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When Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua went to class in the morning, they were both a little absent-minded.

In class, someone asked Bai Hua: "Teacher Bai, are you looking forward to Wang Qian's poems?"

Bai Hua smiled at the students and said: "Of course I look forward to it. If there is anyone whose work in the domestic poetry circle can make me look forward to it, then it is only Professor Wang! In order for Professor Wang to publish it as soon as possible For new works, I registered and recharged on Qianqianjingting and downloaded all his music works.”

In class, everyone gave Bai Hua a round of applause.

Last month, Bai Hua taught Wang Qian’s poems in class for a week, one after another, deeply analyzing Wang Qian’s poems.

Bai Hua once said bluntly in class: The emergence of Professor Wang has raised the level of the domestic literary world to a higher level.

This statement caused a controversy in the field of literature and history at Zhejiang University.

Bai Hua was also called by the teaching and research team to give him a few criticisms and told him not to say such controversial words in the future.

However, Bai Hua did not take back his words.

Class is over.

Bai Hua walked out of the classroom, took out her mobile phone and looked at Wang Qian's Weibo. She found that Wang Qian had not posted any new news. She was a little disappointed. She quickly came to the office, put down the book, and came to Tang Hepeng's office. .

Tang Hepeng had just come back from get out of class and was holding a brush and writing calligraphy slowly on the desk.

Bai Hua walked into the office without saying a word to disturb Tang Hepeng. He waited until Tang Hepeng finished writing a line of words one by one before he said, "Professor Tang has the character of Professor Wang."

Tang Hepeng shook his head and said with emotion: "We are far behind. We are old and have been idle for several years. Now our physical strength cannot keep up. As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint the bones of a tiger. I have studied Professor Wang's words carefully for nearly a month. "Yue, it can only be regarded as a preliminary imitation. If you want to truly write the character, it is still far away. I heard that Lu Chunhu has developed some flavors, but I haven't seen it yet."

Bai Hua smiled and said: "Yesterday, Professor Lu came to the department and had a quarrel with Director Chen, and forcibly moved away some of the blackboards that Professor Wang left last time."

Tang Hepeng also laughed: "Lao Lu just likes calligraphy. After Professor Wang's lecture last time, Lao Lu took all the blackboards home to study. Director Chen came to ask for them several times and never came back. Lao Lu Later, Director Chen took advantage of Lao Lu's absence and took the students to move it away. Lao Lu was so angry that he didn't eat for a few days and secretly came to the department several times to try to move the blackboard back, but unfortunately he couldn't find it this time. He was finally found and moved away."

Bai Hua: "Only a few pieces were moved. Director Chen was afraid of making Professor Lu angry, so he agreed to let him take away a few pieces. The remaining blackboards were kept in a special warehouse. There are many blackboards every day. People go to observe, and I also go to see it occasionally."

Tang Hepeng glanced at Bai Hua: "If you like calligraphy, you can't miss it. I will go to see it for an hour every day and continue to practice when I come back. It is a preliminary introduction. This thin gold body, I want to practice the temperament of Professor Wang , it’s not easy.”

Bai Hua thought for a while and nodded seriously: "I'll just practice hard-pen calligraphy, and forget about the brush."

Tang Hepeng smiled and said: "It's okay, you are still young, practice calligraphy and you can settle down."

The two sat down and drank a cup of tea.

Then Tang Hepeng looked at the page on the computer. What was displayed was Wang Qian's Weibo page, and said: "Professor Wang hasn't published his work yet, it's a bit slow. Could it be that he has to wait until the new song has been downloaded for more than 20 million times? Just released? Now it’s over 15 million.”

Bai Hua asked curiously: "Professor Tang, have you also registered for Qianqianjingting?"

A blush of embarrassment flashed across Tang Hepeng's face, and he said with a smile: "Well, I registered, charged ten yuan, and downloaded Professor Wang's new song "The Earth" and a few piano songs. The piano songs are all pretty good and suitable. I heard that it’s no wonder that Lao Peng from Zhejiang Music University admires Professor Wang so much. I understand.”

Tang Hepeng doesn't like listening to pop rock music that much because he thinks it's too noisy. He listens to piano music and practices calligraphy, which is not bad.

