506. The bright moon rises over the sea, and we are at this moment across the world! Amazing time and space!
Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, and Wang Hongyi quickly cleaned everything on the table and put a layer of fresh toilet paper on it to prevent the piece of paper in Yu Hong's hand from being placed on the table.
Contaminated by water stains on the table or something like that.
Then, Yu Hong gently spread the paper in his hand on the table. Wang Hongyi, Wen Yixiao and others all held their breath, stood up and stared at the slowly spread white paper with wide eyes.
People on several tables around also stood up and stretched their necks to take a look!
Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming, Zheng Wenzhong, Zhang Guobin, and Zhang Yiheng all walked over directly and stood behind Wang Hongyi and others, staring at the piece of paper on the table.
Looking at the elegant and unique calligraphy fonts, the eyes of several calligraphy masters present flashed with a hint of amazement.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine! I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the towers and jade buildings will be too cold up there. I will dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."
"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away...
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Wang Hongyi gently read out the words above, and the people around her were quiet, as if every word was engraved into their hearts.
The table was already crowded with people, and they didn't even watch the third performance of Pan Yao and her dance troupe on the stage. They all put their feet up and wanted to take a closer look at the original work.
They knew that after today, it would be difficult for them to see the authenticity of this work up close.
"It's so well written! I almost want to cry when I listen to it."
"May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. I want to cry when I listen to it. What a talent it takes to write these words. Throughout the ages, all the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics that have been handed down are definitely topped by this water-melody song.
, there is no dispute about this.”
"This is another one of Wang Cheng's works that consecrate gods. I dare say that even in another 10,000 years, as long as mankind does not become extinct, this work will definitely still be circulated."
"Wang Cheng's original calligraphy fonts are also very elegant. They look very thin, but they feel very upright and elegant, integrating many styles!"
"When I get home, I will try to imitate this font."
“Isn’t this calligraphy font called yet?”
"Indeed, not yet. Wang Cheng didn't say it, so let's call it Wang's calligraphy font."
"Too hasty..."
"This work is of great value. If it can be collected, it will definitely become a family heirloom."
…
After taking one look at it, many people in the entertainment and literary circles around him whispered in amazement.
Wang Xueming, Zheng Wenzhong and many other rich people couldn't help but keep looking at Wang Cheng who was sitting there, and they all wanted to buy this work back at a high price and keep it in their collection.
However, they knew that raising prices in public now would have no consequences other than making Wang Cheng unhappy.
It is impossible for Wang Cheng to sell his works.
According to Wang Cheng's behavior, if he didn't want it, he would have given it away long ago and would not keep it. Once he kept it, it would never leave his hands again.
They wonder at night why Wang Cheng is so persistent in his works at such a young age and does not appear on the market at all.
Therefore, many super-rich people resist the urge to ask for a price, looking at this work longingly, and keep staring at it, wanting to imprint it more deeply in their minds, so that they will not miss it too much after they leave.
Dozens of people gathered in a circle and watched for more than ten minutes. Even after Pan Yao finished her performance on the stage, they were still unwilling to leave.
Wang Jianbin took two steps forward and came to Wang Cheng, and said softly: "Wang Cheng, can the work I wrote today be included in the national touring exhibition? I think such a work can definitely attract everyone to watch it, thus increasing the number of people who visit it."
cultural confidence.”
Wang Jianbin wanted to make sure that he could rent the Song of Everlasting Regret written by Wang Cheng today and the water-melody song that made him even more amazing for a nationwide touring exhibition.
If he can rent it, he will live in the exhibition hall and guard these works every day. He will look at them every day for a year until he has enough.
Zhang Guobin's eyes also lit up and he said: "Yes, Wang Cheng! This time, we have given full support to our activities. Central cities in various places have begun to cooperate with us and will arrange enough exhibition venues for us in the bustling areas of the city center.
We hope to get as many good works as possible for exhibition!”
Wang Cheng glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly and said, "Well, come to my house to get it then."
Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, and Wang Xueming all smiled brightly instantly. They couldn't wait for the show to end immediately, and then they went with Wang Cheng to his home in Shanghai to pack up all Wang Cheng's works.
As for the rental fee, which is hundreds of millions a year, Wang Xueming doesn't care at all.
If Wang Cheng is willing, he can immediately sign a ten-year lease contract and pay Wang Cheng a one-time rent of 10 billion!
