Debut After Eight Years

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Things in the literary circle are rarely paid attention to by ordinary people.

Which author published what collection of poems.

Which writer wrote about humanistic feelings.

Which writer lectured at which school.

These……

Basically, there is not much attention from outsiders.

Who has the most works in the literary circle now?

Whose work has been awarded?

No ordinary people are paying attention!

Who are in the Writers Association of the province and city? Who is the chairman of the Writers Association?

What works have been written by members of the Writers Association?

Not many ordinary people know.

It seems that the literary circle and ordinary people have become two unrelated worlds.

Until, Wang Qian appeared.

The literary circle has never received so many people's attention.

Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo post of Xiao Dongmei's work quickly received tens of thousands of likes and comments, and the data has improved very quickly.

This is the kind of enthusiasm that Guo Zhuangzhuang has never had before, and the attention he has never felt before.

Before, his Weibo followers were only a few hundred thousand, which he managed in five years, and it is already relatively high in the circle of writers.

However, in just over an hour, the number of his followers has increased by tens of thousands, which is more than his usual increase in more than a month.

Many people on Weibo are following the interactive news of Wang Qian and Guo Zhuangzhuang on Weibo.

Therefore, Guo Zhuangzhuang can be regarded as a wave of heat.

Tang Hepeng and Bai Hua are now looking at Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo together in the office.

After reading this song, cut plums!

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Hepeng’s eyes: "This graceful poem is very good! It is one of the best ancient poems I have ever written, except for Professor Wang. Even if it is included in many ancient masterpieces, it is considered a good one. The above is an influential work. Guo Zhuangzhuang said his friend wrote it? Who is it?"

Bai Hua looked down and saw Xueman's Weibo, and hurriedly said: "It's Xiao Dongmei! Xiao Dongmei, a professor in the Chinese Department of Shancheng University, graduated from the Chinese Department of Beijing University with a doctorate ten years ago. I saw it once."

In Bai Hua's mind, there was a woman who was calm as water at all times. She was not amazing on the first day of the year, but she was absolutely impressive. The more she thought about it, the more beautiful she became.

Only Liu Shengnan and Xiao Dongmei were the only people of the opposite **** who could impress him so deeply.

Tang Hepeng's eyes also lit up in an instant: "Xiao Dongmei? Xue Zhenguo's student! It turned out to be her, this girl is a rare true pure literati. If it were her, it would not be surprising. With her knowledgeable attitude, she wrote this. The work is normal. That is, why is Guo Zhuangzhuang friends with her?"

Bai Hua asked: "What's the matter?"

Tang Hepeng smiled and said, "It's not that I look down on Guo Zhuangzhuang. I think Guo Zhuangzhuang is not worthy to be her friend."

Bai Hua froze for a moment, then thought, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed! Guo Zhuangzhuang is very selfish, likes speculation, and unscrupulous. Xiao Dongmei is pure and concentrates on learning, so she can write such works. If she settles for a few more years, it must be I am a contemporary writer! I have met many people of my age, and Xiao Dongmei’s talent ranks second."

Tang Hepeng asked: "Who is the first?"

Bai Hua smiled and said, "Of course it is Professor Wang! Second, Xiao Dongmei, and third, Liu Shengnan!"

Tang Hepeng thought for a while, but didn't comment on it.

The so-called text is not the first.

only……

These works released by Wang Qian during this period have made the term Wen Wu First become uncontroversial.

Because!

Among contemporary literati, there is really no one who can write ancient poetry works that can compete with them.

If they waited for other literary fields, then they would definitely dare to talk to Wang Qian.

But the field of poetry.

Everyone acquiesced to Tang Hepeng's evaluation of Wang Qian last time.

The first person in the field of contemporary ancient poetry.

Tang Hepeng took a closer look at Xiao Dongmei's work and sighed: "Unfortunately, Xiao Dongmei is a student of Old Xue. It would be nice if it were a student of Zhejiang University."

There is Xiao Dongmei, a student.

Tang Hepeng can imagine that in a few years or decades, Beijing University will definitely add another writer.