After the last blow and the subsequent face-to-face communication with Wang Qian, Tang Hepeng's entire life style has changed. He is much kinder and brighter towards others, and he has also found interests and hobbies in life.

Bai Hua suggested: "Listen to Professor Wang's ordinary path. You will definitely like it."

Tang Hepeng was curious: "Oh? Then I'll try downloading it. Anyway, I charged ten yuan and it won't be used up."

With that said, Tang Hepeng logged onto Qianqiantingting and downloaded Wang Qian’s Ordinary Road and Your Past.

Capital.

Father and daughter Xue Zhenguo and Xueman also practiced calligraphy at home in the morning.

Moreover.

The two of them each stood in front of a table, holding brushes and writing seriously, sometimes looking up at a huge LCD TV on the wall in front of them.

The picture played on the LCD TV was the video of Wang Qian's lecture at Zhejiang University.

The video was specially edited by Xueman, and only the details of Wang Qian writing on the blackboard were edited.

Every stroke has been slowed down!

You can clearly see the details of Wang Qian's strokes in every word he writes.

Father and daughter have been practicing for half a month, and stacks of paper are filled with various Chinese characters written in thin gold.

The two filled up the white paper without saying a word.

Xue Zhenguo put down the brush and looked at the slowed-down scene on the video. He carefully looked at Wang Qian's wrist movements and writing techniques when writing, and said softly: "Wang Qian's calligraphy skills are amazing. When writing, Each stroke has obviously become instinctive after a long period of practice."

Xue Man also put down his brush, looked at the video screen, and said softly: "Yes, it's a pity that I can't get the blackboard to observe and learn up close."

A trace of anger and a bitter smile flashed in Xue Zhenguo's eyes: "The people at Zhejiang University collected the blackboard used by Wang Qian. It is very precious. Chen Xiangdong said I can go over and look at it, but I want to borrow it, so there is no way. Last month Several people from the calligraphy association in Beijing went to Zhejiang University for a few days and said they had gained something when they came back."

Xue Man said with a smile: "Just wait until I have time to take a look. Then I will take a few photos, enlarge them and print them out. I can also observe and learn."

Xue Zhenguo shook his head and said seriously: "It's different. Just look at the photos and videos. They are different. There is a difference from the real thing. The difference in spirit and energy is too big."

Xue Man: "Then let's find a way to exchange some blackboards with Zhejiang University. Didn't Professor Wang leave them a dozen blackboards? There are so many, so it doesn't matter if you give us a few."

Xue Zhenguo got angry when he mentioned this and said coldly: "Chen Xiangdong has a beautiful thought. If he wants a copy of the manuscript left by Mr. Hai Bing, he can only change it to a blackboard and dream!"

Xue Man's eyes widened when he heard his father's words: "Mr. Hai Bing's manuscript? Zhejiang University really dares to speak!"

Hai Bing is the pen name of a great writer who came out of Peking University. He is one of the representatives of the Chinese Department of Peking University. Some of the manuscripts he left behind can be regarded as cultural relics. Some wealthy people have issued several manuscripts in recent years. He wanted to buy it as a collection at a high price of 100,000 yuan, but Kyoto refused.

Now

Zhejiang University actually wants to exchange a blackboard written by Wang Qian for the manuscript of a great writer who has passed away?

Are you talking in your sleep?

Although several of Wang Qian's works are excellent, his calligraphy is truly unique, creating a calligraphy style that has never been seen by ancients for thousands of years.

However, after all, these are just these works, and the time is too short. How can they be compared with Mr. Hai Bing, who left several long literary works?

Xue Zhenguo got angry when he thought of this.

He felt that Zhejiang University was humiliating him and Beijing University.

Xue Zhenguo said calmly: "Let them guard those blackboards."

Xue Man smiled and said: "Next year, we will also invite Professor Wang to give lectures at Peking University. Can't we also keep the blackboard that Professor Wang used? Try to let Professor Wang write more words, more than those at Zhejiang University. ”

Xue Zhenguo smiled noncommittally.

He is not very used to taking a young man so seriously, nor does he like it.

Seniority ranking has penetrated into the bones of everyone in the literary circle!

Especially Xue Zhenguo and the older generation, such as Xueman, are not too serious!

