Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian and said with a little expectation: "Oh? Professor Wang is preparing to splash ink? Some time ago, I heard it spread in the circle. Now there is a wonderful new person in the Chinese calligraphy circle. At a young age, he has created a calligraphy font, which is beautiful and unrestrained, and has condensed a master charm."
"Later I learned that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I specially studied Professor Wang''s thin gold font. It is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have also practiced for some time recently. Unfortunately, I am too old to do what I want."
"It''s a great blessing to see Professor Wang waving in person today."
Tao Zhishan smiled and said, "Professor Li is also the vice president of the capital Calligraphy Association."
All right.
Deputy head of the National Orchestra and vice president of the capital Calligraphy Association. What else?
If you can go to the Ministry to vote, it is estimated that there is any identity within the system
Wang Qian dared not ask anyway.
Otherwise, he knows too much.
Li Xiyan smiled awkwardly and said, "it''s just my idle 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. They are discussing your thin gold calligraphy font, and there are great differences of opinion. Professor Wang, your appearance has made the literary world, which was originally a backwater, active."
Li Xiyan is a leading figure in the capital''s cultural circle, so he is also qualified to say this.
Wang Qian''s several ancient poems, several modern poems, and thin gold calligraphy have made the literary world, which has been silent for more than ten or twenty years, very active. Almost everyone is discussing and arguing about things related to him.
Wang Qian had reacted and stared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue. They stood there quietly.
"Oh? Professor Li flattered me. I saw some comments. My calligraphy is very controversial. There are not many people who support me, but the number of people who belittle me is not clear."
Wang Qian said humbly, "I''m still young and far from the master."
Li Xiyan: "time will eventually prove something. Today I will personally see Professor Wang''s thin gold calligraphy and return to Beijing. I can also talk to friends of the Calligraphy Association."
Wang Qian stood up and said with a smile, "then I''ll make a fool of myself."
Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu and Murong Yue quickly cleaned up the dining table, covered it with a layer of solid wood board, and then took out Wang Qian''s pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put them one by one.
Qin Xuerong must have come to grind ink in person.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared Wang Qian''s paper and pen.
Everything is ready.
Wang Qian smiled and nodded to Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui, and then walked over.
Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui got up and followed. They stood at the table without talking and looked at it so seriously.
He Chaohui is the most casual, because she has no interest in calligraphy and doesn''t know anything about calligraphy. She is just a little curious and looking forward to whether Wang Qian''s calligraphy performance will be recognized by Li Xiyan.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both figures at the upper level in the capital cultural circle, and Li Xiyan is an older generation in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly affect some views of the capital cultural circle on Wang Qian.
Therefore, Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter and wanted Wang Qian to write calligraphy works in public.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are most serious.
Thin gold calligraphy is the most popular on the Internet these two days. They all pay attention to it.
Because Wang Qian''s activity of giving calligraphy on his microblog has attracted great attention. Even people who don''t usually surf the Internet hear people around him mention it.
Moreover, Wang Qian''s calligraphy also caused bidding competition among fans, and there was news that he sold more than two million super high prices.
This is simply an extremely high price that can not appear among the living calligraphy masters.
Therefore, both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan want to see it with their own eyes.
What is the level of Wang Qian''s calligraphy.
What is the beauty of thin gold calligraphy?
I see.
Wang Qian picked up his brush and didn''t write directly. Instead, he stood at the table and kept brewing the internal artistic conception of two divination operators chanting plum, as well as the charm of thin gold fonts.
If calligraphy font wants to have essence and spirit, calligraphy masters should sincerely concentrate their essence and spirit into it.
The so-called masters like that kind of gaudy, in addition to selling ugliness, have no calligraphy spirit, and the words they write are ugly. At most, they have only their shape.
Under the gaze of everyone present.
Wang Qian''s spirit gradually became natural and unrestrained, as if he were an expert in the world, and there was a cold loneliness on his body.
It''s like an expert in the world, and it''s like winter plum in full bloom in winter
Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy. In particular, Li Xiyan has practiced calligraphy for thirty or forty years. One foot has stepped on the master threshold, but he has not been able to step into this door.
Therefore, both of them are slightly shocked at the moment.
Because this is the realm they both pursue.
This is the realm of master calligraphy.
Li Xiyan has been thinking about it for more than ten years and has not really set foot in this realm.
Tao Zhishan is farther away. Although he can''t achieve it in his life, he still yearns for it.
