Debut After Eight Years

Los Angeles.

A top music studio, in the lounge.

Adam, Eric, and Winston were all sitting in the lounge, watching the picture on the TV screen together.

Since more than half an hour ago, the three of them sat together watching this track report program specially set up temporarily for Wang Qian, and they have not changed the channel until now.

They must admit.

This show is really attractive.

Even if they don't want to increase Wang Qian's ratings, they don't want to leave after watching them, and they really want to know what will happen next!

I really want to know...

Will Wang Qian be embarrassed to leave by the thousands of music artists and classical music lovers present?

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 in the first place.

Because.

All three of them thought instinctively, and felt that it was impossible for Wang Qian to retreat from the open communication class at Curtis College.

After all, Wang Qian was almost at the enemy with the entire European and American classical music field there, and there will be a lot of classical music artists thinking of ways to embarrass Wang Qian...

The vast majority of European and American music artists on the scene did not want this young man from China to succeed in their turf.

Perhaps no one in the entire world can satisfy all those music artists.

It's just that none of the three of Adam had thought of it.

From the very beginning, Wang Qian responded with absolute strength to the challenges of two musicians from the Manhattan School of Music, and with his strong performance and creative ability, the two musicians were completely impressed.

And at the moment.

They looked at the TV screen, Wang Qian was writing English words on the blackboard, and they were even more stunned.

The agent Eric murmured in a low voice: "Walter, this guy is really writing poetry?"

Winston stared at the TV screen, and replied in a low voice: "Maybe, yes..."

Eric: "Will he? Does he understand?"

No one answered him.

Adam felt numb all over!

He found that the gap between himself and Wang Qian might be greater than he thought.

only……

Is Wang Qian really a singer?

...

perhaps.

This is a question that many viewers at the scene and in front of the TV want to call out.

Is this person really a singer?

Several major social platforms in Europe and the United States have also become lively, and many discussions have been raised against 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,

,

Andlovedyoubeautywithlovefalseortrue,

Butonemanlovethepilgrimsoulinyou,

Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;

Andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars,

Murmur, alittlesadly, howlovefled,

Andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead,

Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars.

...

The scene became extremely silent.

No one speaks.

Only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing a chalk on the blackboard.

Everyone stared intently at the letters, words, and entire lines of poems that appeared on the blackboard!

At the beginning.

Everyone is still looking at the words with a hint of jokes, and the mind to find faults.

After all, are you a person who grew up in China and has never studied English to write an English poem, or are you in front of so many artists?

In Chinese idioms, this is a typical classmate, and will be taught by the artists present to behave!

Ma Rui even felt that this was because Wang Qian was anxious, lost his reason because of anger, and forcibly wanted to write a poem. This was to bring his own handle to him.

He only needs to find out the flaws in Wang Qian's writing casually, criticize it, and it will end victoriously.

Many media that have a good relationship with him even specially edited this scene of his criticism of Wang Qian's work, thus ignoring all his embarrassment before.

but……

Ma Rui stared at the words written by Wang Qian, but his mood became heavier and more shocked.

Because.

Only the first sentence is written.

Ma Rui found out that this level was much higher than him, and it was not at the same level at all.

The poem he wrote just now is still on the blackboard, right next to Wang Qian, in sharp contrast.

One comparison...

Ma Rui found that his own work, like what Wang Qian said, is simply a disaster, and it is not an exaggeration even to say that it is a pile of shit.

Look at what Wang Qian wrote, then look at what I wrote...

Marui felt that every word she wrote seemed so unsightly.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

In the absence of comparison.

Ma Rui can feel good about herself, she can force her mouth, she can hypnotize herself, saying that her work is a good piece, but you will not appreciate it!

However, Marui found now that he could no longer say such a thing.

Because no one would believe it, he didn't believe it anymore.

Seeing more and more words written by Wang Qian, his heart became more and more shocked, and then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. Standing behind Wang Qian, his expression became dull.

All the audience in the audience saw the clear picture in Wang Qian's poems.

A warm and plain picture, slowly unfolding in their eyes, whispered, lifelike.

However, in the dull and warm, it reveals the love that comes from the depths of the soul!

Especially some old artists sitting in the front row felt the most profound about this, and they almost understood the soul connotation of this poem.

Because this is almost the life of most of them now.

White-haired, still accompanied by form and shadow, loving your soul.

Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and others all fell silent, did not speak any more, just stared at Wang Qian's hand and the words!

until……

After Wang Qian finished writing, he wrote the last word, gently put down the remaining chalk, then gently turned around, facing the audience, and whispered: "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 seems not so sure.

However, everyone saw the most sincere and pure love from this poem.

The audience was still silent, and was not awakened by Wang Qian's voice.

Everyone was silent for about a minute, all staring at the poem on the blackboard.