Xue Zhenguo and others have always believed that young people, no matter how talented they are, will never be able to achieve greatness!

Too young, too young!

You would be wrong.

No matter how talented you are.

No matter how amazing your writing is.

As long as you are young.

Then you are not qualified, and you still need the so-called training and the so-called accumulation of experience.

As long as you are old enough and have deep enough connections, even if you write shit, there will be a large group of people touting it as all kinds of masterpieces.

Although Xue Zhenguo couldn't stand many things in the industry, he was unhappy about them.

However, he still instinctively maintains this so-called tradition.

Ding!

A prompt sound came from Xueman’s cell phone.

This is a special setting for her. Whenever Wang Qian posts a new Weibo message, she will be given a special prompt sound.

"Professor Wang sent a message, let me take a look!"

Xue Man immediately picked up the phone next to him, opened the screen and started reading.

Enter Weibo!

I saw that Wang Qian had indeed sent a Weibo message just now.

"Sorry, I came back very late last night. I was too tired, so I didn't wake up until just now. I saw that everyone brought me a surprise. Now the number of downloads on Dadi has exceeded 15 million. This is You gave me a surprise. This data definitely met my expectations, and the improvement is still obvious."

"I'm very happy that this song can be liked by everyone. After I tidy it up a little, I will show you a new poem I wrote."

After reading the Xueman, I was a little disappointed.

It is not for publishing works.

However, she still liked and forwarded the package as a gift.

Xue Zhenguo asked hurriedly: "How is it? What work was released? Read it out and let me listen."

Xue Man shook his head: "I haven't sent it yet. He said he just got up and sorted out his thoughts before sending it out."

Xue Zhenguo: "This guy's works are really exciting. In today's literary world, there are very few people who can make me look forward to it like this."

Xue Man smiled and said: "There are very few people? I didn't see it. Who else is worthy of my expectation? Senior Sister Dongmei is barely half. I am embarrassed to read the poems written by those other people. . There is also a large group of people who praise me. I doubt whether these people have ever gone to school."

Xue Man thought of the works of the vice chairman of the Writers Association of a certain province in the northwest, all kinds of vulgar shit, and a group of people there touting it, just because his father was old enough and had many famous works, and his descendants relied on shit. His work can lead to him being hereditary as the vice chairman of the shoe industry!

The young man Xueman was speechless.

Xue Zhenguo fell silent and thought carefully.

It seems that in the field of poetry, he can't think of anyone else whose works he is so looking forward to.

Perhaps there are some talented authors whose works he recognizes more.

However, there is no new work that has not yet been released that he looks forward to so much.

Ding!

New news is coming.

Xue Man immediately opened Wang Qian’s Weibo.

I saw that one piece of work had appeared on the page and was published by Wang Qian.

Xue Man's eyes lit up and she whispered: "I feel homesick on the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th. This is the title. It seems to be an ancient poem."

Xue Zhenguo couldn't wait any longer. Without waiting for Xue Manian, he came over to take a look.

"Being a stranger in a foreign land,"

"I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season."

"I know from a distance where my brothers are climbing,"

"One less person is planted everywhere."

The father and daughter quickly finished the four-sentence poem.

Xue Zhenguo looked at it carefully again, muttering to himself.

"I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere?"

"One person is missing when planting dogwood everywhere? What does it mean? What is dogwood?"

Xue Zhenguo had some doubts on his face and thought about it carefully.

Xue Man quickly searched the Internet, and then said: "In some places, there is a custom of climbing high during the Double Ninth Festival, and there is also a custom of planting dogwood on the head to ensure safety. It is recorded in ancient books."

Xue Zhenguo nodded, already remembering it.

In some ancient poems and prose, when writing about the Double Ninth Festival, some of them mention Dogwood!

It’s just that these works are not very famous, so he didn’t think of them just now.

Then he thought about it carefully and remembered it.

"Wang Qian has a profound literary background."

Xue Zhenguo praised: "This poem has no sad words, but it expresses the loneliness of being in a foreign land and the longing for relatives in my hometown. The more I think about it, the more it feels worth recalling."

"Another masterpiece"

In the last sentence, Xue Zhenguo sighed, his expression and tone a bit complicated!

I don’t know whether I am happy or sad.

