Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua were absent-minded when they went to class in the morning.


    In class, someone asked Bai Hua, "Miss Bai, do you expect Wang Qian''s poetry?"


    Bai Hua smiled at the students and said, "of course I look forward to it. If there is anyone else in the domestic poetry world who can make me look forward to it, then only Professor Wang! In order to let Professor Wang release his new works earlier, I registered and recharged on Qianqian Jingyin and downloaded all his music works."


    In class, we gave white birch applause.


    Last month, for a week in a row, Bai Hua explained Wang Qian''s poetry works in class, one by one, and deeply analyzed Wang Qian''s poetry.


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


    This has caused a debate in the field of literature and history of Zhejiang University.


    Bai Hua was also called by the teaching and research group to criticize him and asked him not to say such controversial words in the future.


    But the birch did not retract his words.


    Class is over.


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


    Tang Hepeng has just returned from class for a while. He is slowly writing calligraphy on his desk with a brush.


    Bai Hua walked into the office and didn''t bother Tang Hepeng. He waited until Tang Hepeng finished writing a line of words one by one, and then said, "Professor Tang has the character of Professor Wang."


    Tang Hepeng shook his head and said with emotion: "It''s far from enough. I''m old and have been abandoned for several years. Now I can''t keep up with my physical strength. As the saying goes, it''s difficult to draw bones by drawing tiger skin. I''ve studied Professor Wang''s words carefully for nearly a month, and can only be regarded as a preliminary imitation. If I want to really write character, it''s far from enough. I heard that LV Chunhu has practiced some flavor, but I haven''t seen it yet."


    Bai Hua said with a smile, "Professor Lu came to the Department yesterday and had a quarrel with Director Chen. He forcibly removed several blackboards left by Professor Wang last time."


    Tang Hepeng also laughed: "Lao Lu just likes calligraphy. After Professor Wang''s lecture last time, Lao Lu first moved the blackboard home to study. Director Chen went to the department several times and didn''t want to come back, but Lao Lu protected him. Later, director Chen took advantage of Lao Lu''s absence and took the students to move away. Lao Lu was angry and didn''t eat for several days. He secretly came to the department several times to move the blackboard back, but he didn''t find it. This time, he finally found it He found it and moved it. "


    Bai Hua: "I just moved a few pieces. Director Chen was afraid to annoy Professor Lu, and agreed to let him take some pieces. The rest of the blackboard was kept in a special warehouse. Many people went to see it every day, and I also went to see it occasionally."


    Tang Hepeng glanced at Bai Hua: "if you like calligraphy, you can''t miss it. I go to see it for an hour every day and continue to practice when I come back. It''s a preliminary introduction. It''s not easy to practice Professor Wang''s temperament with this thin gold body."


    Bai Hua thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "I can just practice hard pen calligraphy, even with a brush."


    Tang Hepeng said with a smile, "it''s OK. You''re still young. If you practice calligraphy, you can precipitate it."


    They sat down and had a cup of tea.


    Then Tang Hepeng looked at the page on the computer and showed Wang Qian''s microblog page. He said, "Professor Wang hasn''t published his work yet. It''s a little slow. Does he have to wait until the new song has been downloaded for 20 million? It''s over 15 million now."


    Bai Hua asked curiously, "Professor Tang, you have also registered thousands of listening?"


    Tang Hepeng flashed a blush of embarrassment on his face and said with a smile: "well, he registered, charged ten yuan, downloaded Professor Wang''s new song earth and several piano songs. The piano songs are good and suitable for me. No wonder old Peng of Zhejiang music respected professor Wang so much. I understand."


    Tang Hepeng doesn''t like listening to pop rock music so much. He thinks it''s too noisy. It''s good to listen to piano music and practice calligraphy.


    After the last blow and face-to-face communication with Wang Qian, Tang Hepeng''s whole life style has changed. He is usually kind to others, has a lot of sunshine, and has found his interests and hobbies in life.


    Bai Hua suggested, "listen to Professor Wang''s ordinary road. You will like it once."


