find fault.
After all, you, a person who grew up in China and has never studied English, write an English poem, or do you do it in front of so many artists?
In Chinese idioms, this is a typical example of playing tricks and being taught how to be a good person by the artists present!
Ma Rui even thought that Wang Qian was anxious and lost his mind because of his anger. He forced himself to write a poem, which was giving him his excuse.
He only needs to find out the flaws and flaws in Wang Qian's writing, criticize them, and then he can end victoriously.
Many media outlets that have a good relationship with him will even specially edit and broadcast this scene of him criticizing Wang Qian's works, thereby ignoring all the embarrassment he experienced earlier.
But
Ma Rui stared at the words written by Wang Qian, but his mood became heavier and heavier, and he became more and more shocked.
Because.
Write only the first sentence.
Ma Rui discovered that this level was much higher than his, not the same level at all.
The poem he just came up to write is still on the blackboard, right next to Wang Qian, with a sharp contrast.
A comparison
Ma Rui discovered that his work was really just as Wang Qian said, it was a disaster. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a piece of shit.
Look at what Wang Qian wrote, and then look at what you wrote
Ma Rui felt that every word he wrote seemed so unsightly.
Without contrast, there is no harm.
Without comparison.
Ma Rui can feel good about himself, can force his words, can hypnotize himself, saying that his work is a good one, but you won't appreciate it!
However, Ma Rui now finds that he can no longer say such words.
Because no one would believe it, not even him.
As he watched Wang Qian write more and more words, he became more and more shocked, and then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem. He stood behind Wang Qian with a dull look on his face.
Everyone in the audience could see the clear picture in Wang Qian's poems at this moment.
A warm and ordinary picture slowly unfolded in their eyes, and it was vivid and lifelike.
However, in the plainness and warmth, it reveals love from the depths of the soul!
Especially some of the old artists sitting in the front row were deeply touched by this and almost understood the soulful connotation of this poem.
Because this is almost the life of most of them now.
With gray hair, I am still by my side, loving your soul.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and others all fell silent and did not speak anymore. They only stared at Wang Qian's hands and the words!
Until
Wang Qian finished writing, wrote the last word, gently put down the remaining chalk, then gently turned around, faced the audience, and said softly: "This is probably love."
The voice was gentle and spread throughout the audience, but it reached everyone's heart.
This is probably love
It seems uncertain.
However, everyone can see the most sincere and pure love from this poem.
The whole place remained silent and was not awakened by Wang Qian's voice.
Everyone was silent for about a minute, staring at the poem on the blackboard.
I read it from the beginning to the end. Everyone read it at least twice. The more I read it silently, the more I felt in my heart, and the more I could understand the love that goes deep into the bone marrow and soul, and then the whole person It seemed like they were all trembling.
Being ordinary is the truth.
Many emotional artists even shed tears for this.
The TV cameras accurately captured the obvious tears on the faces of several old men and several women, but they seemed not to notice. They allowed the tears to flow on their faces and continued to stare at the words on the blackboard. The words are blurry with tears, but I am still intoxicated.
Diana was awakened by the vibrating message on her phone. She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with extremely complex eyes.
Diana looked at her phone. It was a message from the director team, asking her to direct the camera to capture more people's expressions.
Diana took a quick look and found that Kristen, who was sitting in the middle, was also gently wiping away tears. She quickly asked the cameraman to turn over and take the picture. All the audience saw the scene of Kristen crying.
Looked again.
Sophie and Taylor, two famous talented girls, were also wiping their tears gently at this moment and looking at the podium, not knowing what they were looking at.
Wow
Suddenly, a sudden loud cry startled Diana and everyone in the room. Almost everyone was completely awakened and looked towards the direction where the cry came from.
I found an old artist sitting in the second row, holding his head and crying.
It was an old man with white hair and a thin body in a formal suit. He was holding his head and crying. He kept sobbing and shouted vaguely: "God, please give me back my Susan." I’m oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
The camera quickly focused on the old artist.
Diana didn't know who the other party was, but she quickly heard the answer from the crowd.
"That was Professor David from Eastman College. His wife, Susan, graduated from Eastman College with him and stayed at the school to teach together. They lived together for forty years and were inseparable almost every day. Yi Every student at Siman knew that they loved each other very much, but five years ago, Professor Susan died of cancer."