Now
A young man in his thirties has an extremely strong spirit and spirit, which is integrated into calligraphy.
Li Xiyan''s eyes, which were somewhat turbid due to his old age, also burst into 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 carefully.
The brush in Wang Qian''s hand gently dipped in ink on the inkstone. The action was natural and freehand, as if he was holding a handful of floating dust to brush away the troubles in the world. Each stroke moved at will.
Then, Wang Qian looked focused, and the whole person was integrated with the brush.
When the brush falls on the white paper.
It seems that the brush is not moving.
But Wang Qian is moving.
Bu operator, Yong Mei.
Now.
Everyone has not 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 the breath of Wang Qian at this moment. They didn''t pay attention to the content. They just looked at Wang Qian and the words written by Wang Qian when he wrote, as if there were extremely beautiful things in it.
There is a broken bridge outside the post. It is lonely and has no owner.
It is already dusk, worrying alone, more wind and rain.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but any group of Fang is jealous.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrant as before.
Wang Qian wrote the first poem, chanting plum blossom.
Every word was poured out by him with his own spirit.
Therefore, every word is so natural and unrestrained as the wind, thin and beautiful, and each one is as proud and cold as an expert.
Finish.
Wang Qian took a rest.
Put the brush on the inkstone and move the joints and muscles of the whole body.
Although, just stand there and bend over to write.
However, Wang Qian felt as tired as he had been carrying bricks all night.
And the room is still very quiet.
No one spoke.
Li Xiyan lived on his crutch, and his whole spirit seemed very excited. His eyes were still staring at the thin gold characters written by Wang Qian.
Tao Zhishan was the same, with some shock in his eyes.
They have all seen the extreme praise of Wang Qian, such as LV Chunhu and Tang Hepeng, and evaluated Wang Qian as the first person in modern calligraphy.
Although they didn''t stand up like some people and spray LV Chunhu and others, they didn''t think so and felt that they exaggerated the truth.
But now, after seeing Wang Qian write a calligraphy with his own eyes.
Only then did they know that perhaps what LV Chunhu and others said was the real truth.
Wang Qian took a little rest for more than ten seconds. After adjusting his state, he picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink and quickly entered the state.
Continue to write the second song.
Bu operator, Yong Mei.
Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow greet spring.
It is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and it is still beautiful.
Qiao does not fight for spring, but only reports spring.
When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled in the bushes.
It''s still done at one go.
Wang Qian has thoroughly mastered the strength of master calligraphy.
Therefore, writing is becoming more and more skilled and easy.
However, the consumption is still a lot.
Finish.
Wang Qian''s forehead was covered with sweat.
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 on Wang Qian''s forehead. His eyes were full of worry and heartache. He wanted to say that Wang Qian had a rest and didn''t write.
But she knew it wasn''t over.
If only Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and he Chaohui were the audience, Qin Xuerong could immediately let Wang Qian rest after writing his first song, and wait an hour or two to write, or in a few days.
However, now there are two big men in the capital cultural circle, Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, and Qin Xuerong dare not make a decision without authorization.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from the shock.
However, Li Xiyan seemed more excited and his right hand trembled.
Because when he watched Wang Qian write, he seemed to understand something about the realm of master calligraphy.
If he goes back this time, he can digest and understand and integrate into his calligraphy.
I can''t say.
He realized one of his dreams by becoming a master calligrapher in his later years.
He is a Master Pianist and a conductor of the orchestra.
If you become a master calligrapher again.
Li Xiyan felt that he had no regrets in his life.
Even if he died immediately.
He felt that he had left with a smile.
Li Xiyan just wanted to clap gently.
Tao Zhishan just wanted to praise Wang Qian''s calligraphy.
But he saw that Wang Qian still stood there without moving after writing the second divination operator Yongmei.
Qin Xuerong picked up the white paper after writing calligraphy, put it on the other side to dry, and spread a layer of white paper again.
Everyone is full of doubts!
also?
Isn''t it said that there are only two works?
Qin Xuerong looked at several people and saw everyone''s doubts. He explained in a low voice: "these two plum chants were written by Wang Qian to Xiao Dongmei at that time. When he saw Xiao Dongmei, he was moved. There is another one..."
Everyone suddenly.
Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and he Chaohui were more jealous of Xiao Dongmei.
These two ancient poems are obviously excellent works, which are almost no worse than those written by other ancients they know.
Later, it will spread even if it can''t be said.
