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Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian and said with a little expectancy: "Oh? Professor Wang is preparing to splash ink? Some time ago, I heard rumors in the circle that now a great newcomer has appeared in the Chinese calligraphy circle. At a young age, I have created my own calligraphy font, which is beautiful and freehand, and has condensed the charm of a master."
"Later I found out that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I studied Professor Wang's thin gold font. It is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have been practicing it for a while recently, but unfortunately I am old. It’s too late.”
“It’s a great blessing to be able to see Professor Wang writing in person today.”
Tao Zhishan said with a smile: "Professor Li is also the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association."
Okay.
The deputy director of the National Orchestra and the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association, what else?
If you can vote in the ministry, you probably have some status within the system
Wang Qian didn’t dare to ask anyway.
Otherwise, he knows too much.
Li Xiyan smiled sheepishly and said: "It's just my job. I haven't been to the association to participate in activities for several years. I heard that the calligraphy association has been very active recently and they are all discussing your thin gold calligraphy font. There are many differences of opinion. Professor Wang, your appearance has made the originally stagnant literary world become active."
Li Xiyan is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the capital's cultural circle, so he is qualified to say this.
Wang Qian’s several ancient poems, several modern poems, and thin gold calligraphy works have made the literary world that has been silent for more than ten or twenty years become very active, and almost everyone is discussing it. There are endless arguments about things related to him.
Wang Qian had already reacted and glared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue. The two stood there obediently and said nothing.
"Oh? Professor Li won the award. I saw some comments that my calligraphy is very controversial. There are not many people who support me, but there are countless people who belittle me."
Wang Qian said very modestly: "I am still young and still far away from the master."
Li Xiyan: "Time will eventually prove something. Today I will take a look at Professor Wang's thin gold calligraphy in person. I'm back in the capital, so I can talk to my friends at the Calligraphy Association."
Wang Qian stood up and smiled: "Then I will show my shame."
Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu, and Murong Yue quickly cleared the dining table, covered it with a layer of solid wooden boards, and then took out Wang Qian's pen, ink, paper, and inkstones and placed them one by one.
Qin Xuerong must have done the ink grinding work himself.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared Wang Qian's pen and paper.
Everything is ready.
Wang Qian smiled and nodded at Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui before walking over.
Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui stood up and followed them. They stood in front of the table without saying a word, and just looked at it seriously.
He Chaohui is the most casual, because she has no interest in calligraphy and does not know much about calligraphy. She is just slightly curious and looking forward to whether Wang Qian's calligraphy performance will be recognized by Li Xiyan.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both high-ranking figures in the capital's cultural circles, and Li Xiyan is an old-timer in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly affect the capital's cultural circle's view of Wang Qian. Some views.
That's why Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter and wanted Wang Qian to write calligraphy works in public.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan looked at it most seriously.
Thin gold calligraphy has been the most popular on the Internet these two days, and they have all paid attention to it.
Because Wang Qian’s event of donating calligraphy on Weibo attracted huge attention, even people who don’t usually surf the Internet heard it mentioned by people around him.
Moreover, Wang Qian’s calligraphy also caused a bidding war among fans, and news spread that it sold for more than two million yuan at a super high price.
This is simply an extremely high price that cannot be seen among contemporary living calligraphy masters.
So, both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan wanted to see it up close and personal.
What is Wang Qian’s calligraphy level?
What is the beauty of thin gold calligraphy font?
I saw.
Wang Qian picked up the brush and did not write directly. Instead, he stood in front of the table, constantly thinking about the inner artistic conception of the two poems "Bu Suanzi Yong Mei" and the charm of the thin gold fonts.
For calligraphy fonts to have spirit, the calligraphy master must really concentrate his energy and devote himself to it.
Those so-called masters who are so gaudy and showy have no calligraphy spirit except for showing off their ugliness, and the words they write are even more ugly. At best, they are only in shape.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
Wang Qian's spirit gradually became free and elegant, as if he were a master from outside the world, and there was also a cold aloofness about him.
Like a master from outside the world, but also like winter plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow in winter
Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy. Li Xiyan in particular has been practicing calligraphy for thirty or forty years. He has already stepped onto the threshold of master level, but he has never been able to enter this door.
So, both of them were slightly shocked at this moment.
Because this is the realm that both of them pursue and yearn for.
This is the state of master calligraphy.
Li Xiyan has been thinking about it for more than ten years, but has never been able to truly step into this realm.
Tao Zhishan is further away. Although it is impossible to achieve it in this life, he still yearns for it.
Now
A young man in his thirties has an extremely strong aura of energy and spirit, which is integrated into his calligraphy.
