Debut After Eight Years

The gate of Yangyin campus.

At this time, it is also the focus of world attention.

Even though it was late, because Wang Qian had just arrived, there were still a large number of Huaxia and media self-media from all over the world gathered at the door, and many fans gathered at the door, holding up all kinds of support brand.

This China's No. 1 Academy of Music and Art finally made its positive appearance in front of everyone in the world.

Before, although Yangyin was ranked among the top 50 music art schools in the world, it barely entered the threshold of the world's famous music schools.

However, many people in the field of music and art in Europe and the United States have always been indifferent to Yang Yin, even cynicism.

This time, the media from all over the world, as well as artists in the field of music and art, reported and described Yang Yin in positive terms.

After all, they all rushed to Yangyin to attend lectures this time. If they continue to belittle Yangyin, it is tantamount to belittle themselves.

Since it is useless, why do you come to attend lectures?

so!

At this time, when they were interviewed by various media, they tried their best to help Wang Qian and Yang Yin say something nice, but they didn't praise them too much.

A middle-aged man in a suit came out. He came over two days ago and temporarily lived in Yangyin. When he came to the school gate, he was blocked by many Chinese media at the gate: "Sir, may I ask you?" Are you a musician who came to the class? Where are you from?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I'm from North America, Manhattan Conservatory of Music, and this time I received an invitation from Huaxia Yangyin to listen to Professor Wang Qian's class."

Huaxia Media quickly asked again: "Sir, have you listened to Professor Wang's class in New York? What do you think of Professor Wang's class?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said cautiously: "Actually, I have not only listened to Professor Wang's lectures at Juilliard College in New York, I have also listened to his lectures at Curtis Institute. I will not miss the lectures. In terms of evaluation, I may not be qualified to evaluate him. I can only say that my feeling is unparalleled."

"His class gave me the feeling that I was a beginner in music, and he was already the one standing at the end. Every word he said seemed to be expounding the truth of music."

Obviously, this middle-aged man has been completely conquered by Wang Qian, so he is extremely respected.

Several Chinese media were very satisfied with this answer. As Chinese media, they naturally hope to hear foreigners praise Wang Qian and Yang Yin. Only by reporting in this way can they attract the attention and happiness of many people, thereby attracting traffic .

If someone deliberately abuses them, there is a high probability that such an interview will not be released. Even if it is released, it will be restricted by the platform and will not spread in a large area.

Jia Fuqing led Zhang Yue, and the two stood aside, quietly waiting for the reply from Yangyin, listening to the many interviews next to them.

Jia Fuqing naturally does not understand English, but Zhang Yue does. In his early years, he worked as a translator of famous foreign works, so he is very proficient in English. He can clearly hear the acceptance of several music artists from Europe and the United States. All conversations of the interview.

Hearing these conversations, basically all of them were on Wang Qian's side, and occasionally some praised Yang Yin, Zhang Yue's face also flashed a trace of pride, he is a Chinese after all.

Jia Fuqing asked in a low voice, "What are they talking about?"

Zhang Yue gave a brief description and concluded: "The foreigners who come here are basically the fans and supporters of Professor Wang Qian abroad. No one speaks ill of him. This is the first time in my life that I have seen a Huaxia literary Workers can achieve so much abroad.”

A trace of pride and complicated emotions also flashed across Jia Fuqing's face, and he said softly: "There are talented people from generation to generation. When we see him later, let's lower our posture, after all, we are here. With this book, he can become a god in the field of literature."

"At that time, I will speak up in person to see if I can try to invite him to give a lecture at Northwestern University."

"He went to Zhejiang University, he went to Shuangxing University, he will go to Shuimu University and Beijing University this time! We, Northwest University, can't lag behind. Otherwise, after he has turned other schools around, he will pull us down alone. Northwestern University, what do people think of our school after that?"

Although Jia Fuqing has long ceased to hold a post at Northwestern University, he knows that his foundation is still in Northwestern University, so he is more concerned about it.

Moreover, when he came, the president of Northwestern University personally visited him, hoping that he would invite Wang Qian to give lectures at Northwestern University when he went to the capital this time.

Because the invitation sent by the president of Northwest University to Wang Qian in the official name did not receive any reply.

He can only hope that with Jia Fuqing's face, he can successfully invite Wang Qian.

Otherwise, the reputation of Northwestern University in the field of literature may decline a little in the future.