Then, the origin of these two works will also become a good story.
Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations.
In history, many people have become famous through the ages because they have been written by the works of great writers, and they are even more famous than some great figures who affect the trend of history.
This is an opportunity everyone dreams of.
For ordinary people, the opportunity to remain famous in history is an absolute once-in-a-lifetime.
Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a trace of envy, but then they disappeared. They were over that age.
Moreover, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing state at the moment, rested for a minute or so, and picked up the brush again.
Dip in ink!
Brush.
More smoothly and quickly than the previous two.
However, the thin gold font is more elegant.
The calligraphy as like as two peas and Wang Qian are almost identical, and the font is almost the same as Wang Qian''s.
This is the true top level of the legendary master calligrapher.
People are like words!
Words are like people!
Many people say that seeing words is like seeing people.
However, in fact, this is a realm that requires top calligraphers to integrate their spirit and life philosophy into the font.
How difficult is this?
Ordinary people practice calligraphy according to the calligraphy. How can they achieve the realm of writing like their own?
It''s just that most people judge a person''s preferences and personality from the neat degree of the font. They think that everyone who writes well is good, and everyone who doesn''t write well is bad. This is a very arbitrary and rough idea, and it''s not a real word like a person.
If you want to practice neat fonts, it only takes some time. People with a little patience can basically do it, but such words can not represent the spirit contained in them.
Wang Qian has really achieved that words are like people and people are like words.
People are natural and elegant.
Words are also natural and elegant.
Aloof.
Thin and beautiful.
Beautiful and hidden.
The more you look, the more beautiful you are.
Everyone dared not make a sound at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately reduced. Sheng was afraid to disturb Wang Qian, or the calligraphy fonts that seemed to be coming to life.
Both eyes stared at the thin gold font drilled out from under the brush.
Qingping tone.
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of looks, spring breeze blows the sill, and dew is thick.
If we hadn''t met at the head of Qun Yushan, we would meet at the foot of the moon at Yaotai.
Every stroke is free and natural, just like the water left on the mountain. The traces flowing through it are natural without any deliberate traces. It is a natural choice of nature.
Wang Qian''s font is also a manifestation of this kind at the moment. Each stroke seems to be a natural result without many artificial traces.
Finish.
Wang Qian put down his brush and the whole man was a little unstable.
As if the body had been hollowed out.
Qin Xuerong didn''t invest as much as others. He paid more attention to Wang Qian.
Therefore, when Wang Qian put down her brush, she immediately stepped forward and held Wang Qian''s arm with concern.
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue also woke up immediately and helped hold Wang Qian together. The three helped hold Wang Qian down on the sofa.
Qin Xuerong wiped Wang Qian''s sweat with a towel again.
Jiang Yu took the water cup and personally handed it to Wang Qian''s mouth. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. He was very careful and was afraid of hurting Wang Qian.
Murong Yue''s face was also distressed. He gently rubbed Wang Qian''s writing arm with both hands and muttered in a low voice: "if you''re tired, don''t try to be strong and continue to write. Write again next time."
The three seemed to have become Wang Qian''s girlfriend at this moment.
This made Wang Qian a little stunned.
What are these three doing?
Wang Qian instinctively drank the water handed over by Jiang Yu and looked at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu immediately woke up, immediately blushed and left with a water cup.
Murong Yue''s hand rubbing Wang Qian''s arm also stopped, coughed gently, got up and went to the table to enjoy Wang Qian''s three calligraphy with Li Xiyan.
Qin Xuerong glared at Wang Qian, then rubbed Wang Qian''s hair, gently pulled his ear, poured Wang Qian a glass of water again, stuffed it into Wang Qian''s hand and let him drink water himself.
At this time.
Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around and looked away from the calligraphy and looked at Wang Qian.
Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up and said with admiration: "I heard that Professor Wang was the first contemporary young calligrapher and the first calligraphy master to establish a school in recent hundreds of years. At that time, I scoffed. When I saw him today, I knew that I was narrow-minded."
"Professor Wang''s own thin gold calligraphy has opened my eyes. No wonder it can cause millions of people to rob. Every word is a rare masterpiece. People are like words and words are like people. I yearn for the natural charm."
"Very powerful."
Although Tao Zhishan didn''t practice calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, he occasionally practiced calligraphy in his spare time to cultivate his sentiment, so his calligraphy level was ok, but his knowledge level was very high. His family collected many works of modern calligraphy masters and one or two calligraphy works of antique level.