Keep reading from the beginning to the end. Everyone has read it at least twice. The more you meditate, the more you can feel the love in your heart, and the more you can comprehend the love that goes deep into your bones and souls, and then the whole person seems to want Tremble for it.

simple is the best.

Even many emotional artists shed tears about this.

The TV camera accurately captured several old men and women with obvious tear marks on their faces, but several people didn’t seem to notice the same, letting tears flow on their faces, still staring at the text on the blackboard, teary eyes Hazy, but still intoxicated.

Diana was awakened by the shock of the mobile phone news, and quickly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with extremely complicated eyes.

Diana looked at her phone. It was a message from the director team, asking her to direct the camera to capture more people's expressions.

Diana took a quick look and found that Christine, who was sitting in the middle, was also gently wiping the tears, and quickly asked the cameraman to turn to take the shot. All the audience saw Christine's tears.

Looked again.

Sophie and Taylor, two famous genius girls, were also gently wiping their tears at this moment, looking at the podium ignorantly, not knowing what they were looking at.

Wow……

Suddenly, a sudden loud cry surprised Diana and everyone in the audience. Almost everyone was completely awakened and looked in the direction of the cry.

It was discovered that it was an old artist sitting in the second row, holding his head and crying.

It was an old man with white hair and thin body in formal clothes, crying with his head in his arms, constantly whimpering, and vaguely shouting: "God, please return my Susan to me... Ooh... my dear Susan..."

The camera quickly focused on the old artist.

Diana didn't know who the other party was, but she quickly heard the answer from the crowd.

"That's Professor David from Eastman College. His wife Susan graduated from Eastman College with him, and stayed on to teach at the school together. They lived together for 40 years, almost every day inseparable. All students know that they love each other very much, but, five years ago, Professor Susan died of cancer."

Someone said sadly: "Professor David was seriously ill because of his sadness. He applied to the school to resign, but the college did not agree to let him take a long vacation. Unexpectedly, after five years, Professor David has not come out yet."

Another said: "This poem is so well written. It perfectly explains what true love is. The ordinary life is the true meaning of love. It is normal for Professor David to think of his wife. I want to recall it now. The family hugged my wife fiercely and let him know that I love her."

"Poor Professor David, I wish he could survive."

"I almost cried after reading this poem, God, this poem is so touching."

"I can't believe that this poem was written by a Chinese person or a singer."

"This is the most touching love poem I have ever seen, simple and simple, but straight to the soul."

A series of soft discussions came.

Diana also thought of her grandfather. Her grandfather had been depressed for many years because of his grandma's death. Then he chose to retire, handed over the family business to his father, and went to the farm by herself.

Looking at Wang Qian who was standing there quietly like water, Diana only felt as if a halo bloomed from Wang Qian's body.

What is a real artist like?

Diana had no idea before.

But.

Now she has a concrete concept, even a clear image.

It was the young-looking figure standing on the podium.

This is probably the artist.

Bang bang ......

Applause suddenly sounded.

It rang from the front row of Max and Malone.

Several of the world’s top old artists directly stood up and clapped vigorously. There were a little tears on their wrinkled faces, but the palms of their hands were clapping vigorously, clapping vigorously, clapping vigorously, as if they wanted to All the strength of the whole body is used.

then.

Applause spread throughout the audience.

Everyone quickly stood up and applauded vigorously.

The applause was louder than ever.

Howling and crying Professor David also forcibly stopped his crying, stood up, let the tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.

Mars, Elton and all the alumni of Manhattan College also stood up and applauded vigorously.

Christine also stood up, with a longing smile, concealing the tears on his face, and applauding vigorously, but his eyes were still full of tears that would burst at any time, and his eyes dimly looked at the one on the podium. The silhouette of this poem is constantly chanting in his heart.

The love in this poem is what she dreams of.

This is why she has not been in a relationship for so many years.

Because her emotional concept is extremely simple and pure, just like the one written in this poem.

She doesn't like being vigorous, she doesn't like to show affection, she doesn't like to let the whole world know...

It is a pity that now is a super fast-paced era, and people's hearts are very impetuous. It is almost impossible to find such a love life.

Therefore, she would rather be alone all the time, would rather live a peaceful life with her grandpa on the farm than take risks.

But.

At this moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the longing deep in her heart.

Christine only felt that Wang Qian might be the person who knew her best in the world.

Tears couldn't help but drip.

Christine hurriedly laughed again, not wiping the tears, letting the tears flow down.

Because she didn't want to interrupt her applause.

Most people in the Huaxia delegation are in a state of bewilderment.

Many of them couldn't understand the words written by Wang Qian.

Only a few people can understand.

And anyone who understands the words can feel the kind of love that goes deep into the soul.

In addition, they have all heard Wang Qian say that this poem was sung by Wang Qian in China when you are old.