Now in the academic circle, some good people have listed the schools where Wang Qian gave lectures, and ranked them in order...

Although everyone knows that this ranking order is completely nonsense, but after a long time, some people believe it.

Especially many fans of Wang Qian's fans, as well as literary supporters, will gradually believe in this order, and over time, it may become the order of nouns recognized by everyone.

This is Wang Qian's current influence in the field of literature and academia.

Zhang Yue said seriously: "Later, I will discuss calligraphy with Wang Qian first. If I can get one of his calligraphy works, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Jia Fuqing thought for a while, then nodded to express his approval.

No matter how much they look down on Wang Qian because of the deep-rooted thinking of seniority in their hearts, they have to admit that Wang Qian's achievements in calligraphy and literature are indeed unparalleled in contemporary times.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past few hundred years, few people have compared it.

The authentic handwriting of a calligraphy master is definitely worth collecting and passing on to the next generation as a family heirloom.

The two are chatting.

Walking out of the school gate, a young, beautiful and slightly restrained woman in the school uniform of Yangyin came out, exuding an artistic atmosphere all over her body.

Their eyes lit up.

They know, come.

It was Jiang Yu who came.

They had seen Wang Qian's performance, and naturally recognized Jiang Yu at a glance.

It's just that the current Jiang Yu is completely different from the rock girl on the stage. There is an atmosphere of an artistic family all over her body. She walks gracefully and calmly in front of the two, bows slightly and salutes, and said in a slightly distant tone: "Is it senior Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue?"

Jia Fuqing didn't speak, and still had the old attitude of a senior at this moment, looking at the school gate, seeing that Wang Qian did not come, but just asked Jiang Yu to pick them up, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Although his seniority and achievements are not one of the highest in the Chinese literary circle, he is one of the oldest in the Northwest literary circle.

Even though Wang Qian is famous all over the world and has made some achievements, he is still an underachiever. Shouldn't he come to greet him in person?

Knowing that the teacher might be upset, Zhang Yue stepped forward to block the teacher behind him, and said to Jiang Yu, "Yes, this is my teacher Jia Fuqing, and I am Zhang Yue. Miss Jiang, please come and pick us up. Professor Wang is resting." ?"

Jiang Yu shook his head: "Professor Wang just entered the room and sat down. He heard that someone was visiting, so he asked me to come and have a look."

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, I'm sorry for disturbing Professor Wang's rest."

Jiang Yu said calmly, "No trouble."

After speaking, Jiang Yu still stood there.

Jia Fuqing's expression was even more displeased.

Zhang Yue asked softly: "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"

Jiang Yu nodded, and looked at a car approaching not far away: "Well, you two are not the only ones who want to see Professor Wang!"

Zhang Yue looked at the teacher Jia Fuqing. Jia Fuqing frowned slightly, but still didn't speak, standing quietly aside, the two of them thought about who else would visit Wang Qian.

When they thought about it, the one who could come to visit Wang Qian so quickly at this time must not be a local master of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle.

It can only be someone from other places, such as Jia Fuqing.

The cultural circle in the Beijing circle, the first good place, has been passed down for hundreds of years. Many masters of Chinese studies here have family background, so they always think that they are superior, and they dismiss the masters of Chinese studies in other regions.

No matter how much Wang Qian has achieved in the world now, no matter how excellent Wang Qian's previously published works are, and no matter how Wang Qian has been the only calligraphy master in the past few hundred years.

They only see a little.

That is, Wang Qian is a foreigner, very young, has no qualifications, ordinary birth, shallow background, not a professional, but a half-way monk!

Therefore, they still looked down on Wang Qian from above.

For so long, there were only two people in the Beijing circle who had contacted Wang Qian, one was Li Xiyan, and the other was Tao Zhishan, and they still went together.

Xue Zhenguo can barely count.

Therefore, Jia Fuqing can be sure that the only people who can come to visit Wang Qian are outsiders.

Several masters of traditional Chinese studies in the Beijing area are all waiting at home for Wang Qian to visit. Otherwise, how can it appear that they are old and of high status?

When Jia Fuqing came to the capital, he had experienced it several times.

Zhang Yue also experienced it when he came to the capital.

Therefore, the two were thinking about how many foreign Chinese masters there are in the capital at this time!

soon.

The car drove over.

The door opens.

Both Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were slightly startled, and there was a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

The car door opened, Li Xiyan walked down slowly, looked left and right, and saw the lively scene around, the gathering of many media and fans, which made him slightly displeased.

