Los Angeles.
A top music studio, lounge.
Adam, Eric and Winston all sat in the lounge and watched the picture on the TV screen together.
More than half an hour ago, the three sat together and watched this temporary tracking report program for Wang Qian. Up to now, they have not changed channels.
They must admit it.
This program is really attractive.
Even if they don''t want to increase the ratings for Wang Qian, they don''t want to leave after watching it. They really want to know what will happen later!
I really want to know
Will Wang Qian be embarrassed by thousands of music artists and classical music lovers present and leave?
They really want to know
Will Wang Qian fulfill his bet with Diana and leave North America directly?
This is their purpose and idea of watching TV at the beginning.
Because.
All three of them instinctively thought that it was impossible for Wang Qian to withdraw from the open exchange class of Curtis college.
After all, Wang Qian is almost against the whole field of European and American classical music there. A large number of classical music artists will try to embarrass Wang Qian
Most of the European and American music artists at the scene did not want the young man from China to succeed in their territory.
Perhaps no one in the whole world can satisfy all the music artists.
It''s just that none of Adam thought of it.
From the beginning, Wang Qian responded to the challenges of two musicians from Manhattan Conservatory of music with absolute strength, and completely impressed the two musicians with his strong performance and creative ability.
And now.
They looked at the English words that Wang Qian was writing on the blackboard on the TV screen, and were stunned.
Agent Eric murmured, "Walter, is this guy really writing poetry?"
Winston also stared at the TV picture and whispered, "maybe, yes..."
Eric: can he? Does he understand
No one answered him.
Adam feels numb!
He found that the gap between himself and Wang Qian may be greater than expected.
Just
Is Wang Qian really a singer?
……
Maybe.
This is a question that many live and TV viewers want to shout out.
Is this man really a singer?
Several major social platforms in Europe and the United States have also become lively, and many discussions have been put forward for Wang Qian.
However, more people remained silent, staring at the words written by Wang Qian on the blackboard on the TV screen.
Whenyouareold
Whenyouareoldandgreyandfullofsleep，
Andnoddingbythefire，takedownthisbook，
Andslowlyread，anddreamofthesoftlook；
Youeyesandonce，andoftheirshadowsdeep，
Howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace，
Andlovedyoubeautywithlovefalseortrue，
Butonemanlovethepilgrimsoulinyou，
Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;
Andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars，
Murmur，alittlesadly，howlovefled，
Andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead，
Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars.
……
The scene became silent.
No one spoke.
Only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing chalk on the blackboard.
Everyone stared at the letters, words and a whole poem on the blackboard!
in limine.
We are still looking at the words with a sense of humor and a sense of finding fault.
After all, are you a person who grew up in China and didn''t study English major to write an English poem, or in front of so many artists?
In terms of Chinese idioms, this is a typical teacher who will be taught to be a man by the artists present!
Ma Rui even felt that Wang Qian was worried. He lost his mind because of anger and forced him to write a poem. This was to bring his own handle to him.
He just needs to find out the flaws and defects in the things written by Wang Qian and criticize them, and he can end up victoriously.
Many media that have a good relationship with him will even specially edit this picture of his criticism of Wang Qian''s works, so as to ignore all his embarrassment in front of him.
But
Ma Rui stared at the words written by Wang Qian, but his heart became more and more heavy and shocking.
Because.
Just write the first sentence.
Marui found that this level is much higher than him. It''s not a level at all.
The poem he just wrote is still on the blackboard, next to Wang Qian, with a sharp contrast.
A comparison
Ma Rui found that his work is really like what Wang Qian said. It''s a disaster. It''s not even too much to say it''s a piece of shit.
Read what Wang Qian wrote, and then look at what he wrote
Mary felt that every word she wrote seemed so ugly.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Without comparison.
Ma Rui can feel good about himself, force his mouth, hypnotize himself, and say that his work is a good work that you won''t appreciate!
However, Mary now finds that she can''t say that again.
Because no one will believe it. He doesn''t believe it himself.
Looking at more and more words written by Wang Qian, his heart was more and more shocked, and then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. Standing behind Wang Qian, he looked dull.
All the audience saw the clear picture from Wang Qian''s poems.
A warm and plain picture unfolded slowly in their eyes and spoke vividly.
However, in the plain and warm, it reveals the love from the depths of the soul!
In particular, some old artists sitting in the front row have the most profound feelings about this and almost understand the soul connotation of this poem.
Because this is almost the life of most of them now.
White hair, still accompanied by shape and shadow, love your soul.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and others were silent and didn''t speak any more. They just stared at Wang Qian''s hand and the words!
Until
Wang Qian finished writing, wrote down the last word, gently put down the remaining chalk, then gently turned around, faced the audience and said softly, "this is probably love."
The voice was gentle and spread throughout the audience, but it spread into everyone''s heart.