Therefore, with the comparison, after understanding the words and then connecting with the lyrics, you can quickly understand what is expressed in them.

He Chaohui also understood it, stood up and applauded vigorously, and said in admiration: "This poem is so well written. I didn't expect Wang Qian to have such a high level of knowledge in English poetry."

Peng Donghu didn't understand, but just said along: "Yes, you see these foreigners are crazy! Many people are crying, I want to cry now."

Qin Xuehong also wiped the corners of her eyes lightly. She also 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 her eyes with a tissue, but with a bright smile on her face, full of happiness, she said in her heart: "I have already got it, and we will continue to grow old!"

Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke, and Xiao Dongmei also clapped vigorously, with tears in their eyes, but they insisted that they did not fall. The eyes of several people did not want to leave the figure on the podium. They seemed to blink, and that figure just If they don't see him, they will lose him, so they can't bear to blink!

However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo were crying crying!

Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn't covered her mouth, she might have cried.

Thinking that she had already formed a family with Wang Qian, but under the flick of her agent, she took the initiative to propose a divorce...

original!

She already got it.

original!

She can get it all.

original……

Li Qingyao almost collapsed. If it weren't for Yu Jingruo's support, she might not be able to stand up, and her heart was full of sadness and regret.

However, Yu Jingruo himself was also hazy with tears, and there were obvious tear marks 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, and then she would definitely not leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation, she would insist on going with Wang Qian. Go down!

pity……

pity……

it's already over.

But Taylor and Sophie are extremely emotionally complicated.

Both of them were attracted by Wang Qian's amazing talents, and both wanted to **** Wang Qian from Qin Xuerong.

Even, they have already taken action...

And the love that Wang Qian wrote at this moment is of course what they are looking forward to.

However, they don't know what will happen in the future.

Therefore, they were a little confused when they cried.

Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie didn't know whether they could catch this man in the shining world.

but……

They all know one thing, that is, no matter what the situation, they will not let go.

There is also an explosion on social media in Europe and the United States at this moment.

The entire network is several times more lively than just now, and many people are speaking crazy and more active than usual. The center of the topic is Wang Qian and this poem.

"I am also applauding, this poem is simply beautiful."

"This is a love poem. The poem just now is indeed a disaster. I was stunned by it."

"Who will tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn't he a singer? Isn't he an actor? Isn't he a Chinese native?"

"I must admit that Marui's poem is indeed a disaster. Wang Qian's words are not wrong at all, because he wrote a truly touching poem."

"I just want to know now, can he continue to write? I still want to watch him write poems, I don't want to watch him play music, I like this poem so much."

"God, many people at the scene cried."

...

applause!

It hasn't stopped.

Even, one minute.

Two minutes!

Three minutes passed.

Thousands of people at the scene are still standing, still applauding vigorously.

Although not as enthusiastically at the beginning, everyone is still applauding sincerely.

Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and other old artists are not too tired. They all stood for a few minutes and clapped. They kept looking at Wang Qian with admiration in their eyes.

Wang Qian stood there, facing everyone, accepting everyone's applause. After seeing the time for so long, he stretched out his hands and made a downward pressure at everyone, indicating that everyone can stop.

Applause is enough.

At this time, the applause gradually stopped.

The old artists such as Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David stopped their movements, and then sat down slowly.

The others also gradually stopped applauding, and all sat down.

Wang Qian looked calm and said softly, "Thank you for your applause."

Many people just started to clean up the tears on their faces and sort out their emotions, especially some sensual women, whose makeup was crying, and some who were concerned about the image began to lower their heads and remake up.

However, everyone's eyes at this time were gradually focused on the figure standing next to Wang Qian, who had not moved.

A writer from New York, Marry.

Ma Rui has been in a sluggish state, not knowing whether he is really still indulged in this poem, or deliberately, in order to avoid embarrassment.

Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui, smiled and asked, "Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? In comparison, how is your work?"

Ma Rui moved stiffly. The expression on her face was also stiff and expressionless. He turned to look at Wang Qian, then looked at many strange gazes at the scene, knowing that he could not escape, and a trace of his face was squeezed out. With a smile more ugly than crying, he said to Wang Qian: "Mr. Wang's poem, I think it is a very rare love poem. It is really excellent and very good. I can't find any shortcomings. It is better than mine. Poetry is so good, I admire your talent."

In front of so many people.

Ma Rui confessed and began to publicly praise Wang Qian's poem, acknowledging Wang Qian's amazing talent.

Looking for fault on purpose?

Forced to belittle?

He dare not!

after all.

There are so many great artists on the scene, many of whom are more famous and experienced writers and writers than him, as well as many literary critics and literary lovers. They were moved by this poem, and many people cried for it. , This is equivalent to everyone's approval of this poem.

If he publicly belittles this poem at this time, isn't he against everyone on the scene? Isn't it publicly said that you people are not as good as yourself?