The one who followed was still an old man, it was Wen Cangjian.

Li Xiyan took a look at Jia Fuqing, nodded to Jia Fuqing with a smile, as if he had met him, then handed a copy of the greeting card to Jiang Yu with both hands, and said in a gentle voice: "Please trouble Miss Jiang, and pass this greeting card to Professor Wang. Tomorrow, I will formally pay a visit with my junior brother Wen Cangjian."

Jiang Yu accepted the invitation in surprise. As a person who grew up in Beijing, she is also considered a family of literature and art, so she naturally understands the way.

Passing the greeting card is a courtesy that only a literary and artistic family with inheritance and heritage will have.

This shows that Li Xiyan regards Wang Qian as a master of traditional Chinese studies with profound background.

Moreover, generally speaking, it is enough to send a disciple or a junior to send a greeting card to submit a greeting card. If you don't send a greeting card yourself, you will be suspected of doing so.

After all, you have come in person, why go back and wait for the next day to visit again?

It is impossible for Li Xiyan and Wen Cangjian not to know about this.

However, they still came in person to show their respect for Wang Qian.

Li Xiyan can be regarded as half of Wang Qian's disciple.

To show respect for Wang Qian, he had to come in person.

Jiang Yu held the greeting card in both hands, nodded to Li Xiyan and said, "Okay, Mr. Li, I will hand it over to Professor Wang."

Li Xiyan nodded, looked around the campus again, suppressed the urge to visit now, and then left: "Then let's go first."

After speaking, Li Xiyan turned around and got into the car.

Wen Cangjian also smiled at Jiang Yu, then turned around and got in the car.

The car left slowly.

Neither Li Xiyan nor Wen Cangjian said a word to Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue who were next to them, they just nodded their heads.

Jia Fuqing took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, and then looked into the campus with his eyes, very surprised.

This Li Xiyan, he knows, is second only to the existence of several masters of Chinese studies in the capital, and the newly promoted master of calligraphy will definitely be one of the masters of Chinese studies in the Beijing circle in the future, and one of the representatives in the field of calligraphy.

It exists like this, but it is to hand over the greeting card in person, and to visit Wang Qian tomorrow.

As for him, Jia Fuqing, standing in front of others, they didn't even bother to say a word to him.

This discriminates against...

It made him feel sick, but then he noticed the name of Wen Cangjian that Li Xiyan said. After thinking about it in his mind, he trembled slightly.

Wen Cangjian, one of the three major literary sects in the island country, actually visited Wang Qian in person?

This is completely different from what he experienced back then!

Jiang Yu watched Li Xiyan and Wen Cangjian leave, his thoughts turned quickly, and he remembered who the name Wen Cangjian was.

It turned out to be one of the three major literary sects in the island country?

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, then still stood at the gate.

Zhang Yue looked at teacher Jia Fuqing's expression, and then asked with a smile: "Miss Jiang, are you still waiting for someone?"

Jiang Yu nodded: "Well, there are still people who say they want to come."

Jia Fuqing's face was calm, but anger flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yue was about to speak.

Jiang Yu said to the two of them: "You two, let me apologize first. Professor Wang may not have time to see you today. Please come back tomorrow, and it is best to choose a time to come with Mr. Li Xiyan and the others, so that you don't have to It wastes too much time of Professor Wang."

The expressions on the faces of Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue couldn't hold back anymore, and at the same time became serious and gloomy.

Zhang Yue's tone became indifferent: "You mean, we made a trip today for nothing?"

Jiang Yu didn't like the two of them, but she knew very well that when Wang Qian first published Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were the most active in resisting and belittling Wang Qian, although the speeches were deleted one after another.

However, the Internet has memory, and so does she.

If she hadn't dared to disobey Wang Qian, she would have wanted to drive them away and tell them not to come.

Jiang Yu also looked at it calmly and said: "Professor Wang didn't invite you to come. If anyone comes, Professor Wang will have to see him. Then Professor Wang doesn't have to do other things. It's okay to stand at the door to see you." good?"

call……

Jia Fuqing's breathing became rapid, his face was flushed, his eyes were staring at Jiang Yu, his fingers trembled slightly, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

He hasn't been treated like this for decades, and he hasn't been so unceremoniously angered for decades.

Zhang Yue saw that the teacher was in a bad mood, so he hurried forward to support Jia Fuqing.

At this time, another car drove over and stopped.