Someone said in a sad voice: "Professor David applied to the school to resign because he was sad and seriously ill, but the college did not agree and asked him to take a long leave. Unexpectedly, after five years, Professor David has not left yet. Come out."
Someone else said: "This poem is so well written. It perfectly explains what true love is. Ordinary life is the true meaning of love. It reminds Professor David of his wife. It is normal. I am now I just want to go home and hug my wife hard to let her know that I love her."
"Poor Professor David, I really hope he can survive this."
"I almost cried after reading this poem. God, this poem is so touching."
"I can't believe that this poem was written by a Chinese and a singer."
"This is the most touching love poem I have ever read. It is simple and simple, but goes straight to the soul."
A series of gentle discussions came.
Diana also thought of her grandfather. Her grandfather had also been depressed for many years due to the death of her grandmother. Then he chose to retire, handed over the family business to his father, and went to farm himself.
Looking at Wang Qian, who was standing there as quiet as water, Diana felt as if halos of light were blooming from Wang Qian's body.
What does a real artist look like?
Diana had no idea before.
But.
Now she had a concrete concept, even a clear image.
It's the young-looking figure standing on the podium.
This is probably the artist.
Papapapa
Applause suddenly burst out.
It sounded from Max and Malone in the front row.
Several of the world's top old artists stood up first and applauded vigorously. There were a few tears on their wrinkled faces, but their palms were clapping vigorously, applauding vigorously, applauding vigorously, It seemed like he was going to use all his strength.
Go on.
Applause spread throughout the audience.
Everyone stood up quickly and clapped vigorously.
The applause was louder than ever.
The wailing Professor David also forcibly stopped crying, stood up, let his tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.
Mars, Elton and all the Manhattan College alumni also stood up and applauded vigorously.
Kristen also stood up, with a longing smile, covering up the tears on her face, and applauded vigorously, but her eyes were still filled with tears that were about to burst at any time, and she looked at the podium dimly. The figure on the top kept reciting this poem silently in his heart.
The love in this poem is what she dreams of.
This is also the reason why she has not been in love for so many years.
Because her emotional concepts are extremely simple and pure, just like what is written in this poem.
She doesn’t like to be dramatic, doesn’t like to show affection, and doesn’t like to let the whole world know
Unfortunately, we are now in an ultra-fast-paced era, people are very impetuous, and it is almost impossible to find such a love life.
So, she would rather stay single and live a peaceful life with her grandfather on the farm than take risks.
But.
At this moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the desire deep in her heart.
Kristen only felt that Wang Qian might be the person who understood her best in the world.
The tears couldn't help but fall down.
Kristen hurriedly laughed again, not wiping her tears and letting them flow down.
Because she didn't want to interrupt her applause.
Most people in the Chinese delegation were in a state of confusion.
Many of them could not understand the words written by Wang Qian.
Only a few people can understand it.
As long as anyone understands the words, they can feel the love that goes deep into the soul.
In addition, they all heard Wang Qian say just now that this poem is "When You Get Old" that Wang Qian sang in China.
So, with comparison, after understanding the words and then connecting them with the lyrics, you can quickly understand what is expressed in them.
He Chaohui also understood the general idea, stood up, clapped vigorously, and said with admiration: "This poem is so well written. I didn't expect that Wang Qian has such high attainments in English poetry."
Peng Donghu didn't understand, but just said along the way: "Yeah, look, these foreigners are crazy! Many people are crying, I want to cry now."
Qin Xuehong also gently wiped the corners of her eyes. She really understood the poem and said softly: "It is really touching. This is the love that many people long for!"
Qin Xuerong also kept wiping his eyes with tissues, but with a bright smile on his face, full of happiness, he said in his heart: "I have got it, and we will grow old together!"
Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke, and Xiao Dongmei also applauded vigorously. There were tears in their eyes, but they insisted not to fall. Their eyes did not want to leave the figure on the podium. They seemed to blink. The figure would disappear and they would lose him, so they were reluctant to blink!
However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo burst into tears!
Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn't covered her mouth, she might have cried.
Thinking that she and Wang Qian had already formed a family, she took the initiative to file for divorce under the deception of her agent
Original!
She's got it.
Original!
She can have it all.
Original
Li Qingyao almost collapsed. If Yu Jingruo hadn't supported her, she might not have been able to stand up. Her heart was full of sadness and regret.