What a joy to see such a masterpiece come out.

The worrying thing is that Wang Qian's talent in ancient poetry is indeed unparalleled in the world and unmatched.

This kind of work, which could be regarded as a masterpiece in the era of ancient literary giants, Wang Qian published one after another as if it was worthless!

How did this leave other literati of the same generation to live?

How can we have the face to let those so-called seniors in the Writers Association who fight for power and wealth all day long and rank based on seniority?

Xue Zhenguo is looking forward to Wang Qian's work this time. He expects Wang Qian to continue to publish excellent works. He also expects Wang Qian to fail. He expects Wang Qian to release a mediocre or even bad work, which will lower his previous reputation. Some mixed emotions!

Xue Man also read it carefully several times, then nodded and said: "Well, it is indeed a good piece of work."

Xue Man picked up the brush and wrote the poem on the white paper stroke by stroke, then liked and forwarded Wang Qian's work on Weibo, and then commented: "Good work, used The allusion of Cornus officinalis. The first sentence directly addresses the topic. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the holidays. Although the narrative is plain, it makes people feel homesick at once. The plain tone contains the true feelings of Nong Nong. , coupled with the allusion behind it, aggravates the feeling of homesickness and missing relatives. "

"What a masterpiece of ancient poetry about the Double Ninth Festival."

Start!

Xue Man took a photo of what he wrote with a brush and sent it.

Xue Zhenguo took out his mobile phone and scrolled through Weibo at this moment, and found that many people in the literary and artistic circles he followed had made some comments about this work.

Among them, Tang Hepeng also commented: "This is another excellent ancient poem, no worse than several famous poems about the Double Ninth Festival in history. Professor Wang's works have never let me down."

Xue Zhenguo said calmly: "This old Tang is now bragging about Wang Qian."

Xue Man did not speak, but looked at Wang Qian's Weibo, hoping that Wang Qian would reply to her and interact with her.

However, after waiting for more than a minute, she still didn't get Wang Qian's reply, and she looked a little disappointed.

Xue Man also looked through the people in the literary circle he followed, and frowned slightly when he saw a name.

Guo Zhuangzhuang?

This guy was educated by Wang Qian in the Zhejiang University class last time. After disappearing for a while, he jumped out again?

Xue Man stared at the phone screen.

Guo Zhuangzhuang posted the latest news a minute ago: "This poem is considered a masterpiece among the Double Ninth Festival poems. A female friend of mine also recently wrote a poem about the Double Ninth Festival and was thinking of asking Professor Wang for advice. Because my friend doesn’t like to use Weibo, so he doesn’t have an account, so I’ll post it on my behalf.”

"Drunken by the shade of flowers, the autumn breeze is high and the moon is thick."

""

Xue Man carefully read the new song released by Guo Zhuangzhuang and immediately said to his father: "Dad, look at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo. He posted an ancient Double Ninth Festival poem on his behalf. I took a look and it seems to be from Senior Sister Dongmei. Works."

Xue Zhenguo was stunned for a moment, then looked at the work Guo Zhuangzhuang posted, read it for a while, and said softly: "It is indeed a good graceful poem, Zuihuayin's poem, it is also written about the Double Ninth Festival, and the style is a bit like Dongmei But how could Dongmei be with Guo Zhuangzhuang?"

Xue Man shook his head: "I don't know, Senior Sister Dongmei is a professor at Shancheng University, and she is not familiar with Guo Zhuangzhuang."

Xue Zhenguo also shook his head in confusion: "She hasn't called me recently. She should tell me when she comes back to the capital at the end of the year to find me."

Xue Man: "I think Senior Sister Dongmei may have been deceived by Guo Zhuangzhuang into boarding the pirate ship. Senior Sister Dongmei doesn't use Weibo, and she doesn't like surfing the Internet at all. She probably doesn't even know what happened, so she was deceived by Guo Zhuangzhuang. published the work."

Xue Zhenguo nodded: "It's possible. This girl is older than me. It's also possible that she was deceived by someone with an impure mind like Guo Zhuangzhuang. However, there is still a slight gap between the standard of this poem and Wang Qian's poem. . But one is an ancient poem and the other is an ancient poem, so it’s hard to say.”

"Guo Zhuangzhuang did this on purpose."