Li Xiyan's eyes, which were originally a little cloudy due to old age, also bloomed with a frightening light at this moment. He stared at Wang Qian with bright eyes, paying attention to Wang Qian's every move and every change in his expression. .
At this moment, he regarded Wang Qian as a teacher and was studying the teacher's words and deeds attentively.
The brush in Wang Qian's hand is gently dipped in ink on the inkstone, his movements are natural and freehand, as if he is holding a handful of floating dust to brush away the troubles of this world, and every stroke follows his heart.
Then, Wang Qian looked focused, and his whole person became one with the brush.
When the brush falls on the white paper.
It seems that the brush is not moving.
But Wang Qian's whole body was moving.
Bu Shuzi, Yong Mei.
At this moment.
No one has paid attention to what Wang Qian wrote.
Even Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, who had been curious to know the content just now, were attracted and even fascinated by Wang Qian's aura at this moment. They didn't pay attention to the written content at all. They just looked at Wang Qian and Wang Qian. Every word Qian writes down seems to contain extremely beautiful things.
Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention of fighting for spring, and once everyone is jealous.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Wang Qian finished the first poem "Busuanzi Ode to Plum Blossoms" in one go.
Every word is poured out by him with his own spirit.
So, every word is as free and unrestrained as the wind, thin and beautiful, and each one is as aloof and cold as a Taoist master.
Finished writing.
Wang Qian took a rest.
Put the brush on the inkstone and move all the joints and muscles in your body.
Although, it's just standing there bending down to write.
However, Wang Qian felt as exhausted as if he had been moving bricks all night.
The room was still extremely quiet.
No one spoke.
Li Xiyan was wearing crutches, and his whole body seemed very excited. His eyes were still staring unblinkingly at the thin gold text written by Wang Qian.
The same was true for Tao Zhishan, with some shock in his eyes.
They have all seen before that people such as Lu Chunhu and Tang Hepeng highly praised Wang Qian and evaluated Wang Qian as the first calligrapher in modern times.
Although they did not stand up to criticize Lu Chunhu and others like some people, they did not agree with it in their hearts and felt that it was exaggerated.
But now I see with my own eyes after Wang Qian finished writing a piece of calligraphy.
They realized that perhaps, Lu Chunhu and others were really speaking from their hearts.
Wang Qian rested for more than ten seconds, adjusted his state, then picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and quickly entered the state.
Continue to write the second song.
Bu Shuzi, Yong Mei.
Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring.
The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she just repays it.
When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes.
It's still done in one go.
Wang Qian has completely mastered the power of master-level calligraphy.
So, writing becomes more and more proficient and easy.
However, the consumption is still a lot.
Finished writing.
A layer of sweat broke out on Wang Qian's forehead.
Qin Xuerong looked distressed. Seeing that Wang Qian had put down his brush, he quickly picked up the towel prepared in advance and gently wiped the sweat from Wang Qian's forehead. His eyes were full of worry and distress. He wanted to say something to Wang Qian. No more writing for a break.
But she knew it wasn't over yet.
If only Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui were in the audience, Qin Xuerong could have just finished writing the first song and let Wang Qian rest immediately, waiting an hour or two before writing, or writing again in a few days.
However, now that Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, two big figures in the capital's cultural circle, were present, Qin Xuerong did not dare to make his own decision.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from the shock.
However, Li Xiyan seemed to be even more excited, and his right hand was trembling.
Because, when he watched Wang Qian write, he seemed to have realized something about the realm of master calligraphy.
If, this time he can digest and understand it when he goes back and integrate it into his own calligraphy.
I can’t tell.
He was able to become a master calligrapher in his later years, fulfilling one of his dreams.
He is a master pianist and orchestra conductor.
If you become a master calligrapher again.
Li Xiyan feels that he has no regrets in his life.
Even if he dies immediately.
He felt that he also left with a smile.
Li Xiyan just wanted to applaud gently.
Tao Zhishan was about to praise Wang Qian's calligraphy.
However, Wang Qian finished writing his second poem, Fortune Teller, and Yong Mei, and he still stood there without moving.
Qin Xuerong picked up the white paper with the calligraphy written on it and put it on the other side to dry, then covered it with a layer of white paper again.
Everyone is full of doubts!
Anything else?
Isn’t it said that there are only two works?
Qin Xuerong glanced at a few people, saw everyone's doubts, and explained in a low voice: "These two poems about plum blossoms were written by Wang Qian to Xiao Dongmei at that time. They were inspired by Xiao Dongmei. There is another one."
Everyone was stunned.
The three women, Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and He Chaohui, even felt a sense of envy towards Xiao Dongmei.