    Tang Hepeng was curious: "Oh? I''ll try downloading it. I can''t use up ten yuan anyway."


    With that, Tang Hepeng boarded thousands of listening and downloaded Wang Qian''s ordinary road and you.


    …………


    Capital.


    Xue Zhenguo and Xueman''s father and daughter also practiced calligraphy at home in the morning.


    and.


    Each of them stood at a table, writing carefully with a brush, and sometimes looked up at a huge LCD TV on the wall in front of them.


    The picture broadcast in LCD TV is the video of Wang Qian''s lecture at Zhejiang University.


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


    Every stroke has been processed!


    You can clearly see the stroke details of each word written by Wang Qian.


    Father and daughter have been practicing for half a month. Stacks of paper are filled with all kinds of Chinese characters in thin gold.


    Without saying a word, they filled the white paper.


    Xue Zhenguo put down his brush, looked at the slow down picture on the video, carefully looked at Wang Qian''s wrist action and pen writing technique, and whispered: "Wang Qian''s calligraphy attainments are amazing. When writing, every stroke, obviously after a long time of practice, has formed an instinct."


    Xueman also put down his brush, looked at the video picture and said softly, "yes, it''s a pity that he can''t get the blackboard to observe and study closely."


    Xue Zhenguo''s eyes flashed a trace of anger and wry smile: "the people of Zhejiang University collected the blackboard used by Wang Qian. It''s very precious. Chen Xiangdong said I can go and see it, but I can''t borrow it. Last month, people from several calligraphy associations in Beijing went to Zhejiang University to see it for a few days and said they had some harvest when they came back."


    Xueman said with a smile: "when I have time, just go and have a look. At that time, I will take some photos, take them back, enlarge them and print them out. You can also observe and learn."


    Xue Zhenguo shook his head and said seriously, "it''s different. Just looking at photos and videos, it''s different. It''s different from the real object. The difference between the spirit and spirit is too big."


    Xueman: "let''s find a way to change some blackboards with Zhejiang University. Didn''t Professor Wang leave them more than ten blackboards? So many, it''s nothing to give us a few."


    Xue Zhenguo was angry when he talked about this and said coldly, "Chen Xiangdong thinks very beautiful. If you want a manuscript left by Mr. Haibing, you can only change a blackboard and dream!"


    Xueman''s eyes widened when he heard his father''s words: "Mr. Haibing''s manuscript? Zhejiang University really dares to speak!"


    Haibing is the pseudonym of a great writer who went out of Beijing University and one of the representatives of the Chinese Department of Beijing University. The several breakup manuscripts left by Haibing can be regarded as cultural relics. Some rich people have offered hundreds of thousands of high prices in recent years to buy as collections, but most of Beijing refused.


    Now


    Zhejiang University wants to exchange a blackboard written by Wang Qian for the manuscript of a dead literary giant?


    Are you talking in your sleep?


    Although several works written by Wang Qian are excellent, calligraphy is really unique, creating a calligraphy style that the ancients have never had in thousands of years.


    However, after all, there are only these works. The time is too short. How can it be compared with Mr. Hai Bing who left several long literary works?


    Xue Zhenguo was angry when he thought of this.


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


    Xue Zhenguo said faintly, "let them guard the blackboards."


    Xueman smiled and said, "next year, we will also invite Professor Wang to give lectures in Beijing. Can''t we leave the blackboard used by Professor Wang? Try to let Professor Wang write more words than Zhejiang University."


    Xue Zhenguo smiled noncommittally.


    He is not used to and doesn''t like taking a young man so seriously.


    Seniority has gone deep 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 no matter how talented young people are, it is difficult to ascend the hall of elegance!


    Too young, too young!


    You''re wrong.


    No matter how talented you are.


    No matter how amazing you''ve written.


    As long as you are young.


    Then you are not qualified. You also need the so-called exercise and the so-called accumulation of experience.


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


    Although Xue Zhenguo couldn''t bear to see many things in the circle, he didn''t like them in his heart.