Marui didn't dare to offend so many people.

He dared to offend Wang Qian, but he did not dare to offend most of the people present.

Therefore, he knew that his only choice now was to admit defeat.

This is the only option.

Otherwise, if he forcefully belittles the poem.

Maybe he will be excluded from the New York cultural circle.

It may even be openly resisted by many European and American viewers who watch live TV.

This kind of consequence is beyond his tolerance.

Hearing what Ma Rui said, many people at the scene laughed and agreed with this, and also felt amused at Ma Rui's situation at the moment.

Wang Qian said softly, "Thank you Mr. Ma Rui."

Ma Rui let go of her 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 the room and study me at home. I hope I will have the opportunity to ask you about poetry next time."

Wang Qian: "I also hope that there will be another chance to meet again."

Ma Rui bowed gently to Wang Qian, and then bowed gently to all the audience off the stage, preparing to step down.

However, he had just taken two steps and suddenly turned around again to look at Wang Qian and asked, "Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you still have such a work?"

Wang Qian was thinking about the next music class. Hearing Ma Rui's words, he asked softly: "What work?"

Ma Rui asked seriously: "That's it, such a wonderful and touching verse!"

Almost everyone in the audience looked at Wang Qian expectantly.

Artists and art lovers, there is no one who dislikes poetry.

Just now when you are old, everyone present has aroused the interest in poetry, and they are all eager to see the same wonderful and touching poem again.

Because they haven't seen such a touching and simple sincere poem for a long time.

Like China, in the impetuous era, good literary works have not appeared in European and American literary circles for a long time, but more and more popular popular works have been sold.

Therefore, such poems need to be searched from the classics dozens of hundreds of years ago.

Wang Qian answered with a smile: "I don't know."

Marui 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 emotions. So, you should understand."

Ma Rui suddenly, but in fact still didn't understand, turned around and left quickly.

He even wanted to leave here directly and leave Curtis.

However, he knew that he could not go now, and it would be even more embarrassing if he left, and everyone would say even more ugly afterwards.

Now, it’s not that bad. Staying and leaving at the end will be more decent. Many people will say that they have persistence and demeanor...

Of course, there are also cheeky.

Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and sat down, and then said to everyone: "Poetry, just like music, is a hobby of mine. The poem just now is some emotional expression of some of my times. Thank you for your recognition and love. Okay, let’s get back to business. Now we are going to return to the topic and continue to talk about music..."

Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase all the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score for the song Luoshen by the Water that he had just played.

but!

Professor Dawson immediately took the stage and said: "Mr. Wang Qian, don't wipe it, we will give you a blackboard."

Wang Qian was shocked, then nodded: "Yes."

Professor Dawson immediately asked someone to come up and disassemble the blackboard written by Wang Qian when you were old, and replace it with a new one.

As for the other side that was written by Ma Rui, I completely ignored it. The staff of the college quickly wiped it clean to make the blackboard layout clean and convenient for Wang Qian to write next.

Many people at the scene are in a mixed mood.

Many people looked at Marui again with strange eyes.

Ma Rui was also uncomfortable all over, feeling as if his eyes were stabs at him with a knife, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere. He wanted to escape from here immediately, but he calmed down and felt stiff at the person who was looking at him. Smile.

Looking at her own work that had been wiped off, Marui burned the poem just wanting to go back.

Professor Dawson and several veteran artists from the Curtis Institute of Kalman all gave Wang Qian apologetic smiles and apologized for delaying Wang Qian’s lecture~www.novelmt.com~Wang Qian smiled indifferently. He smiled and continued: "Okay, let's continue to talk about the song just now!"

but……

His voice hasn't settled yet.

At the scene hundreds of hands were raised again.

This time!

Many old artists in the front row also let go of their reservations and pride, raising their hands one after another, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.

A tune!

A poem.

And the realm of performance that surpassed the predecessors.

All the artists on the scene have completely recognized Wang Qian's talent and artistic heritage.

Raise your hand this time.

Almost everyone didn't come to find the fault, but really exchanged thoughts with Wang Qian in the heart of asking for advice.

Even Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Taylor, Sophie, as well as He Chaohui, Peng Donghu, Yang Jiansen and other Chinese delegation members raised their hands and wanted to interact with Wang Qian.

Wang Qian knew that in this class, it is estimated that he would not follow his own ideas, but would follow the ideas of some people present.

People keep asking questions, he will solve them!

Such a rhythm.

Wang Qian quickly adjusted his mentality, looked at the people who raised their hands on the spot, saw the many longing eyes, moved his eyes quickly, and then pointed to an old artist in the front row and said, "Sir, come on!"

This old artist is just David, who was sobbing and howled by Wang Qian's poem just now, and is also a veteran professor from the world's top classical music schools.

only……

This professor teaches the violin.

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