Xue Zhenguo's reputation will also rise.

Zhejiang University?

As far as Zhejiang University is concerned, there is no show yet.

Bai Hua whispered: "If Liu Shengnan doesn't engage in music, he may not lose to Xiao Dongmei."

Liu Shengnan?

Tang Hepeng frowned slightly, sighed regretfully, and shook his head silently.

At that time, Liu Shengnan decided to leave Zhejiang University to get a doctorate in music after graduating from graduate school. Tang Hepeng tried to persuade him several times to no avail, so he could only leave.

Tang Hepeng also believes that if Liu Shengnan can earnestly settle and study literature together, he will also have the opportunity to become a generation of writers in the future.

As if it is now one of the top queens in the pop music world, it has the same status and achievement.

Bai Hua thought for a while and whispered: "Professor Tang, you said, what if we leave Professor Wang at Zhejiang University? Isn't this ready?"

Tang Hepeng was taken aback, then his brows frowned slightly: "Lao Chen suggested it during Wang Qian's lecture last time, but Wang Qian refused, because Lao Chen asked for at least one class a semester, and Wang Qian said that he had no time to refuse. Later, at a meeting, Lao Chen proposed to give Wang Qian the honorary professor of Zhejiang University the same as Zhejiang Music, without restricting class time, and also giving professor-level treatment, but he was suppressed by school leaders."

"The school leaders believe that Wang Qian is still too young and has insufficient qualifications. If Zhejiang University does this, it will become a joke in the circle."

Bai Hua chuckled and said, "I'm too young again, huh, I have heard this word too many times."

Bai Hua wanted to join the Writers Association a few years ago, but was rejected by Fang Guoshu, saying that Bai Hua was still too young, so I will talk about it in a few years.

Bai Hua clicked on Wang Qian’s Weibo and looked forward to it: "Let’s see how Professor Wang returned to Xiao Dongmei’s cut plum. In fact, Professor Wang’s last song Drunken Flower Yin is enough to go beyond this one. However, I don’t think Professor Wang would use a single piece to respond to Xiao Dongmei’s two pieces."

Tang Hepeng also stared at the computer screen.

Bai Hua: "Professor Wang hasn't responded yet."

Tang Hepeng picked up a brush and slowly wrote out Xiao Dongmei's plum cut with a thin gold body that he had practiced for a while.

...

Mountain city!

Guo Zhuangzhuang stood on the roof, watching Xiao Dongmei continue to stand in front of the desk writing calligraphy, the other party's focused and calm state, as if nothing happened, and he didn't exist.

Guo Zhuangzhuang just wanted to leave here quickly, picked up his phone and looked at it, and saw that Wang Qian hadn't returned yet.

Almost half an hour passed.

The Weibo messages he has posted have exceeded 100,000 reposted likes, and the number of comments has exceeded tens of thousands.

"Dongmei, Wang Qian hasn't returned yet."

Guo Zhuangzhuang took the initiative to break the silence.

Xiao Dongmei did not speak, nor did he pay attention to Guo Zhuangzhuang. She just wrote one stroke at a time and focused on writing. Until the paper was full, she put down her pen and said: "I heard that Wang Qian left when he was teaching at Zhejiang University. A brand new calligraphy he created, called Thin Jinti, isn't it?"

Guo Zhuangzhuang nodded: "Yes, Professor Lu Chunhu highly praised him. He carried the blackboard home and studied for a period of time, and he has begun to take shape."

Xiao Dongmei put away the written words and spread a piece of white paper again: "If you want to see me next time, bring a blackboard written by Wang Qian."

Guo Zhuangzhuang smiled bitterly: "Dongmei, please forgive me. Now only the school and Professor Lu have it. But they are very precious. Professor Lu and Director Chen also quarreled over this blackboard. Many calligraphers wanted to borrow it to see. Look, but Director Chen didn't borrow it, and then they went to the school to see it by themselves."

"Do you think I have the face, do you give you a blackboard from school?"

Xiao Dongmei didn't look at Guo Zhuangzhuang, looked at her own words, and said faintly: "Then you don't have to come to see me again."