    However, he is instinctively maintaining this so-called tradition.


    Ding!


    Xueman''s mobile phone sends out a prompt sound.


    This is her special setting. As long as Wang Qian releases a new microblog message, he will give her a special prompt sound.


    "Professor Wang sent a message. Let me see!"


    Xueman immediately picked up the next cell phone, opened the screen and looked at it.


    Enter microblog!


    I saw that Wang Qian just did send a microblog message.


    "Sorry, I came back late last night. I was too tired, so I didn''t wake up until I slept just now. I was surprised to see that everyone brought me a surprise. Now the number of downloads in the earth has exceeded 15 million, which is your surprise. This data must have met my expectations, and the improvement is still obvious."


    "I''m glad that this song can reach everyone''s liking. When I sort it out a little, I''ll show you a new poem I wrote."


    Xueman is a little disappointed after reading it.


    Not for publishing.


    However, she still likes the forwarded package.


    Xue Zhenguo hurriedly asked, "what''s the matter? What works have been released? Read them out and I''ll listen to them."


    Xueman shook his head: "it hasn''t been sent yet. He said he got up and sorted out his ideas before sending it out."


    Xue Zhenguo: "this boy''s work is really expected. Few people in the literary world can make me look forward to it."


    Xueman said with a smile, "very few people? I don''t see who else is worthy of my expectation. Elder martial sister Dongmei is barely half. I don''t miss those poems written by others. There are a large group of people who flatter me. I doubt whether these people have gone to school."


    Xueman thinks of the works of the vice chairman of the writers'' Association of a province in Northwest China, all kinds of vulgar shit and urine farts, and a group of people boast there. Only because his father is old enough, there have been many famous works, and his descendants can still sit in the position of vice chairman of shoes by virtue of his shit and urine fart works!


    Let Xueman say that he is speechless.


    Xue Zhenguo was silent and thought carefully.


    It seems that in the field of poetry, he really can''t think of anyone else''s works that make him look forward to so much.


    Perhaps, some talented authors'' works are more recognized by him.


    However, no new work that has not been published makes him look forward to so much.


    Ding!


    There''s new news again.


    Xueman immediately opened Wang Qian''s microblog.


    Only one work has appeared on the page and has been published by Wang Qian.


    Xueman''s eyes lit up and whispered: "on September 9, Chongyang is homesick. This is the title. It looks like an ancient poem."


    Xue Zhenguo couldn''t wait. He didn''t wait for Xueman to read. He came over and looked at it directly.


    "Be a stranger in a foreign land alone,"


    "I miss my family every festival."


    "You know where the brothers are climbing,"


    "There is one less person who inserts Cornus everywhere."


    The father and daughter soon finished reading the short four sentence poem.


    Xue Zhenguo looked at it carefully again.


    "I''m a stranger in a foreign land alone. I miss my relatives twice every festival. I know that there is one less person who inserts Cornus everywhere when my brother climbs up?"


    "One person is missing from all the Cornus? What do you mean? What is Cornus?"


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


    Xueman quickly searched the Internet and said, "in some places, there is the custom of climbing high on the Double Ninth Festival, and the custom of inserting Cornus on his head, which can ensure peace. It is recorded in ancient books..."


    Xue Zhenguo nodded and remembered.


    Among some ancient poems and writings, when writing about the Double Ninth Festival, some wrote about dogwood!


    However, these works are not very famous, so he didn''t remember it just now.


    Then he thought carefully and remembered.


    "Wang Qian''s literary heritage is very deep."


    Xue Zhenguo praised: "this poem has no sad words, but it shows a desolation in a foreign land and the longing for relatives in his hometown. The more you think about it, the more you feel it is worth remembering."


    "Another masterpiece..."


    In the last sentence, Xue Zhenguo sighed, his look and tone were a little complicated!


    I don''t know whether it''s joy or sorrow.


    I''m glad to see such a masterpiece come out.


    The worry is that Wang Qian''s talent in ancient poetry is indeed unparalleled in the world.