This is probably love
It doesn''t seem so sure.
However, everyone can see the most sincere and pure love from this poem.
The whole audience was still silent and was not awakened by Wang Qian''s voice.
Everyone was silent for more than a minute, staring at the poem on the blackboard.
From the beginning to the end, everyone has read it at least twice. The more they meditate, the more they feel in their hearts, and the more they can understand the deep-seated love of their soul, and then the whole person seems to tremble for it.
Plain and light is true.
Even, many emotional artists shed tears.
The TV lens accurately captured the obvious tears on the faces of several old people and several women, but they didn''t seem to notice it. They let the tears flow on their faces and still stared at the words on the blackboard. Their tears were hazy, but they were still intoxicated.
Diana was awakened by the shock of the mobile phone news, quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with extremely complex eyes.
Diana looked at her cell phone. It was a message from the director group that asked her to command the camera to capture more people''s expressions.
Diana looked quickly and found that Christine sitting in the middle was also gently wiping the tears. She quickly asked the cameraman to turn and shoot it. All the audience saw Christine''s tears.
Look again.
Sophie and Taylor, two famous talented girls, are also gently wiping their tears and looking at the podium. They don''t know what they are looking at.
Wow
Suddenly, a sudden cry surprised Diana and everyone in the audience. Almost everyone was completely awakened and looked at the direction of the cry.
It was found that an old artist sitting in the second row was crying with his head in his arms.
It was a thin old man with white hair in formal clothes. He was crying with his head in his arms. He kept sobbing and vaguely shouted, "God, please give me back my Susan... Sobbing... My dear Susan..."
The camera quickly aimed at the old artist.
Diana didn''t know who the other person was, but she quickly heard the answer from the crowd.
"That''s Professor David of Eastman college. His wife Susan graduated from Eastman college with him and stayed in school to teach. They lived together for 40 years and were inseparable almost every day. Every student of Eastman knew they loved each other very much, but Professor Susan died of cancer five years ago."
Someone said sadly, "Professor David applied to the school for resignation because he was sad and seriously ill, but the college didn''t agree and let him take a long holiday. Unexpectedly, Professor David hasn''t come out after five years."
Another person said: "this poem is so well written that it perfectly explains what real love is. Plain life is the true meaning of love. It reminds Professor David that his wife is also normal. Now I want to go home and hug my wife and let him know that I love her."
"Poor Professor David, I wish he could make it."
"I almost cried after reading this poem. God, this poem is so moving."
"I can''t believe that this poem was written by a Chinese or a singer."
"This is the most touching love poem I''ve ever seen. It''s simple and simple, but it goes straight to the soul."
There were whispers of discussion.
Diana also thought of her grandfather, who had been depressed for many years because of her grandmother''s death. Then she chose to retire, handed over the family business to her father and went to farm by herself.
Looking at Wang Qian standing there as quiet as water, Diana only felt as if there were a halo blooming from Wang Qian.
What is a real artist like?
Diana had no idea before.
But.
Now she has a specific concept, even a clear image.
It''s the young looking figure standing on the podium.
This is probably an artist.
Pop pop
Applause burst out.
From Max in the front row and Malone.
Several of the world''s top old artists directly stood up first and clapped hard. There were a little tears on their wrinkled faces, but their palms clapped hard, clapped hard, clapped hard, as if they wanted to use all their strength.
next.
Applause spread throughout the audience.
Everyone quickly stood up and applauded hard.
The applause was louder than ever.
The wailing Professor David also forcibly stopped his crying, stood up, let the tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.
Mars, Elton and other alumni of Manhattan College also stood up and applauded hard.
Christine also stood up with a longing smile, covered up the tears on her face and applauded hard, but her eyes were still full of tears that would burst at any time. She looked vaguely at the figure on the podium and recited the poem in her heart.
The love in this poem is what she dreams of.
That''s why she hasn''t been in love for so many years.
Because her feelings are very simple and pure, just as it is written in this poem.
She doesn''t like to be magnificent, show her love, and let the world know
Unfortunately, this is a super fast-paced era. People are very impetuous. It is almost impossible to find such a love life.
Therefore, she would rather be alone all the time, live a peaceful life with her grandfather on the farm, rather than take risks.
But.
At the moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the desire in her heart.
Christine just thinks that Wang Qian may know her best in the world.
Tears could not help dripping down again.
Christine quickly laughed again, didn''t wipe her tears, and let them flow down.
Because she didn''t want to interrupt her applause.
Most of the Chinese delegation were in a state of ignorance.
Many of them can''t understand the words written by Wang Qian.
Only a few people can understand.
As long as people understand the words, they can feel the love that goes deep into the soul.
In addition, they have just heard Wang Qian say that this poem was sung by Wang Qian in China when you are old.
