"Huh?"

"Is Professor Yue Heng going to write a poem on the spot?"

"What's going on? You've got creative inspiration again so quickly?!"

"Today has been truly an eye-opening day!"...

When Wang Yueheng heard that he would respond to host Meng Chang's question about love with a poem, he was very pleased.

The backstage staff immediately erupted in an uproar.

Wang Yueheng's reply once again exceeded their expectations.

I thought the other person would only briefly share their views on love or blind dates.

But I never expected that she would choose to answer with poetry.

This instantly elevated the cultural level and atmosphere of the dating reality show to a whole new level.

Zhang Lingwei, who had been watching the stage closely from backstage, couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, looking astonished.

I was originally thinking about how to get Wang Yueheng to appear on stage a little longer.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to start a conversation.

Not only did he sing a new song to save the day, but he also had to write a poem on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he had done me a huge favor again.

You don't even need to worry about your performance for the entire year!

"Quickly! Arrange for staff to help prepare props; bring everything he needs onto the stage!"

Once she realized what was happening, producer Zhang Lingwei immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and gave orders to the director on set.

The director Gao Shaohui, assistant director Lu Yanping, and others standing behind her also looked astonished.

They were supposed to be a guest star saving the day, did they really have to go to such lengths?!

It should be noted that the influence of Yue Heng's poetry is even more widespread than that of the singer.

Several of his poems have been directly included in Chinese textbooks!

"Yue Heng is still the same Yue Heng who loves writing poetry, he hasn't changed at all..."

"He's still as honest and straightforward as ever."

Seeing this, Ni Yongying, who had come to help, couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

For other top-tier celebrities, whatever the contract says is what it is.

It would be almost impossible to get them to sing more songs or even say more lines.

But when it came to Wang Yueheng...

As long as the program is more entertaining, it doesn't matter how many works are shown.

Of course, Ni Yongying knew this in her heart.

This is also related to the fact that he was invited by his former employer, Jiangxi TV.

If it were any other TV station, they probably wouldn't receive this kind of treatment.

...

Would you like us to prepare paper and pen for you?

"Or move a writing desk over here..."

On the dazzling stage, after a brief moment of surprise, the host Meng Chang immediately reacted and asked a question.

His words betrayed his excitement.

As a devoted admirer of Wang Yueheng's previous poems, Meng Chang not only knows all of Wang Yueheng's poems by heart, but also knows them by heart.

He also made sure his daughter knew them by heart.

Little did I expect that my casual question would once again prompt Wang Yueheng to compose a poem on the spot.

This can be described as another unexpected and delightful surprise today.

"No need, just read it aloud to everyone!"

"Just ask my assistant to set up the projection equipment."

As he spoke, Wang Yueheng turned to look at the screen behind him.

He gestured to his bodyguard, Wu Zhu, to place the prepared holographic projection equipment in front of the stage.

"The title of this poem is 'To the Oak Tree'."

After some simple preparations.

Wang Yueheng raised the microphone again and spoke in a gentle tone.

at the same time.

The three characters “To the Oak Tree” floated high in the air, like a calligraphy work that was gradually revealed and hung high in the studio.

If I love you—

"It's definitely not like the climbing trumpet vine,"

"Using your high position to show off;"

If I love you—

"I will never be like the lovestruck bird,"

"Singing the same monotonous song over and over again in the shade of the trees..."

Immediately, Wang Yueheng stepped forward, his gaze fixed ahead, his voice deep and slow like a stream in late autumn.

Although the poem has no musical accompaniment, it still captivates the reader.