However, Yu Jingruo himself also had tears in his eyes, and there were obvious tear stains on his face. She felt that if she had taken the initiative and pursued Wang Qian like Li Qingyao, she might have married Wang Qian, then she would never leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation was, she would insist on going with Wang Qian. Get down!
What a pity
What a pity
It's all over.
Taylor and Sophie have extremely complicated emotions.
Both of them were attracted by Wang Qian's amazing talent, and both wanted to take Wang Qian away from Qin Xuerong.
Even, some action has been taken
And the love Wang Qian writes about at this moment is of course what they also long for.
However, they don't know what will happen in the future.
So, they cried a little confused.
Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie didn't know whether they could capture this man who shone in the world.
But
They all know one thing, that is, no matter what the situation, they will never let go.
On social media in Europe and the United States, there is also an explosion at the moment.
The entire Internet is several times more lively than before. Many people are talking like crazy, much more active than usual, and the center of the topic is Wang Qian and this poem.
"I'm applauding too, this poem is so beautiful."
"This is a love poem. The poem just now was indeed a disaster. I was stunned."
"Who can tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn't he a singer? Isn't he an actor? Isn't he a Chinese?"
"I must admit that Ma Rui's poem was indeed a disaster. Wang Qian was absolutely right, because he wrote a truly touching poem."
"I just want to know now, can he continue writing? I still want to see him write poetry. I don't want to see him play music. I like this poem so much."
"God, a lot of people were crying."
Applause!
It never stopped.
Even, for a minute.
Two minutes!
Three minutes passed.
Thousands of people at the scene were still standing and applauding vigorously.
Although it was not as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning, everyone still applauded sincerely.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and other veteran artists were not too tired. They all stood for several minutes and applauded, looking at Wang Qian with admiration in their eyes.
Wang Qian stood there, facing everyone, accepting everyone's applause. Seeing that it had been so long, he stretched out his hands and made a downward motion towards everyone, indicating that everyone could stop.
Applause, that's enough.
At this time, the applause gradually stopped.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David and other old artists stopped moving and then sat down slowly.
Others gradually stopped applauding and sat down.
Wang Qian looked calm and said softly: "Thank you for your applause."
Many people began to clean up the tears on their faces and sort out their emotions at this time, especially some emotional women who were crying with makeup, and some who were concerned about their image started to lower their heads and reapply their makeup.
However, at this time, everyone's eyes gradually focused on the figure standing next to Wang Qian who had not moved.
Marry, a writer from New York.
Ma Rui has been in a sluggish state. He doesn't know if he is really still intoxicated in this poem, or if he is doing so deliberately to avoid embarrassment.
Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui and asked with a smile: "Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? In comparison, how does your piece of work look like?"
Ma Rui's body moved stiffly, and the expression on his face was also stiff and expressionless. He turned to look at Wang Qian, and then looked at the many strange looks at the scene. He knew that he could not avoid it. Squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying, he said to Wang Qian: "I think Mr. Wang's poem is a very rare love poem. It is really excellent and very good. I can't find any shortcomings. Compared with My poem is so good, I admire your talent."
In front of so many people.
Ma Rui gave in and began to publicly praise Wang Qian's poem, acknowledging Wang Qian's amazing talent.
Deliberately looking for trouble?
Forcibly demeaning?
He doesn’t dare anymore!
After all.
There were so many great artists present, including writers and authors who were much more famous and qualified than him, as well as many literary critics and literature lovers. They were deeply moved by this poem. Many people were moved by this poem. And crying means that everyone recognizes this poem.
If he publicly belittled this poem now, wouldn't he be going against everyone present? Aren't you going to say publicly that you people are not as good as me?
Mari dare not offend so many people.
He dared to offend Wang Qian, but he did not dare to offend most of the people present.
So, he knew that his only choice now was to admit defeat.
This is the only option.
Otherwise, if he forcibly disparages the poem.
Maybe he will be excluded from the New York cultural circle.
It may even be openly boycotted by many European and American viewers watching the live TV broadcast.
This kind of consequence is something he cannot bear.
After hearing what Ma Rui said, many people at the scene laughed, agreed, and felt funny about Ma Rui's situation at the moment.
Wang Qian said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Ma Rui."