Although Guo Zhuangzhuang felt a little regretful in his heart, there was also a kind of relief.

Been a licking dog for more than a year.

Guo Zhuangzhuang recognized it clearly.

A woman like Xiao Dongmei can't handle it by herself!

Not good enough.

I can't figure it out.

Xiao Dongmei saw him several times, not even seeing him directly.

Don't come if you don't come.

Guo Zhuangzhuang was silent, he just wanted to leave quickly, picked up the phone and looked again, and found that Wang Qian hadn't responded yet.

Can't help but think of it.

Didn't Wang Qian have no response from the work for the time being, so he pretended to be dead and kept silent?

...

After Wang Qian released Drunken Flower Yin.

Qin Xuerong was very happy after reading it, and then...the two went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It took a full hour or so.

Both of them were so hungry and exhausted that they came out.

After all, I haven't had breakfast yet.

Downstairs Murong Yue shouted: "Qin Xuerong, are you going to starve me and Jiang Jiang to death?"

Qin Xuerong put on her clothes, her face flushed, and went downstairs to cook.

Wang Qian also followed downstairs.

Murongyue and Jiang Yu both slumped on the sofa and swiped their phones without an image, and saw them go downstairs.

Murong Yuetong said nonchalantly: "You two are really enough. If we didn't eat and exercise for so long in the morning, Jiang Jiang and I would starve to death. Qin Xuerong, hurry up and cook!"

Qin Xuerong had a guilty conscience, so instead of talking back to Murong Yue, she lowered her head and quickly went to the kitchen to cook.

The thickness of Wang Qian's face ignored this level of ridicule, so he naturally sat across from the two of them and asked, "Why don't you make something for yourself?"

Murong Yue: "Xiaoxue said that we will take care of the rice, and Jiang Jiang and I will just eat."

Jiang Yu looked at Wang Qian and asked, "Did you not watch Weibo?"

Wang Qian nodded: "I didn't watch it just now!"

Both of them blushed.

What was Wang Qian doing just now.

They all heard it.

The villa is too big and empty, so the soundproofing is also average.

Of course, Qin Xuerong didn't control her voice much.

Jiang Yu looked away, not looking at Wang Qian, and said in a low voice: "Let's take a look. Just now, Guo Zhuangzhuang posted another work. I saw it very well. You haven't responded for nearly an hour. Everyone said you. Scared."

Murong Yue: "I saw Xue Man said that Guo Zhuangzhuang's works are Xiao Dongmei's works."

Jiang Yu nodded: "Well, it should be Xiao Dongmei. Guo Zhuangzhuang is a hack, and he certainly can't write such a good work."

Murong Yue: "Let me say, Wang Qian, don't go back. Your Drunken Flower Yin is enough by itself, and it's better than Xiao Dongmei's Cut Plum!"

咚咚咚...

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Wang Qian and Jiang Yu, Murong Yue were shocked.

Murong Yue shouted at Qin Xuerong in the kitchen very rudely: "Qin Xuerong, someone is knocking on the door, is anyone coming today?"

Qin Xuerong replied loudly: "I don't know. Go and open the door."

Murongyue and Jiang Yu sat there still, looking at Wang Qian at the same time!

Wang Qian wondered: "What do you guys see me doing?"

Murong Yue: "You are Xiaoxue's boyfriend, you are half the host. You are here, shouldn't you open the door?"

Wang Qian glanced at the two silently, shook his head and smiled. Knowing that Murong Yue and Jiang Yu had deliberately looked at them, he got up and opened the door.

The person standing at the door made Wang Qian stunned.

He thought it might be He Dongming, or it might be Zhao Wei and He Fulin.

After all, he doesn't know many people in West Lake City, and the only friend who can come to the house is He Dongming.

but……

did not expect.

As soon as the door was opened, there stood two beautiful girls like twins.

Xu Wenwen, Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Wenwen wears pink casual clothes, not as formal as when she came last time, and without the aura of a strong woman, she is much more cute and youthful.

