Chapter 289 288. Everyone was shocked again! Do you know that you are a singer? A musician? (Subscribe)
Ma Rui's purpose was actually very simple! He just wanted to embarrass Wang Qian.
He wanted the great success of Wang Qian's two performances to be replaced by embarrassment, so that Wang Qian could not gain the most prestige and honor here.
Although, he is in the field of literature, which has nothing to do with the field of music that Wang Qian just played.
But he knew that people liked to remember the embarrassing moments of celebrities, especially European and American artists and audiences, who preferred to remember how Wang Qian from China was embarrassed in their territory.
In comparison, most of them would choose to quickly forget Wang Qian's honors and achievements.
By then, the impact of Wang Qian’s historic performance level just now will be greatly reduced.
certainly!
If Wang Qian doesn’t want to be embarrassed by him!
Okay.
It would be good to praise his poem as much as possible.
In front of the live camera, tens of millions of viewers in Europe and the United States in front of their televisions, and in front of many top European and American music artists in the classroom of Curtis Institute, one of the world's top music schools, he praised his works and his literary and artistic talents.
Then, he would generously let go of Wang Qian and become the biggest winner.
When Wang Qian achieved great success, reaped honors and attracted much attention, people praised him and his works in public.
Ma Rui could imagine that he would become famous in the New York cultural circle and even the entire European and American literary circle. If he published his own works in the future, he would save the investment in publicity, and the effect would be better than any publicity. By directly publishing his works, they would be known by hundreds of millions of people in Europe and the United States, and the sales would certainly not be bad. It would be just around the corner for his works to become global bestsellers.
No matter what Wang Qian chooses or does.
Ma Ruidu felt that he would be the big winner and Wang Qian would help him.
I have already decided to hold a new book launch in New York next week. I will definitely become a world-renowned writer and great writer...
But at this time.
Wang Qian's voice reached his ears: "I think your poem is very ordinary. In my eyes, it is even a disaster. If I wrote it, I would be too embarrassed to show it because I don't want to embarrass myself."
Ma Rui's longing smile froze on his face in an instant. He stared at Wang Qian with wide eyes, somewhat unable to believe that Wang Qian dared to belittle his work like that.
The slight discussion at the scene just now quieted down, and everyone looked at Wang Qian.
To be honest, many people at the scene thought that Ma Rui's poem was well written and he was worthy of being a professional writer.
Although it does not reach the level of a masterpiece, it is still a good poem.
However, Wang Qian belittled it as worthless...? This made many people slightly dissatisfied.
because.
Wang Qian belittled this poem so much, doesn't it mean that their appreciation ability is flawed ?
Many people at the scene doubted whether Wang Qian could understand this English poem. After all, almost all of them could not understand Eastern Chinese poetry.
How can Wang Qian, a native Chinese who grew up in China and has never been abroad, understand English poetry?
Max whispered, "Wang Qian is a little anxious. This poem is not that bad. He doesn't need to argue with Ma Rui. He just needs to say a few nice words and it will be over. Ma Rui will get the benefit and won't hold on to it. The matter will be over. But Wang Qian will be taken advantage of by Ma Rui."
Ma Long agreed and said, "Yes, Ma Rui wants to step on Wang Qian to become famous in the world. If he gets benefits, he should not deliberately embarrass Wang Qian. It's just... this method is very despicable. However, I think this poem is okay. Wang Qian may be swayed by emotions and knows Ma Rui's purpose, so he can't stay calm."
Both of them disagreed with Wang Qian's words, thinking that Wang Qian was speaking out of anger and deliberately belittling Ma Rui's work to vent his anger.
Dawson and Kalman, as well as some other famous artists around, looked at Wang Qian and Ma Rui in surprise.
Most of them felt offended by Wang Qian's criticism of Ma Rui's song, which they thought was just okay, so they suddenly began to sympathize with Ma Rui.
This is typical sympathy among peers.
Wang Qian needs to do more to gain their recognition, while Ma Rui only needs to do a little to gain their sympathy, or even do nothing and just be belittled by Wang Qian to gain their sympathy.
This is the cultural and ethnic gap!
Some scientists who studied the human brain discovered that there is a small area in the human brain that controls a certain emotion. This emotion is anger and sympathy when the same species is bullied or offended, but this emotion will not be generated when other species receive the same treatment.
Just now when Wang Qian was belittled and treated arrogantly by them, they did not show any sympathy.
After Wang Qian belittled Ma Rui's work, they began to sympathize with Ma Rui. Even though it was Ma Rui who took the initiative to go on stage to find fault, they still sympathized with Ma Rui.
This is the naked reality.
The Chinese visiting delegation was also worried about Wang Qian.
He Chaohui knew that Qin Xuehong was a top student who graduated from a famous domestic university and was also a writer. He asked Qin Xuehong, "Xuehong, can you understand this poem? Is what Professor Wang said right?"
Qin Xuehong frowned and shook his head gently: "I can understand these words, but I don't know whether this poem is good or not. However, I believe Wang Qian is not a person who speaks nonsense."
Qin Xuerong also said: "I believe Wang Qian, this poem must be terrible."
However, Sophie, who was sitting with them, said softly, "Ma Rui is a famous best-selling author in New York. He once published a collection of poems, but it was not successful. He has a solid foundation in literary skills. This poem is indeed his best work and is considered a good piece in the New York literary world."
Taylor also agreed and whispered, "Yes, this poem about love is quite touching. I think it is a good piece of work."