    This kind of works is regarded as a masterpiece in the era of a large number of literary giants in ancient times. Wang Qian published one after another as if it was worthless!


    How does this make other scholars of the same era live?


    How can the so-called predecessors who let the writers'' Association compete for power and profit all day long and rank according to seniority have face?


    Xue Zhenguo is looking forward to Wang Qian''s works this time. He is looking forward to Wang Qian''s continued publication of good works. He is also looking forward to Wang Qian''s failure. He is looking forward to Wang Qian''s release of a very ordinary or even rotten work, which will lower his previous reputation!


    Xueman also read it carefully several times, then nodded and said, "well, it''s really a good work."


    Xueman picked up his brush and wrote the poem down on white paper one by one. Then he praised and forwarded Wang Qian''s works on his microblog, and then commented: "Good works use the allusions of Cornus. The first sentence directly points to the topic. I am a stranger in a foreign land alone. I miss my relatives every festival. Although the narration is flat, it suddenly makes people feel homesick. The plain tone contains the true feelings of nongnong. Coupled with the later allusions, it accentuates the mood of homesickness and missing their loved ones."


    "It''s really a masterpiece of an ancient poem about the Double Ninth Festival."


    launch!


    Xueman photographed the words he wrote with a brush and sent them out.


    Xue Zhenguo now took out his mobile phone and brushed his microblog. He found that many people in the literary and artistic circles who pay attention to him have made some comments on this work.


    Among them, Tang Hepeng also commented: "it is another excellent ancient poem, no worse than several famous works written on the Double Ninth Festival in history. Professor Wang''s works have not disappointed me."


    Xue Zhenguo said faintly, "this old Tang is boasting about Wang Qian."


    Xueman didn''t speak, but looked at Wang Qian''s microblog and looked forward to Wang Qian''s reply and interaction with himself.


    However, she waited for more than a minute, but still didn''t wait for Wang Qian''s reply. She was a little lost on her face.


    Xueman also turned over the people in his literary circle, saw a name and frowned gently.


    Guo Zhuangzhuang?


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


    Xueman stares at the phone screen.


    Guo Zhuangzhuang released the latest news a minute ago: "this poem is a masterpiece among the poems of Chongyang. A female friend of mine recently wrote a poem about Chongyang and wanted to ask Professor Wang for advice. Because my friend doesn''t like playing microblog, he doesn''t have an account, so I''ll send it on his behalf."


    "Drunken flowers are cloudy, the autumn wind is high and cool, and the moon is thick."


    “……”


    Xueman carefully read Guo Zhuangzhuang''s new work and immediately said to his father, "Dad, look at Guo Zhuangzhuang''s microblog. He sent an ancient Chongyang poem on behalf of him. I looked at it. It seemed to be the work of senior sister Dongmei."


    Xue Zhenguo was stunned. Then he looked at the works released by Guo Zhuangzhuang, read them for a while, and said softly, "it is indeed a good graceful word. The word card of drunken flowers and Yin is also written on the Double Ninth Festival. The style is a bit like the style of Dongmei. However, how can Dongmei be with Guo Zhuangzhuang?"


    Xueman shook his head: "I don''t know. Elder martial sister Dongmei is a professor at Shancheng University. She doesn''t know Guo Zhuangzhuang well."


    Xue Zhenguo also shook his head in doubt: "she hasn''t called me recently. When she comes back to Beijing to find me at the end of the year, she should tell me."


    Xueman: "I think elder martial sister Dongmei may have been fooled by Guo Zhuangzhuang into getting on the thief''s boat. Elder martial sister Dongmei doesn''t play microblog and doesn''t like the Internet at ordinary times. It''s estimated that she doesn''t know what''s going on, so she was fooled by Guo Zhuangzhuang to publish her works."


    Xue Zhenguo nodded: "it''s possible that this girl is older than me. It''s really possible that she was cheated by someone with impure mind like Guo Zhuangzhuang. However, there is still a gap between this poem and Wang Qian''s poem in terms of standard. However, it''s hard to say if one is an ancient poem and the other is an ancient poem."