Therefore, with the contrast, after understanding the words and then connecting with the lyrics, we can quickly understand the things expressed in them.
He Chaohui also understood it. He stood up, applauded vigorously and said with admiration: "this poem is well written. I didn''t expect that Wang Qian had such high attainments in English poetry."
Peng Donghu didn''t understand, but said along: "yes, you see, these foreigners are crazy! Many people are crying, and I want to cry now."
Qin Xuehong also gently wiped the corners of her eyes. She really understood the poem and said softly, "it''s really touching. This is the love that many people look forward to!"
Qin Xuerong also kept wiping his eyes with paper towels. His face was full of happiness with a bright smile. He said in his heart, "I have got it. We will grow old forever!"
Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke and Xiao Dongmei all applauded hard. Their eyes were filled with tears, but they insisted that they didn''t fall down. Their eyes didn''t want to leave the figure on the podium. It seemed that if they blinked, the figure would disappear and they would lose him. Therefore, they were reluctant to blink!
However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo are crying!
Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn''t covered her mouth, she might have cried.
Thinking that she had formed a family with Wang Qian, she took the initiative to divorce under the guidance of her agent
Original!
She''s got it.
Original!
She can get all this.
Originally
Li Qingyao almost collapsed. If it weren''t for Yu Jingruo, she might not be able to stand up. Her heart is full of sadness and regret.
However, Yu Jingruo himself was also hazy with tears, and there were obvious tears on his face. She felt that if she had taken the initiative to pursue Wang Qian like Li Qingyao, she might have married Wang Qian, so she would not leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation is, she will insist on going with Wang Qian!
Unfortunately
Unfortunately
It''s all over.
Taylor and Sophie are extremely emotional.
Both of them were attracted by Wang Qian''s amazing talent and wanted to rob Wang Qian from Qin Xuerong.
Even, they have taken action
Of course, the love written by Wang Qian at the moment is also what they look forward to.
But they don''t know what will happen in the future.
So, they cried a little confused.
Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie don''t know whether they can catch the man in this shining world.
But
They all know that no matter what happens, they won''t let go.
On social media in Europe and America, there is also an explosion at the moment.
The whole network is several times more lively than just now. Many people are crazy speaking and much more active than usual. The center of the topic is Wang Qian and this poem.
"I''m clapping, too. This poem is so beautiful."
"This is a love poem. The poem just now was really a disaster. I was stunned."
"Who can tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn''t he a singer? Isn''t he an actor? Isn''t he Chinese?"
"I must admit that Ma Rui''s poem is indeed a disaster. Wang Qian is right at all, because he wrote a really moving poem."
"Now I just want to know, can he continue to write? I also want to see him write poetry. I don''t want to see him play music. I like this poem too much."
"God, many people cried at the scene."
……
applause!
Never stopped.
Even, a minute.
Two minutes!
Three minutes passed.
Thousands of people at the scene were still standing and applauding.
Although it was not so enthusiastic at the beginning, everyone was still clapping wholeheartedly.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and other old artists were not tired. They all stood for a few minutes and clapped and looked at Wang Qian with great appreciation.
Wang Qian stood there, faced everyone and accepted everyone''s applause. After watching for so long, he stretched out his hands and made a downward movement towards everyone, indicating that everyone could stop.
Applause, that''s enough.
At this time, the applause gradually stopped.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David and other old artists stopped and sat down slowly.
The others gradually stopped applause and all sat down.
Wang Qian looked calm and said softly, "thank you for your applause."
At this time, many people began to clean up the tears on their faces and their emotions, especially some perceptual women, whose makeup was crying, and some who cared about the image began to lower their heads and replenish their makeup.
However, everyone''s eyes gradually focused on the figure standing next to Wang Qian.
A writer from New York, Mary.
Mary has been in a dull state. I don''t know whether she is really intoxicated in this poem or deliberately, so as to avoid embarrassment.
Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui, smiled and asked, "Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? Compared with your work?"
Ma Rui''s body moved rigidly. His face was also stiff and expressionless. He turned to Wang Qian and looked at many different eyes on the scene. He knew he couldn''t hide. He squeezed out a smile more ugly than crying on his face and said to Wang Qian: "I think Mr. Wang''s poem is a very rare love poem. It''s really excellent and good. I can''t find any shortcomings. It''s much better than my poem. I admire your talent."
In front of so many people.
Ma Rui confessed and began to publicly praise foreign Wang Qian''s poem, acknowledging Wang Qian''s amazing talent.
Deliberately find fault?
Forced devaluation?
He dare not!
After all.
There are so many great artists on the scene, including many writers and authors who are more famous and qualified than him, as well as many literary critics and literary lovers, who are deeply moved by the poem. Many people cry for it, which means that everyone recognizes the poem.
If he publicly belittles this poem at this time, isn''t he against everyone at the scene? Isn''t he openly saying that you people are not as good as yourself?