These two ancient poems about plum blossoms were obviously excellent works, almost as good as other works about plum blossoms written by other ancients that they knew.
In the future, it will be passed down even if it is unknown.
Then, the origins of these two works will also become a good story.
Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations for this.
In history, many people have become celebrities through the ages because they were written about by the works of great writers, and they are even more famous than some big figures who influenced the direction of history.
This is the opportunity that everyone dreams of.
For ordinary people, the opportunity to leave a mark in history is an absolute once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a hint of envy, but then it disappeared. They have already passed that age.
Furthermore, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing at this moment, rested for about a minute, and then picked up the brush again.
Dip in ink!
Walk a hair.
Smoother and faster than the previous two times.
However, the thin gold font written in it has an elegant and elegant charm.
The calligraphy fonts are almost integrated with Wang Qian at this moment, and the fonts are almost exactly the same as Wang Qian.
This is the true top level of the legendary master calligrapher.
A person is what he says!
Words are like the person they are!
Many people say that seeing words is like seeing people.
However, in fact, this is a state that only top calligraphers can achieve, integrating their own spirit and life philosophy into the fonts.
How difficult is this?
Ordinary people practice calligraphy according to copybooks. How can they achieve the state where the calligraphy is like the person they are?
It’s just that most people judge a person’s preferences and personality based on the neatness of their fonts. They think people who write well have good character, and people who don’t write well have bad character. This is a very arbitrary and crude idea. It's not really like the person's words.
If you want to practice neat fonts, you only need to spend some time. People with a little patience can basically do it, but such fonts cannot represent the spirit contained in the person.
Wang Qian has now truly achieved that his words are like his words, and his words are like his words.
People are free and elegant.
The words are equally chic and elegant.
Aloof from the world.
Thin and beautiful.
Beautiful yet hidden.
The more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.
No one dared to speak at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately lowered, for fear of disturbing Wang Qian, or fear of disturbing the calligraphy fonts that seemed to come to life.
A pair of eyes widened as they looked at the thin gold font that emerged from under the brush.
Qingping tone.
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is strong.
If we hadn’t met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai.
One stroke after another, it is random and natural, just like the water left on the mountain. The traces of its flow are natural without any deliberate traces. It is natural and a choice of nature.
Wang Qian’s fonts also show this kind of expression at this moment. Every stroke seems to be the result of nature, without many traces of man-made changes.
Finished writing.
Wang Qian put down his brush and felt a little unsteady on his feet.
It was as if the body had been hollowed out.
Qin Xuerong was not as involved as the others, and focused more on Wang Qian.
So, when Wang Qian put down his brush, she immediately stepped forward and held Wang Qian's arm, with concern on her face.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue also woke up immediately and came together to help support Wang Qian. The three of them helped Wang Qian sit down on the sofa.
Qin Xuerong once again took a towel to wipe Wang Qian's sweat.
Jiang Yu held the water glass and personally handed it to Wang Qian's mouth. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and he moved very carefully, fearing to hurt Wang Qian.
Murong Yue also had some distress on her face. She gently rubbed Wang Qian's writing arm with both hands and muttered in a low voice: "You're tired, so don't be brave and continue writing. You can write next time."
The three of them seemed to have become Wang Qian's girlfriends at this moment.
This made Wang Qian a little stunned.
What are these three doing?
Wang Qian instinctively took a sip of the water handed over by Jiang Yu and glanced at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu woke up immediately, stood up with a blush, took the water glass and left.
Murong Yue's hand rubbing Wang Qian's arm also stopped, coughed slightly, stood up and went to the table, where she and Li Xiyan admired Wang Qian's three calligraphy works.
Qin Xuerong glared at the two hairy boys, then rubbed Wang Qian's hair vigorously, gently tugged his ears, poured a glass of water for Wang Qian again, put it into Wang Qian's hand, and let him Drink water yourself.
At this time.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around, looked away from the calligraphy, and looked at Wang Qian.
Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up and said with admiration: "I have heard someone say that Professor Wang is the first young calligrapher of our generation and the first calligraphy master to establish a sect in the past few hundred years. , I scoffed at it at the time, and now I realize that I am narrow-minded.”
"Professor Wang's self-made thin gold calligraphy opened my eyes. No wonder it attracted millions of people to grab it. Every word is a rare masterpiece. People are like their words, and their words are like their people. The charm of nature makes me yearn for it.”
"Very impressive."
Although Tao Zhishan has not practiced calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, he occasionally practices calligraphy in his spare time and cultivates his sentiments. Therefore, his calligraphy level is not bad, but his level of knowledge is extremely high. His family has collected many modern and contemporary paintings. There are also one or two works of calligraphy masters and antique-level calligraphy works.
So, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has a certain authority.
Li Xiyan bowed lightly to Wang Qian directly.
Everyone present was shocked.
Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out their hands to support Li Xiyan. They could not bear the gift, and they were even more afraid that Li Xiyan's body would not be able to hold on. It would be a big sin to have an accident here.
"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can't bear it, I can't bear it! Get up, get up quickly"
Wang Qian said hurriedly.
Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui also looked at Li Xiyan in shock and confusion, and then quickly came up to help Li Xiyan together.
After all, Li Xiyan came with them. If something bad happens here, they will not be able to see anyone in the circle when they go back, and it will be hard to explain to their family members.
Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian solemnly, stood up, and said seriously: "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters in my life, but you are the only one who made me truly feel what calligraphy is. The artistic conception has benefited me a lot. When I go back this time, maybe there will be another calligraphy master in China.”
"And this is all thanks to the professor today. I, Li Xiyan, even if I am in a coffin in the future, I can leave with a smile on my face. Thank you very much"
Li Xiyan finally said sincerely thank you to Wang Qian, with excitement in his tone.
Only then did everyone understand why Li Xiyan became so excited all of a sudden.
Original
It was under the influence of Wang Qian's calligraphy artistic conception that Li Xiyan understood the realm of a calligraphy master.
Breaking the barrier that had hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years!
Any calligrapher who truly loves calligraphy would be excited about this, and would definitely be extremely grateful to Wang Qian.
In ancient times, this was the gift of teaching.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
Li Xiyan felt this way at the moment.
Neither Tao Zhishan nor He Chaohui expected that they would get such a harvest when they brought Li Xiyan over this time, and they couldn't help but smile.
Wang Qian said hurriedly: "Professor Li, please don't say that. If you can understand a deeper realm of calligraphy, you must have accumulated enough knowledge. I can't help you very much. Don't do that. , I can’t bear it.”
Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian's hand: "You are too modest, Professor Wang. Humility is a rare quality, but sometimes it can also be a shackle and restriction."
Wang Qian smiled and said nothing.
A few people sat down again and exchanged pleasantries.
Then, I noticed the content of Wang Qian’s three works.
Li Xiyan said: "The two poems about plum blossom written by Professor Wang are both rare masterpieces. I have met Xiao Dongmei, and these two works really fit her. Xiao Dongmei, this girl, definitely wants to treasure these two works. Get up. This Qingping tune is beautifully written. I think that woman must be a fairy-like figure, right?"
Qin Xuerong said softly: "Her name is Yu Jingruo. She also graduated from Beijing Film Academy. She is an old classmate with Wang Qian. She does look like a fairy."
Li Xiyan's eyes lit up: "Oh? Is it Jingruo? That's true. This poem fits her very well. This child has been cold-tempered since he was a child. I didn't expect that he would learn acting when he grew up. Before I saw her two years ago. From a distance, she does look like a fairy. Unfortunately, she is old and has not yet started a family."
Wang Qian was slightly surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"
Li Xiyan nodded: "I have met her a few times. Her grandfather and I are close friends."
Wang Qian asked no more questions.
He didn't want to ask more about Yu Jingruo's family.
Li Xiyan also stopped talking and didn't say much.
A few people once again admired these three calligraphy works by Wang Qian.
One picture is more charming than the other.
This is also the result of the continuous accumulation of Wang Qian's state of mind and energy. The final expression of his calmness is the peak.
However, this is Wang Qian's limit.
After writing Qing Ping Diao, I almost lost my balance and couldn’t write another word.
Perhaps he won’t even want to write in the next few days.
Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui both looked at the three pieces of calligraphy, looking eager to move, but hesitated to speak. They both wanted any of the three pieces of calligraphy to take home and collect.
Tao Zhishan himself has top-notch connoisseurship, and he also likes calligraphy, so he likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and is convinced that Wang Qian's calligraphy works will definitely become highly valuable collections in the future. Now he has one or two in his collection Vice, you can enrich your collection.
He doesn't care about money, he cares about the cultural heritage in his collection. To put it simply, he wants to be able to play Versailles in the circle in the future.
As for He Chaohui, seeing that Li Xiyan admired Wang Qian's calligraphy so much, he also wanted to collect one and hang it at home, in order to enhance the cultural heritage of his home.
However, neither of them found it easy to speak.
Because, when they came to Wang Qian this time, they had something to ask for.
Now that you are leaving, are you still taking your things?
That's too thick-skinned.
As for Li Xiyan, although he also wants three pieces of calligraphy by Wang Qian, he will never ask.