Therefore, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has a certain authority.
Li Xiyan bowed directly to Wang Qian.
Everyone present was surprised.
Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurried forward and reached out to hold Li Xiyan. They couldn''t bear the gift. They were afraid that Li Xiyan''s body couldn''t hold on. If there was an accident here, they would be guilty.
"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can''t stand it! Get up, you get up..."
Wang Qian said quickly.
Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui looked at Li Xiyan in shock and doubt, and then quickly came up to help Li Xiyan.
After all, Li Xiyan came with them. If something bad happens here, they will have no face to see the people in the circle when they go back, and it''s even harder to explain to their family.
Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian solemnly, stood up and said heavily, "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters waving on the spot in my life, but only you let me really feel what is artistic conception. It has benefited me a lot. Maybe there will be another calligraphy master in China after some time."
"And this is all thanks to the professor today. I, Li Xiyan, can go away with a smile even if I go to the coffin in the future. Thank you..."
Li Xiyan finally said a sincere thank you to Wang Qian, with excitement in his tone.
Only then did we understand why Li Xiyan''s mood suddenly became so excited.
So
Under the influence of Wang Qian''s artistic conception of calligraphy, Li Xiyan understood the realm of a calligraphy master.
Broke the barrier that has hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years!
Any calligrapher who really loves calligraphy will be excited and will be grateful to Wang Qian.
In ancient times, this was the grace of teaching.
The morning hears that death can be done in the evening.
Li Xiyan has this feeling at the moment.
Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui didn''t expect to bring Li Xiyan here this time. They couldn''t help smiling.
Wang Qian hurriedly said, "Professor Li, don''t say that. If you can understand the deeper realm of calligraphy, you must have accumulated enough, and I can help very little. Don''t do this, I can''t afford it."
Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian''s hand: "you are too modest, Professor Wang. Modesty is a rare quality, but sometimes it can also be a shackle."
Wang Qian smiled without saying anything.
Several people sat down again and exchanged greetings.
Then, I noticed the content of Wang Qian''s three works.
Li Xiyan said: "Professor Wang''s two poems on plum are rare masterpieces. I''ve seen Xiao Dongmei. These two works really fit her. Xiao Dongmei, a girl, must want to treasure these two works. This song is clear and flat. It''s beautifully written. I think that girl must be a fairy like figure?"
Qin Xuerong said softly, "her name is Yu Jingruo. She is also a graduate of Beiying film. She and Wang Qian are old classmates. She really looks like a fairy."
Li Xiyan''s eyes brightened: "Oh? It''s Jing Ruo? That''s true. This poem also fits her very well. The child has a cold temper since childhood. I didn''t expect to learn acting when he grew up. I saw her two years ago. It looks like a fairy from the distance. Unfortunately, he''s old and hasn''t got a family yet."
Wang Qian was slightly surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"
Li Xiyan nodded: "I''ve seen her several 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 did not say much.
Several people appreciated Wang Qian''s three calligraphies again.
One picture has more charm than the other.
This is also the result of Wang Qian''s continuous accumulation of energy and spirit. To the last pair of clear and flat tone, it is the peak.
However, this is also Wang Qian''s limit.
After writing qingpingdiao, I almost couldn''t stand stably. I couldn''t write another word.
Maybe he doesn''t want to write in the next few days.
Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui both looked at the three calligraphies. They were ready to move and stop talking. They both wanted to take any of the three calligraphies home for collection.
Tao Zhishan himself has the highest appreciation ability, and I also like calligraphy, so I like Wang Qian''s calligraphy works very much, and I am sure that Wang Qian''s calligraphy works will become a collection of high value in the future. Now I can enrich my collection by collecting one or two pairs.
He doesn''t want money. What he wants is the cultural heritage in his collection. In short, he can play Versailles in the circle in the future.
He Chaohui, watching Li Xiyan admire Wang Qian''s calligraphy so much, also wants to collect one and hang it at home in order to improve his family''s cultural heritage.
But neither of them can speak.
Because when they came to Wang Qian this time, they were asking for help.
Now I''m leaving, why do you take things?
That''s too thick skinned.
As for Li Xiyan, although he also wants Wang Qian''s three calligraphy, he will never speak.
Because he felt that under the influence of Wang Qian, he stepped out of the door, praised the door, and realized the realm of master calligraphy. It was a great harvest, and he owed Wang Qian a great favor in his heart.
And Wang Qian''s calligraphy?