Ma Rui put down the pride in his heart and said solemnly to Wang Qian: "No, I want to thank you, Mr. Wang Qian, you taught me a lesson today. When I go back, I will close the door to the room and stay at home." Study my work and hope to have another chance to ask you about poetry next time.”
Wang Qian: "I also hope there will be a chance to meet next time."
Ma Rui bowed lightly to Wang Qian, then bowed lightly to all the audience, and prepared to leave the stage.
However, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly turned around again, looked at Wang Qian and asked: "Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you still have such a work?"
Wang Qian was thinking about the next music class. When he heard Ma Rui's words, he asked softly: "What piece?"
Ma Rui asked seriously: "That's it, such a wonderful and touching poem!"
Nearly everyone in the audience looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
There are all artists and art lovers who don’t like poetry.
The poem "When You Get Old" just now aroused everyone's interest in poetry, and they all longed to see the same wonderful and touching poem again.
Because they have not seen such touching and simple sincere poetry for a long time.
Like China, in this impetuous era, there have been no good literary works in the European and American literary circles for a long time, but there are more and more popular popular works that are selling well.
So, for such poems, they need to look for classics from dozens or hundreds of years ago.
Wang Qian smiled and replied: "I don't know."
Ma Rui was confused: "Why don't you know?"
Wang Qian said softly: "Because, it depends on your mood and state. Poetry, like music, is essentially an expression of emotion. So, you should understand."
Ma Rui suddenly realized that he still didn't understand, so he turned around and left quickly.
He even wanted to leave here directly and leave Curtis.
However, he knew that he couldn't leave now. It would be even more embarrassing if he left, and everyone would say even worse things afterwards.
Now, it’s not that bad. If you stay and leave in the end, it will be more decent and many people will say that you are persistent and graceful
Of course, there is also shamelessness.
Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and sat down, and then said to everyone: "Poetry, like music, is a hobby of mine. The poem just now is some of my poems at certain times. Emotional expression, thank you for your recognition and likes. Okay, let’s get back to the topic, let’s continue talking about music.”
Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase all the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score of the piece "Luoshen by the Waterside" that he had just played.
But!
Professor Dawson immediately came on stage and said: "Mr. Wang Qian, don't wipe it. We will change the blackboard for you."
Wang Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
Professor Dawson immediately asked someone to come up and dismantle the blackboard of "When You Are Old" written by Wang Qian and replace it with a new one.
As for what Ma Rui wrote on the other side, they were completely ignored. The college staff quickly wiped it clean to make the blackboard clean, making it easier for Wang Qian to write next.
Many people at the scene had mixed emotions.
Many people looked at Ma Rui again with strange eyes.
Ma Rui also felt uncomfortable all over. He felt like the gazes were stabbing him, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere. He wanted to escape from here immediately, but he forced himself to calm down and remained calm to the people who looked at him. Smiling stiffly in return.
Looking at his work being wiped away, Ma Rui just wanted to go back and burn the poem.
Professor Dawson and several veteran artists from Curtis Institute in Kalman all gave Wang Qian apologetic smiles and apologized for delaying Wang Qian's lecture.
Wang Qian smiled indifferently and continued: "Okay, let's continue talking about the song just now!"
However
His words have not yet finished.
Hundreds of hands were raised again.
This time!
Many old artists in the front row also put aside their reserve and pride and raised their hands, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.
A song!
A poem.
And a performance realm that surpasses previous generations.
All the artists present have fully recognized Wang Qian’s talent and artistic heritage.
Hands up this time.
Almost everyone was not looking for trouble, but truly wanted to communicate with Wang Qian with the intention of asking for advice.
Even Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Taylor, Sophie, as well as He Chaohui, Peng Donghu, Yang Jiansen and other members of the Chinese delegation from several colleges raised their hands and wanted to interact with Wang Qian.
Wang Qian knew that this class would probably not follow his own ideas, but the ideas of some people present.
People keep asking questions, and he will solve them!
Such a rhythm.
Wang Qian quickly adjusted his mentality and looked at the people who raised their hands. Seeing the many longing eyes, he quickly moved his eyes, then pointed to an old artist in the front row and said: "Sir, come on!"
This old artist is none other than David, who was moved to tears by Wang Qian's poem just now. He is also a veteran professor from the world's top classical music school.
Nothing more
This professor teaches violin.