Deliberately asking Wang Qian for advice using ancient words so that he could not respond with this poem.

Otherwise, you will lose directly.

In terms of writing, Wang Qian's poems are obviously better, more like the works of ancient literary giants.

The ancient poem published by Guo Zhuangzhuang does not have that strong ancient flavor. People with a profound literary background will know that it is a modern work at a glance.

As for Wang Qian's works, if the author's name is not included, if you just look at the works, you will almost think that they are the masterpieces of some ancient literary giant.

This is the gap.

However, Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was an ancient poem.

Then, Wang Qian will respond with ancient words, or pretend not to see it.

Many people in the literary circle have noticed this incident and are paying attention to it.

And Wang Qian’s attention itself is extremely high.

Therefore, many fans of Wang Qian, as well as passers-by and melon-eating netizens who paid attention to this matter, all forwarded and liked it, setting the pace.

"Professor Wang's poem looks very good, but Guo Zhuangzhuangfa's work also looks very good."

“Finally, I came across Professor Wang’s masterpiece, which turned out to be an ancient poem. It’s amazing, amazing. Although I didn’t understand it very well, just call it 666.”

"Sit back and wait for the big guys to analyze it."

“Many big Vs in the literary circle are applauded.”

"I read the reviews of Xueman and Professor Tang, and they both said it was a great work."

"Have you seen Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo?"

"Guo Zhuangzhuang? Is that Guo Zhuangzhuang who refused to admit it after being convicted of plagiarism?"

"Look, Guo Zhuangzhuang still has the nerve to ask Professor Wang to teach ancient poetry, hahaha"

Mountain city.

It is located in the riverside villa area.

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood on the roof terrace of a villa.

A few meters away, a woman wearing a simple Hanfu, holding a writing brush in her hand and concentrating on writing, with her hair in a bun and simply blowing wind in her ears, stood on a In front of the mahogany desk, he was writing in cursive script stroke by stroke.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said: "Dongmei, I just posted one of your ancient poems last year on the Internet and asked Professor Wang to comment on it. He didn't speak for a while, maybe he was shocked by your work. ”

Xiao Dongmei didn't speak. She finished writing a piece of characters, put down the brush, and then said softly: "Who are you trying to fool with my work again?"

The sound is like a hot spring, crisp and warm.

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said: "I'm not fooling you. Professor Wang is really talented and powerful!"

Xiao Dongmei glanced at Guo Zhuangzhuang, with a halo of wisdom in her eyes: "Read to me the work he just released."

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Okay. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the holidays. I know my brothers have climbed to the heights, and there is one less person planting dogwood. It is a good piece of work."

Xiao Dongmei stood on the edge of the villa roof, looked at the river view, and said softly: "This is not just a good work. If you don't say it was written by someone who is still alive in the contemporary era, and only look at the work, who wrote it in ancient times?" Yes, I believe it. My song Zuihuayin is not enough to compare with this poem."

"Besides, I'm not very good at ancient poetry."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said: "Yes, yes, you are not good at ancient poetry, you are good at modern poetry! I know that you have published two modern poetry collections! But, this Wang Qian is also very good at modern poetry, you Don’t want to read his modern poems? ”

Xiao Dongmei recalled several modern poems that Guo Zhuangzhuang showed her, and said softly: "I have read them. They are all excellent works, a little better than my masterpiece."

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Dongmei, don't underestimate yourself. Your work is no worse than his, even better. If you lose with this ancient poem, you can win it back with modern poetry! I think , you can definitely do it!”

Xiao Dongmei smiled faintly: "So, you used me as a gun?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang: "No, it's what you said before. If I have good works, I'll show them to you."

Xiao Dongmei interrupted Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Okay. Stop talking and go."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled awkwardly: "Dongmei"

Xiao Dongmei: "Let's go, don't wait for me to get angry."

Guo Zhuangzhuang shrank his neck. He was in his forties and looked a little scared: "Okay, it's my fault. Then I'll leave and I'll see you next time."

With that said, Guo Zhuangzhuang turned around and prepared to leave.

However, when he checked his phone and saw Wang Qian's reply, his eyes lit up and he immediately said: "Wait a minute, Dongmei, he replied with a piece of work!"