Xu Xiaoxiao was wearing Zheyin's school uniform, with a quiet temperament. Seeing Wang Qian opened the door, a blush appeared on the baby's fat face, and then quickly returned to normal. Looking at Wang Qian, he smiled and bowed slightly, and said: "Wang Professor, my sister and I are here to visit you. I want to ask you some questions about calligraphy. Excuse me."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Xu Wenwen's eyes. She was dragged over by her younger sister. She was embarrassed to come over, but at this time she also said politely: "Professor Wang, did you bother you?"

After Wang Qian froze for a while, he quickly returned to normal, stepped aside, and stretched out his hand and said, "Don't disturb, you can come in. I have just gotten up for a while, and there is nothing to do today, just rest. You are welcome to come as a guest!"

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao were not here for the first time, but when they officially came to visit, it was the first time they came. They entered the door and changed their slippers. They greeted Murongyue and Jiang Yu again.

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoyue, Jiang Jiang, hello!"

Xu Wenwen: "Hello."

Jiang Yu smiled and nodded without speaking.

Murong Yue waved her hand and shouted: "Smile, Sister Wenwen, you are here, come and sit down."

Murong Yue got up and pulled the two of them over to sit down.

Several people are familiar with it, so they soon disappeared and started talking.

Wang Qian went to get some drinks and snacks and put them down, just about to leave.

Xu Wenwen shouted: "Professor Wang, you can't go."

Wang Qian: "It's okay, you talk first, I'll go to help Xuerong make breakfast, and have something to eat together later, we will talk about calligraphy after eating."

Xu Wenwen hurriedly said: "I want to ask you about the work Zui Huayin."

Then, she took out a folder from her bag with a stack of paper in it, and spread the paper on the table.

Xu Xiaoxiao immediately said, "There is still mine!"

She also took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. It was written on Wang Qian's drunk floweryin shortly after it was posted on Weibo.

Murongyue and Jiang Yu came over and took a closer look.

Jiang Yu said softly, "Wang Qian's thin gold body?"

Xu Xiaoxiao said: "Well, my sister and I wrote according to the video of Professor Wang's lecture at Zhejiang University and our Zhejiang Music. I also borrowed the blackboard that Professor Wang stayed at school last time."

Xu Wenwen: "I don't write well, the class has gotten anxious."

Wang Qian took a closer look and found that both sisters wrote well.

Although, certainly not as good as Wang Qian.

However, it is definitely an entry point.

In such a short time, you can get started with a new calligraphy font.

The two sisters are very talented.

Of course, this is also related to their profound background after practicing calligraphy for many years.

Wang Qian nodded, "Well written well, are you looking for me for this?"

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Qian, "Well, my sister and I like this song Drunken Flower Yin very much."

Xu Wenwen: "The two of us are not doing anything at home. Seeing the work you posted on Weibo, we liked it very much. So I came here to ask about Professor Wang's work and calligraphy."

Wang Qian commented a little: "The writing is not bad, just keep practicing, I don't need to write for you anymore."

Xu Xiaoxiao hurriedly said: "Professor Wang's copybook is still needed."

Xu Wenwen: "What about this work? Professor Wang, how did you write such a masterpiece of graceful poems? It is completely from the perspective of our women. At first glance, I could not believe that you wrote it. It is amazing. "

Xu Wenwen took a closer look at this song of Drunken Flower Yin, and she loved it every time she read it.

After Dongli put the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance. I can't help but lose my soul, the wind is blowing in the west, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.

It's fascinating to read!

Wang Qian explained: "I am an actor!"

After a pause, Wang Qian smiled and said, "I can play a woman, too."

Four pairs of eyes stared at Wang Qian and blinked.

Murong Yue asked suspiciously: "Women's clothing boss?"

Wang Qian glared at Murong Yue: "Get out!"

Then, Wang Qian explained many details of the song Drunken Flower Yin.

Just explain it to the four people present.

It's like turning on a small stove.

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao both carefully wrote down every word that Wang Qian had said.