Because, he felt that under the influence of Wang Qian, he took the final step, praised this door, and realized the master-level calligraphy realm. This was a huge gain, and he already owed Wang Qian a huge favor in his heart. .
Want Wang Qian’s calligraphy works?
Li Xiyan thought that he was still old-fashioned, so he immediately extinguished his thoughts and just wanted to go back and learn and practice.
Moreover, he felt that he had a deep understanding of Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy.
After all, he gained the artistic conception of calligraphy by observing Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy, and he was influenced by Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy. Therefore, in the future, when he truly steps into the realm of master-level calligraphy, he will also Naturally, he began to write Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy slowly, because this is the spirit he understood.
Perhaps, he will be the second master calligrapher in the field of thin gold calligraphy in the future.
Qin Xuerong seemed not to notice the expressions of Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui. He carefully put away Wang Qian's three calligraphy works, planning to find someone to frame them later as a collection for himself and Wang Qian.
At this time, both Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui were slightly disappointed, but they put their minds aside, drank a glass of water, chatted for a few more words, and then said goodbye to Wang Qian.
They also made an appointment with Moyin’s people to discuss matters. It was getting late now and they had to rush there as soon as possible.
After the excitement just now, Li Xiyan was now a little tired. Wang Qian and Jiang Yu helped him downstairs and put him in the car.
Wang Qian waved goodbye to the three of them.
Li Xiyan said to Wang Qian: "Professor Wang, next time you come to the capital, come and sit at my house. I like your thin gold calligraphy very much. I will also ask you to give me some advice on my calligraphy next time."
Tao Zhishan also said: "Today I am eye-opening. Professor Wang's status as the number one calligrapher of the younger generation is well deserved."
He Chaohui has the lowest status. He just nodded to Wang Qian with a smile and said softly: "Professor Wang, I look forward to your next visit to Yangyin. But I hope you can communicate with me in advance and I will arrange everything for you."
Wang Qian agreed wholeheartedly.
Anyway, he will go to the capital by then, so just agree to come.
If you have a lot of debt, you won’t have to worry about it.
It doesn’t matter if there are too many lice or not.
Sent away three people.
Wang Qian and the four of them were a little tired.
However, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu also took the opportunity to leave.
They didn't want to stay and be light bulbs. Wang Qian's house was not as big as a villa, and there wasn't enough space for them to hide, so they simply left and went to live in the original villa.
Qin Xuerong went to see them off in person.
Wang Qian went back to his house alone to take a rest.
Everyone is gone
Wang Qian was lying on the sofa alone, feeling relaxed and free as never before.
Everything goes with the wind.
I haven’t felt this way for a long time.
It seems like I have returned to the time when I was single.
Wang Qian closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly and unconsciously.
Today, he was really tired.
Lectures and writing calligraphy works are both extremely consuming tasks.
I don’t know how long I slept.
Wang Qian felt someone touching his face and slowly opened his eyes.
I saw a somewhat familiar face appearing in front of me.
Somewhat similar to Qin Xuerong
But it’s not Xuerong!
Compared with Qin Xuerong, she has more of a scholarly atmosphere and a hint of the independent temperament of a strong woman.
Yes
Qin Xuehong?
Wang Qian woke up immediately.
With his eyes widened, he saw clearly the figure sitting on the sofa, in front of him, with a hand gently rubbing his cheek.
It is Qin Xuehong.
Qin Xuehong was wearing a gray windbreaker with a white shirt underneath. Her hair was tied randomly on her head, turning into a simple bun. There was a smile on her intellectual and beautiful face. Seeing Wang Qian wake up, she smiled and said, "Why, you saw me Surprised?"
Wang Qian nodded: "When did Sister Xuehong come? How did you get in?"
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian's face without blinking: "I just came here, and I asked Xuerong for the key last time. I will occasionally come over to your place to stay for a few days, and look for a living in a small house. Inspiration."
Hey guys, I’m not inspired to live in a big villa. Why don’t you come to a small house of more than 100 square meters to find inspiration and experience the hardships of ordinary people?
However, the house is worth several million, and it is not considered the life of ordinary people
The literary performance of Versailles began unnaturally.
Wang Qian said oh.
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian: "I know, it was Xuerong who chased you, right?"
Wang Qian thought for a while and nodded.
Qin Xuehong smiled and said with a hint of regret: "If I had met you first, I would have chased you, and I would not have given up until I caught you. In this regard, Xuerong and I are very similar. We Both sisters follow my father and must succeed in whatever they want.”
"I really want you now, what should I do?"
Qin Xuerong's eyes were filled with a strong desire for possession, staring straight at Wang Qian, while one hand still gently slid across Wang Qian's cheek.