Mary doesn''t dare offend so many people.
He dared to offend Wang Qian, but he dared not offend most of the people present.
Therefore, he knows that his only choice now is to admit defeat.
This is the only option.
Otherwise, if he forcibly belittles the poem.
Maybe he will be excluded from the New York cultural circle.
Even, it may be publicly resisted by many European and American audiences watching live TV.
He can''t bear the consequences.
Many people at the scene laughed when they heard Ma Rui''s words, agreed with them and felt funny about Ma Rui''s situation at the moment.
Wang Qian said softly, "thank you, Mr. Marui."
Ma Rui put down his pride and said solemnly to Wang Qian, "no, I want to thank you, Mr. Wang Qian. You taught me a lesson today. After I go back, I will close the door of my room and study my works at home. I hope I will have a chance to ask you for poetry next time."
Wang Qian: "I also hope to have another chance to meet."
Ma Rui bowed gently to Wang Qian, and then bowed gently to all the audience, ready to step down.
However, he just took two steps, suddenly turned back and looked at Wang Qian again and asked, "Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you still have such works?"
Wang Qian was thinking about the next music class. Hearing Ma Rui''s words, he asked softly, "what work?"
Mary asked seriously, "it''s such a wonderful and touching poem!"
Almost everyone in the audience looked forward to Wang Qian.
Artists, as well as art lovers, do not like poetry.
Just now, when you are old, you have hooked up everyone''s interest in poetry, and they are eager to see the same wonderful and moving poetry again.
Because they haven''t seen such touching and simple sincere poetry for a long time.
Like China, in the impetuous era, there have been no good literary works in European and American literary circles for a long time, but there are more and more popular works that sell well.
Therefore, they need to look for such poems from the classics decades and hundreds of years ago.
Wang Qian smiled and replied, "I don''t know."
Mary wondered, "why don''t you know?"
Wang Qian said softly, "because it depends on mood and state. Poetry, like music, is essentially an expression of emotion. Therefore, you should understand."
Marley suddenly realized that he still didn''t understand in his heart. Then he turned and left quickly.
He even wanted to get out of here and leave Curtis.
However, he knows he can''t go now. It''s even more embarrassing to go, and everyone will say worse afterwards.
Now, it''s not so bad. If you stay and leave in the end, you can be decent. Many people will say that you have persistence and demeanor
Of course, there are cheeky.
Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and sat down. Then he said to everyone, "poetry, like music, is a hobby of mine. This poem just now is some expression of my emotions at some time. Thank you for your recognition and love. Well, let''s get back to business. Now let''s continue to return to the topic and talk about music..."
Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score of the song Luoshen by the water he had just played.
But!
Professor Dawson immediately took the stage and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, don''t wipe it. We''ll change you a blackboard."
Wang Qian was stunned, then nodded: "yes."
Professor Dawson immediately sent someone to dismantle the old blackboard written by Wang Qian and replace it with a new one.
As for what was written by Ma Rui on the other side, it was completely ignored. The staff of the college quickly wiped it clean to make the blackboard layout clean and convenient for Wang Qian''s next writing.
Many people at the scene were in a complicated mood.
Many people looked strangely at Mary again.
Ma Rui was also uncomfortable. He felt as if his eyes were stabbing himself with a knife, which made him uncomfortable everywhere. He wanted to escape here immediately, but he calmed down and smiled back at the people looking at him.
Looking at his work that was wiped off, Mary just wanted to go back and burn the poem.
Professor Dawson and several old artists from Curtis college all smiled apologetically at Wang Qian and apologized for delaying Wang Qian''s lecture.
Wang Qian smiled and continued, "OK, let''s continue talking about the song just now!"
But
His voice hasn''t dropped yet.
Hundreds of thousands of hands were raised again at the scene.
This time!
Many old artists in the front row also put down their modesty and pride and raised their hands one after another, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.
A song!
A poem.
And the performance realm beyond our predecessors.
All the artists on the scene have fully recognized Wang Qian''s talent and artistic heritage.
Raise your hand this time.
Almost everyone didn''t come to find fault, but really held the heart of asking for advice and exchanged ideas with Wang Qian.
Even Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Taylor, Sophie, he Chaohui, Peng Donghu, Yang Jiansen and other people from several colleges of the Chinese delegation raised their hands to interact with Wang Qian.
Wang Qian knows that this class will not follow his own ideas, but the ideas of some people present.
People keep asking questions and he will solve them!
Such a rhythm.
Wang Qian quickly adjusted his mind, looked at the people who raised their hands to the scene, saw many eager eyes, quickly moved his eyes, then pointed to an old artist in the front row and said, "Sir, come!"
This old artist is David, who was moved by Wang Qian''s poem just now. He is also an old professor from the world''s top classical music schools.
It''s just
The professor teaches violin.