The host's voice came over: "Wow, look, many masters are gathered around Wang Cheng to watch Wang Cheng's water tune song. I want to go over and have a look again. I hope we can live forever and share the beauty of the moon together thousands of miles apart.
, it’s still echoing in my mind. Well, Pan Yao’s dance performance just now is over.”
At this time, Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming, Zhang Guobin and others woke up. The show was still live, and the camera turned around, and they quickly walked back to their seats and sat down.
Yu Hong also carefully put away the head of Wang Cheng's water tune song and returned it to Wang Cheng with both hands: "Wang Cheng, thank you!"
Wang Cheng hummed, without saying anything else, he casually took it and placed it next to the Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Chang'e. The eyes of everyone around him were wide-eyed.
Everyone wants to get any one of them.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the stage, the host said loudly: "Everyone, is there any talented and beautiful woman who can come on stage to write a piece of work? It is still based on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Forehead……
There was silence.
Especially where many people from the literary world gathered, they didn't even dare to make a sound.
If it is said that many of them came prepared beforehand, imagining that Wang Cheng would not perform well today so that they could stand up and defeat Wang Cheng to pick the fruit.
So now, their minds are filled with the words and phrases in the Shui Tiao song. Every sentence in it can crush the work they have been imagining for a long time, and together they can crush all the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics in history!
At this moment, they were not afraid of controversy, and they all dared to say publicly that this water melody song was the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem of all time!
because……
Many other Mid-Autumn Festival poems that have been passed down to this day and are required to be recited in full in textbooks are obviously a level lower than Wang Cheng's water-melody song.
so!
How can they dare to go on stage and write Mid-Autumn Festival works at this time?
In front of the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem of all time, do you want to do whatever you want?
None of them wanted to go up and throw this person away.
so!
The scene became quiet again.
The host looked at Wang Cheng again and asked with a smile: "Mr. Wang Cheng, do you have any inspiration for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Everyone looked at Wang Cheng again...
Many people in the entertainment industry can't stand it anymore.
Li Youhua from behind said softly: "The program team caught Wang Cheng trying to pluck the wool by himself!"
The person next to him shook his head and said: "There is no way. Once these two works, Song of Everlasting Regret and Shui Tiao Ge Tou, come out, who will dare to go up? The scene cannot be left in silence, and we can only count on Wang Cheng."
Several people around him cried and laughed, but at the same time they also looked at Wang Cheng with admiration and envy.
Who wouldn't want to be taken so seriously?
Most of them are usually mainstays and finalists in other programs, but today, they can only be spectators and spectators, and have no qualifications to go on stage to participate.
Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin and others all looked at Wang Cheng with blushes!
Wang Cheng thought for a moment, nodded, stood up and walked onto the stage.
Everyone's eyes are full of surprises...
I was shocked that Wang Cheng still had the inspiration to write two eternal masterpieces, Song of Everlasting Regret and Water Melody Song. Even a great writer would have to sit for a while after writing one of these to rest and accumulate ideas and inspiration.
But Wang Cheng only agreed to go on stage to write a work after only ten minutes?
Wang Jianbin said softly: "Among the literary giants throughout the ages, Wang Cheng is undoubtedly the first!"
At this time, Wang Jianbin finally couldn't help but say what was deep in his heart, and he also had the highest praise for Wang Cheng, directly placing Wang Cheng as the first person in the literary world through the ages!
All great writers throughout the ages were placed behind Wang Cheng.
Wang Jianbin also had this idea before. The works that Wang Cheng has published before, such as The Case of Sapphire, The Journey of a Chivalrous Man, The Inscription of a Cute House, The Red River, Night Mooring at Maple Bridge, Slow Sound, A Cut of Plum Blossoms, The Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, etc., are all enough to be handed down to the world.
An eternal masterpiece, its quality has definitely surpassed those of the greatest writers of all time!
However, Wang Cheng was still too young after all, so Wang Jianbin suppressed his thoughts in his heart.
But today, Wang Cheng's epic narrative poem "Song of Everlasting Regret", which is an eternal masterpiece, proves that Wang Cheng's attainments in ancient poetry are enough to surpass any great literary giant in the peak period of the Tang Dynasty, and then another water-melody song directly overwhelms all the poems throughout the ages.