    "Guo Zhuangzhuang, this is intentional."


    He deliberately consulted Wang Qian with ancient words so that he could not respond with this poem.


    Otherwise, you will lose directly.


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


    The ancient words released by Guo Zhuangzhuang are not so ancient. People with profound literary heritage know that they are the works of modern people.


    Wang Qian''s works do not write the author''s name. If you only look at his works, you will almost think that it is a masterpiece of a literary giant in ancient times.


    This is the gap.


    However, Guo Zhuangzhuang said it was an ancient word.


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


    Many people in the literary circle have noticed this and paid attention to it one after another.


    Wang Qian''s attention itself is very high.


    Therefore, many Wang Qian''s fans, as well as passers-by and melon eating netizens who pay attention to this matter, have forwarded praise one after another, bringing up the rhythm.


    "Professor Wang''s poem looks very good, but Guo zhuangfa''s works also look very good."


    "Finally, Professor Wang''s masterpiece turned out to be an ancient poem, powerful, powerful. Although I didn''t understand it very well, I just shouted 666."


    "Sit and wait for the crane to analyze a wave."


    "Many big V''s in the literary circle have applauded."


    "I read the comments of Xueman and Professor Tang and said they were excellent works."


    "Have you seen Guo Zhuangzhuang''s microblog?"


    "Guo Zhuangzhuang? Is that Guo Zhuangzhuang who is sentenced to plagiarism and still refuses to admit it?"


    "Look, Guo Zhuang Zhuang has the face to come out and let Professor Wang teach ancient Ci works, ha ha..."


    ……


    Mountain city.


    One is located in the riverside villa area.


    Guo Zhuangzhuang stands on the roof terrace of a villa.


    A few meters away, a woman dressed in a simple Han suit and holding a brush in her hand was concentrating on writing. Her hair was combed in a bun and simply blew in her ear. She was like a woman coming out of a painting. She stood in front of a mahogany desk and wrote running script attentively.


    Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled and said, "Dongmei, I just posted an ancient word work you wrote last year on the Internet. Let Professor Wang comment. He hasn''t spoken for a while. Maybe he was shocked by your work."


    Xiao Dongmei didn''t speak. She kept writing a word and put down her brush. Then she whispered, "who are you fooling with my works?"


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


    Guo Zhuangzhuang said with a smile, "I''m not fooling people. Professor Wang is really talented and powerful!"


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


    Guo Zhuangzhuang: "good. I''m a stranger in a foreign land alone. I miss my relatives every festival. I know that there is one less person inserted in dogwood when my brother climbs up. It''s a good 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 contemporary people who are still alive, if you only look at the work, I believe who wrote it in ancient times. My drunken flower Yin is not enough to compare with this poem."


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


    Guo Zhuangzhuang said with a smile, "yes, you are not good at ancient poetry, you are good at modern poetry! I know, you have published two collections of modern poetry! However, Wang Qian is also good at modern poetry. Don''t you want to see his modern poetry?"


    Xiao Dongmei recalled several modern poems Guo Zhuangzhuang showed her in her mind and said softly, "yes. They are all excellent works, a little better than my representative works."


    Guo Zhuangzhuang: "Dongmei, don''t belittle yourself. Your works are no worse or even better than his. If you lose this ancient poem, you can win it back in modern poetry! I think you can!"


    Xiao Dongmei smiled faintly: "so, you took me as a gun?"


    Guo Zhuangzhuang: "no, you said before. There are good works. I''ll show you..."


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


    Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled awkwardly: "Dongmei..."


    Xiao Dongmei: "let''s go. Don''t wait for me to get angry."


    Guo Zhuangzhuang shrunk his neck. More than 40 people were scared and looked a little scared: "well, I''m not right. Then I''ll leave and see you next time."


    With that, Guo Zhuangzhuang turned and was ready to go.


    However, he brushed his mobile phone and saw that Wang Qian replied. His eyes lit up and immediately said, "wait, Dongmei, he returned a work!"