Especially Xu Wenwen. She is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Zhejiang University. She has already planned to talk about the song Drunk Flower Yin in class next week. At this moment, she can get an explanation from the original author Wang Qian. She is more confident to give lectures and is not afraid to laugh generously. .

After talking for ten minutes, Wang Qian said, "That's probably it..."

Xu Xiaoxiao asked curiously: "Then Professor Wang, Xiao Dongmei posted another song of plum cuts, why don't you reply?"

Xu Wenwen touched his sister with his arm, and asked her to speak carefully, not to mention this.

It has been about an hour since Guo Zhuangzhuang published his work, and there has been no movement on Wang Qian's Weibo.

Many people in the literary circle believed that Wang Qian might not have any works for the time being, so they remained silent.

Such things are not uncommon. Keep silent for the first time, and then just find an excuse to perfuse.

Xu Wenwen thinks so too.

However, Xu Xiaoxiao didn't think so.

She felt that Wang Qian was definitely not silent because he had no works.

Even if there is no work, Wang Qian will never remain silent and pretend to be dead, and will definitely stand up and make it clear.

So, she asked, wanting to know the real reason.

Jiang Yu smiled.

Murong Yue laughed directly, then giggled on the sofa and laughed like a dove.

Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao were not clear, so they looked at Murongyue and Jiang Yu curiously.

Wang Qian was a little surprised, ignoring the smiles of Jiang Yu and Murongyue, and replied casually: "Oh? She wrote another song, a plum? I didn't see it. Something was too busy at the time, so I didn't read Weibo. Then there is time."

Xu Wenwen's eyes widened: "You didn't see it? So you didn't reply?"

Murong Yue held back a smile and said seriously: "Yes, he was very busy just now, Jiang Jiang and I can testify."

Wang Qian cast a glance at the two of them. These two guys obviously ridiculed: "You don't need to testify, you don't see it, you don't see it, you don't reply, you don't reply, and you won't lose a piece of meat."

Xu Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly.

She believed everything Wang Qian said.

She knew that Wang Qian was definitely not pretending to be silent because he had no works.

She believes that Wang Qian is not such a person.

Wang Qian took out his mobile phone, opened Weibo and checked, and said softly: "Look at this song of plum cut, the other party's name is Xiao Dongmei?"

Xu Wenwen nodded: "Well, Xiao Dongmei, a professor at the Chinese Department of Shancheng University. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Beijing University with a doctorate degree. He is a student of Professor Xue. He is the same school as Xueman and is the Xueman who often interacts with you. It is said that Xiao Dongmei is the Beijing University. One of the most talented students in the Chinese Department for more than ten years, and, very low-key, barely show up, and published two collections of poems."

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Guo Zhuangzhuang doesn't know how to fool Xiao Dongmei. It is really a villain to show Xiao Dongmei's work to you."

Xu Wenwen: "However, I think Xiao Dongmei's cut plum is still very good. It is a rare good work in modern times."

Wang Qian is leaning on the sofa, casual and casual. He doesn’t have the elegant and easy-going style of a writer in the Zhejiang University classroom, nor the self-confidence and elegance of an artist in the Zhejiang Music classroom, nor the pride of being on the stage. I am the center of the world. Manic!

Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that the distance between himself and Wang Qian seemed to be much closer, just like facing a good friend of his own.

Wang Qian didn't speak. He looked at his Weibo and found a lot of comments on Weibo.

"Why did Professor Wang stop talking? Comment on Guo Zhuangzhuang's plum cut. I think many people say it is good."

"Professor Wang, they all said you were counseled, and they said something."

"Professor Wang, where did you go?"

"Professor Wang, how about people? Don't persuade you."

"Professor Wang, Guo Zhuangzhuang said you pretended to be dead."

"Professor Wang, some people say you surrendered!"

...

Many of Wang Qian's fans are basically ordinary people, so it is easy to be rhythmic, although they all support Wang Qian.

However, they are still affected by the comments of many so-called experts and scholars.

Wang Qian did not blame them either.

This is unavoidable.

They are also confused when they care.