Li Xiyan thought he needed an old face, so he directly extinguished his thoughts and just wanted to go back and have a good understanding and practice.
Moreover, he felt that he had a deep understanding of Wang Qian''s thin gold calligraphy.
After all, he is observing Wang Qian''s calligraphy of thin gold body and understanding the artistic conception of calligraphy. He is influenced by Wang Qian''s spirit of thin gold body. Therefore, after he really steps into the realm of master calligraphy in the future, he will naturally and slowly write Wang Qian''s calligraphy of thin gold body, because this is the spirit he understands.
Perhaps he will be the second master calligrapher in the field of thin gold calligraphy in the future.
Qin Xuerong didn''t seem to see the expressions of Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui. He carefully collected Wang Qian''s three calligraphy works and planned to find someone to frame them as his and Wang Qian''s collection.
At this time, Tao Zhishan and he Chaohui were slightly disappointed, but they also put aside their minds, drank a glass of water, talked for two more words, and took leave to Wang Qian.
They also made an appointment with the people of magic sound to talk about things. It''s getting late now. We must hurry there as soon as possible.
After the excitement just now, Li Xiyan was a little tired. He was helped downstairs by Wang Qian and Jiang Yu and sent to the car.
Wang Qian waved goodbye to the three.
Li Xiyan said to Wang Qian, "Professor Wang, next time you come to the capital, come to my house. I like your thin gold calligraphy very much. Next time I also ask you to give me some advice on my calligraphy."
Tao Zhishan also said: "today, I am an eye opener. Professor Wang''s position as the first person in the younger generation of calligraphy is well deserved."
He Chaohui was the lowest, just smiled, nodded to Wang Qian and said softly, "Professor Wang, I look forward to your next visit to CCTV. But I hope you can communicate with me in advance and I will arrange everything for you."
Wang Qian promised.
Anyway, he will go to the capital at that time, so promise to come down.
when there are too many debts , one stops worrying about them.
It doesn''t matter if there are too many lice.
Three people were sent away.
The four of Wang Qian are a little tired.
However, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu also left.
They don''t want to stay as light bulbs. Wang Qian''s house is not as big as the villa, and they don''t have enough space to avoid, so they simply leave and live in the original villa.
Qin Xuerong went to see them off in person.
Wang Qian went back to his house to have a rest.
Everyone is gone
Wang Qian lay alone on the sofa and felt unprecedented ease and freedom.
Everything goes with the wind.
I haven''t felt this for a long time.
Seems to be back when I was single.
Wang Qian closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep unconsciously.
Today, he is too tired.
Giving lectures and writing calligraphy works are extremely energy-consuming things.
I don''t know how long I slept.
Wang Qian felt someone touching his face and slowly opened his eyes.
I saw a familiar face in front of me.
Like Qin Xuerong
But... It''s not Xuerong!
More than Qin Xuerong, there is some precipitation of scholarly flavor and a trace of independent temperament of strong women.
Yes
Qin Xuehong?
Wang Qian immediately woke up.
He widened his eyes and saw clearly the figure sitting in front of him on the sofa, one hand gently rubbing his cheek.
It''s Qin Xuehong.
Qin Xuehong was wearing a gray windbreaker with a white shirt inside. His hair was tied at random on his head and turned into a simple ball head. He had a smile on his intellectually beautiful face. When he saw Wang Qian wake up, he smiled and said, "why, I''m surprised to see me?"
Wang Qian nodded: "when did sister Xuehong come? How did she get in?"
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian''s face without blinking: "I just came here and asked Xuerong for the key last time. I occasionally come to stay with you for a few days and look for inspiration in the small house."
Good guy, I don''t have inspiration for living in a big villa. Come to a small house with more than 100 square meters to find inspiration and experience the hardship of the common people?
However, the house is also millions, not counting the life of ordinary people
The literary performance of Versailles began unnaturally.
Wang Qian said.
Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian: "I know. Xuerong chased you, didn''t he?"
Wang Qian thought and nodded.
Qin Xuehong smiled and said with a little regret, "if I knew you first, I would chase you, and if I didn''t, I wouldn''t stop. This is very similar to Xuerong. Our sisters follow my father. We must succeed in whatever we want. We must find a way to get what we want."
"I really want you now. What should I do?"
Qin Xuerong''s eyes with a strong desire for possession stared at Wang Qian, and one hand still slipped gently on Wang Qian''s cheek.