The Mid-Autumn Festival poem has directly become the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem throughout the ages.
These two works directly shattered all the doubts in Wang Jianbin's heart.
And now, Wang Cheng actually wants to go up and write...
What an age of nineteen!
There is no such thing as being born into a famous family and having profound background and qualifications.
No problem at all!
As long as you are strong enough, no problem is a problem.
After hearing Wang Jianbin's words, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng and many other literary figures around him were unable to refute for a while.
Even though they are usually very good at talking, and they can speak all kinds of words that have never been the best since ancient times, but now they are speechless!
because……
The gap is too big.
Because, Wang Cheng's works are really shocking.
Many people who had previously intended to target Wang Cheng were subdued, and they all recognized Wang Cheng.
Only when you witness it with your own eyes can you know how shocking the truth is.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Cheng slowly walked onto the stage step by step.
The host and Pan Yao immediately shook hands with Wang Cheng one by one, and Wang Cheng also shook hands with the two of them, and they both shook hands immediately, and then said calmly: "This is the last piece of work today!"
The host and everyone in the program team were slightly shocked, knowing that Wang Cheng was telling them that they should write another piece and don't call him again!
He has finished his work.
Qin Shangran smiled bitterly: "It is indeed a bit difficult for Wang Cheng today. Wang Cheng is indeed dedicated to his work. If it were other people with such ability, they would probably not bother to pay attention to us, and we would still agree with a smile."
The director of the program team also nodded and said: "Indeed, it is really rare to stand at Wang Cheng's level and be so dedicated to his work!"
Next to him, Zhang Huizhong, Li Guang, Wu Tong and other people who had worked with Wang Cheng also nodded, and they all recognized Wang Cheng's dedication.
On the stage, the host also said: "Then what kind of work will Mr. Wang Cheng bring us?"
Pan Yao had already stood in front of the desk and started to polish her ink. This time she was still wearing a white palace dress, looking innocent and charming, with her big eyes staring straight at Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng still didn't speak, he just walked to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and started writing!
Look at the moon and embrace the distance!
After writing the four words, many people in the literary world and those who knew calligraphy felt a little bit regretful and disappointed, because the calligraphy font Wang Cheng wrote this time was not the original calligraphy he just wrote for Shui Diao Ge Tou, but the calligraphy they were familiar with, which was comparable to Wang Youjun
Although the cursive calligraphy is also elegant and unrestrained, it does not have a unique flavor.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Jianbin, Wang Xueming and others thought for a while, then smiled bitterly and shook their heads, knowing that they were thinking too much and were fed up with Wang Cheng's calligraphy works.
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They were even a little disgusted by Wang Youjun's running calligraphy and unprecedented cursive calligraphy!
However, everyone then focused their attention on Wang Cheng's works.
Seeing the four words "Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan", everyone knew that this was not a song poem, but an ancient poem.
Because, "Wang Yue Huai Yuan" is obviously not the name of a word brand.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Cheng's brush moved quickly.
One by one, the world's best cursive calligraphy fonts that they are used to seeing appear on the white paper.
"The bright moon shines on the sea, and we share this moment with the ends of the world!"
"Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night."
"Extinguish the candle and be filled with pity and light. Put on your clothes and feel the dew."
"I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep."
Finished writing.
The whole place was silent.
Many literary figures in the audience were shocked!
After just reading the first sentence, all of them were a little blank.
The bright moon rises on the sea, and we share this moment with the world!
This artistic conception, this sense of picture!
It surpasses the many Mid-Autumn Festival Tang poems that have been passed down through the ages in their minds!
It is similar to the last sentence in Wang Cheng's Shui Tiao song, "May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
All people in the literary world would like to ask - is Wang Cheng's inspiration really inexhaustible?
I just finished writing Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Song of Water Melody, and here comes another line that astounds time and space: The bright moon rises above the sea, and we share this moment with the ends of the world!
It seems like all of them are really idiots!
It also directly proves what the host just said - the contemporary literary world needs Wang Cheng to save it!
It's a truth!
In other words, the current Chinese literary world is the literary world of Wang Cheng alone.
The most respected elders in the contemporary literary world all stood up and clapped their hands vigorously with blushing faces, conveying their affirmation through applause.
Then……
Everyone around them applauded.
Warm applause once again swept through the entire Chang'an Evernight City.