He first went to Guo Zhuangzhuang's Weibo to check the plum cut posted by the other party.

Read it quickly!

Wang Qian could not admire a word in his heart.

to be honest.

If you don't rely on copying.

Wang Qian feels that the other's talent can throw him ten streets!

His appreciative ability is still good. After reading it, he knows that this work is a truly rare masterpiece in modern society. It is also a good work in ancient times. Even if it is not a masterpiece of the ages, it is not much worse. , A high probability may be passed down.

Anyway, he was in another world in his previous life, and he had never seen anyone writing ancient poetry works of this level at that time.

Such a work, such a talent.

It must be complimented.

Wang Qian posted on Weibo and said: "Sorry, everyone was delayed a while ago, so I haven't read Weibo and didn't reply in the first time. It caused everyone to misunderstand me. I'm sorry."

"This piece of plum cut by Xiao Dongmei, issued by Guo Zhuangzhuang on behalf of him, is very good and a rare masterpiece. To be honest, I am surprised to see such a piece appear. The author's accomplishments in graceful words made me ashamed."

"For this reason, I can't type or write this piece of mine. This is a disrespect for Xiao Dongmei."

Finished.

Wang Qian sent it out.

Jiang Yu, Murongyue, Xu Xiaoxiao, and Xu Wenwen did not gather around Wang Qian to look at his mobile phone, so rude.

But all four of them are waiting for Wang Qian's Weibo to refresh their information with their mobile phones.

Ding!

The four of them saw Wang Qian's new message at the same time.

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu haven't taken a closer look yet.

Wang Qian put down his phone, stood up, his aura changed, and a domineering unique literati exuded, and he said loudly: "Sao Yue, Jiang Jiang, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting!"

Murong Yue and Jiang Yu didn't think much about it. When they heard Wang Qian's words, they instinctively dropped their phone and ran to the inner room to get paper, writing brush, ink, and inkstone.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both looked at Wang Qian in surprise.

Xu Xiaoxiao: "Professor Wang, do you want to write it down?"

Wang Qian nodded: "Of course, write it down, take a video or post a photo. This is my respect for her. To be honest, this one plum is the most talented poem I have ever seen. There is a chance. Be sure to talk to the author."

Xu Wenwen: "Xiao Dongmei's first cut plum is indeed very good! It is slightly inferior to Professor Wang's work, and several grades better than other contemporary works. I plan to have the opportunity to talk to my classmates next time. speak."

Murongyue and Jiang Yu ran back quickly, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly placed on the large desk next to them.

Xu Xiaoxiao quickly went over to help polish the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue laid out a piece of paper.

Xu Wenwen took out his phone and opened the video, adjusted the angle, and wanted to record this scene.

Wang Qian stood at the table, closed his eyes, and brewed a little momentum and emotions in his heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao said nothing.

Continue to grind the ink.

Jiang Yu and Murongyue pressed the paper with a paperweight.

Murong Yue took the brush over and handed it to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian naturally enjoyed the service of the four of them. He reached out and took the brush that Murong Yue handed over, and then dipped it on the ink developed by Xu Xiaoxiao.

Then, Wang Qian's arm steadily swept ink.

The brush moved quickly on the white paper.

One after another, thin gold text with very personal style appeared on the white paper.

Cut plums!

Three words appear.

The pupils of the few people present condensed.

coming!

coming!

he came!

At the same time, sisters Xu Wenwen and Xu Xiaoxiao secretly said in their hearts.

Guo Zhuangzhuang posted a song of Drunken Flower Yin for the first time.

Wang Qian also replied a song of Drunken Flower Yin, and it was several grades better than the other party's Drunken Flower Yin.

Then, Guo Zhuangzhuang made another song that made great progress.

Sisters Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both speculated that Wang Qian might also write a plum-cutting work with the same lyric to respond!

Now I see the three words "cut plum" appearing on the paper.

The two sisters glanced at each other and both smiled slightly. At the same time, they looked expectantly in their eyes, and then quickly looked at Wang Qian and the brush in his hand.

While Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were surprised, they were also a little used to Wang Qian's style, so they were relieved quickly, just watching the words gradually appearing on the paper intently!

Red lotus root fragrant and residual jade in autumn.

Loosen Luo Chang lightly and board the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the cloud will send a brocade book.

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

All four of them opened their eyes wide, and their breathing sounds became much quieter as they watched the words appearing one by one.

After cooking the porridge, Qin Xuerong, who walked over in an apron, also stood there quietly, holding a spoon in his hand, and staring at Wang Qian without blinking.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen have a family relationship, so they feel the deepest.

This is the upper que.

Just make their hearts shake!

very nice!

Can't help but miss it.

However, he was afraid to disturb Wang Qian.

Therefore, both of them resisted the impulse, staring excitedly at the pen in Wang Qian's hand, staring at every word Wang Qian wrote.

The flowers flow by themselves.

One lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the brow, but our hearts.

call……

It's not Wang Qian's breathing.

It was a heavy breathing sound from the other five beauties at the same time.

Xu Xiaoxiao even covered her mouth, with a trace of tears trembling in her eyes, she was afraid that she would cry out!

The first word.

Written in her heart!

There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart!

Isn't it her recent mood?

Every day, Wang Qian's figure will continue to appear in her heart.

I miss him when he plays the piano, when he writes, he misses him when he eats, and he still dreams when he sleeps.

Just like what was written in this poem, Xu Xiaoxiao felt the urge to cry after reading it, as if Wang Qian understood his heart.

Xu Wenwen's expression was also a little intoxicated, obviously because of the plum cut.

Murong Yue, Jiang Yu, and Qin Xuerong are not literary students, but their literary literacy is not weak, and they can see the extraordinary work of this piece at a glance.

Especially, as women, they feel that this song of cutting plums is truly written in their hearts!

Very good!

Read it as if you are reading your own thoughts.

very nice!

Qin Xuerong was holding a spoon, but couldn't help her excitement. Seeing Wang Qian put down his writing brush, he rushed forward, grabbing Wang Qian's neck, and his voice was choked: "The writing is really good. Husband I love you!"

Qin Xuerong felt that the cut plum in this song was about how she liked Wang Qian during that time more than a month ago.

I meet Wang Qian every day, but I can't!

Looking at the text on the white paper, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu were shocked for a while, feeling deeply in their hearts, raising their eyes and looking at Qin Xuerong with envy, and then both of them smiled bitterly, imperceptibly.

Wang Qian patted Qin Xuerong on the shoulder, rubbed the randomly tied hair, took a deep breath of the smell between the hair, and whispered, "I love you too!"

Qin Xuerong's tears couldn't stop, dripping down, wiped away the tears hurriedly, and saw Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen still there, his face turned blush: "I, I'm going to cook."

After speaking, Qin Xuerong hurriedly turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Xu Wenwen both woke up.

Xu Wenwen said with a trembling voice: "Professor Wang, do you want to publish this work?"

There was obvious respect in her tone, and there was even a trace of worship in her eyes!

Seeing such a work that I really like very much came out with my own eyes, and the impact on literacy student Xu Wenwen ~www.novelmt.com~ is indescribable. She is even willing to kneel down for Wang Qian's apprenticeship!

Wang Qian took a sip of water from the cup on the table and nodded: "Well, send me the video, I will post it on Weibo."

Xu Wenwen nodded, and after adding Wang Qian's WeChat account, he posted the video and saw that he was also Wang Qian's friend. Inexplicably, there was some pride and pride in his heart!

She can feel the feeling of her sister Xu Xiaoxiao now.

And Xu Xiaoxiao, two steps forward, gently put away Wang Qian's work, looked at Wang Qian hopefully and said, "Professor Wang, can you give me this writing?"

Wang Qian nodded indifferently: "Yes, take it. I can't give you a copybook for the time being. If you and your sister want to read it, you can take a look at this first."

Xu Xiaoxiao showed a big smile and carefully put it away: "Thank you."

Wang Qian nodded and forwarded the video that Xu Wenwen had sent to him on his Weibo.