Qin Xuerong said seriously: "That can only mean that you have never seen the world, or that your poetry and literary level is too low."
Qin Xuerong firmly believed that what Wang Qian said was right. Wang Qian himself had published so many poems and lyrics in China that were not inferior to the masterpieces of all time, so it was absolutely impossible for him to tell lies.
Taylor and Sophie looked at Qin Xuerong at the same time, and chose to remain silent. They both felt guilty and ashamed facing Qin Xuerong. They just looked at Wang Qian on the podium. At this moment, Wang Qian still looked calm and confident, as if everything that happened was under his control and expectations. He did not feel any tension or anxiety, let alone any fear.
Taylor and Sophie also inexplicably developed a sense of trust in Wang Qian.
but!
Annie, who was sitting nearby, asked, "Has Wang Qian studied European and American literature? Does he understand these poems and literature?"
The Chinese Music Delegation fell silent.
Because everyone present was very familiar with all of Wang Qian's experiences.
Wang Qian graduated from the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy and may have studied literature, but that was only a superficial understanding gained in college classes. He definitely had never studied English poetry and literature.
so.
Although Wang Qian's English is good, it is possible that he really does not understand the connotation and cultural beauty of English poetry!
Qin Xuerong was about to speak when Qin Xuehong grabbed her hand and pinched it, telling her to stop talking.
After all, this is North America, and we are surrounded by people from the European and American art circles. Arguing with them here is obviously irrational behavior.
Qin Xuerong glared at Annie and curled his lips to show his disdain.
Annie also glared at Qin Xuerong.
At this time, Ma Rui on the podium quickly came to his senses, his face flushed, and he stared at Wang Qian and said loudly: "Mr. Wang Qian, I respect your music and appreciate your piano playing. I want to discuss literature with you, and you should also respect my literary works."
Everyone stopped talking and looked at the two people on the podium, looking forward to their conversation.
Ma Rui felt that Wang Qian was deliberately belittling his work, which made him very angry and he was about to take action.
Wang Qian put his hands behind his back and looked at Ma Rui with ease. His face was calm and his voice was still mellow and gentle, like the sun and the earth. He said softly, "Oh? Mr. Ma Rui, I think that telling the truth is respectful. I am just telling the truth. If I speak against my conscience, that would be disrespectful. Your work is indeed a disaster. The words are too contrived, the expression of the inner emotions is not profound enough, and it is not closely related to your title. There is not much literary quality before and after."
"To be honest, if I wrote a piece like this, I really wouldn't be ashamed to show it. It's really embarrassing."
Wang Qian spoke calmly, as if he was telling a story, explaining a fact. It didn't sound like he was arguing with Ma Rui, let alone quarreling with him.
Ma Rui wanted to interrupt Wang Qian several times, but looking at Wang Qian's expression and the inexplicable aura on his body, he instantly felt inferior and inexplicably guilty, as if he was listening to the teacher's teachings. He did not dare to interrupt the teacher's speech and could only listen obediently...
this……
Ma Rui was shocked and stared at Wang Qian.
He saw it clearly now.
The aura that Wang Qian exudes is that of a pure great literary artist, a kind of aura that seems like a teacher who has lectured for many years and taught countless students.
It made him feel like a student, as if he was back in school when he was a child, and felt guilty facing his teacher.
but!
After all, Ma Rui is over 40 years old and a successful person who has been in the New York cultural circle for many years. He has extremely rich and eventful experiences, so he quickly adjusted his emotions and recovered from the emotions affected by Wang Qian. He unconsciously took a step back, as if to distance himself from Wang Qian, as if this would make him safer.
The scene became quieter.
No one expected that Wang Qian would once again so bluntly belittle Ma Rui's work and confront Ma Rui head-on.
Many European and American viewers watching TV also felt that Wang Qian had gone too far, and most of them also thought that Ma Rui's work was pretty good.
With such a contradictory and fierce confrontation, the ratings rose again.
Diana saw the real-time data sent back by the TV station. The number of viewers in North America has exceeded 70 million and is still increasing rapidly! This kind of tit-for-tat scene is definitely the favorite of every audience.
Many North American talk shows are set up to create confrontation between two parties in order to increase the conflict. Guests and hosts from both sides may even fight on the spot for the effect of the show. As long as some topics are created to hype it up, the ratings will be good.
Most ordinary people like to watch the excitement and conflicts! This is also the reason why the so-called family dispute resolution programs in China always have good ratings, because there are exciting and intense conflicts, which attract many viewers who like to watch the excitement.
Diana frowned and looked at Wang Qian. She was worried about Wang Qian and herself! She was worried about the conflict between Wang Qian and Ma Rui, and she was also worried that she would lose the bet with Wang Qian. If she lost, she didn't know how to fulfill the bet with Wang Qian...
After taking a deep breath, Ma Rui looked at Wang Qian and said seriously, "Mr. Wang Qian, with all due respect, you may not have understood my poem at all."
Wang Qian smiled faintly and said, "Your poem is so simple, why can't I understand it?"
Ma Rui stared at Wang Qian with wide eyes: "My poem is simple? What did you understand?"
Wang Qian did not argue with Ma Rui any more. He just picked up the chalk and started circling the words on the poem written by Ma Rui on the blackboard, and began to give a live explanation.
European and American literature...
He has also done some research and is not a novice.
If this poem existed in the world he lived in his previous life, it would be at the level of an online doggerel, and many Chinese people with a good command of English could write it.
Wang Qian disassembled Ma Rui's poem word by word on the spot, explaining its shortcomings and flaws.
"This word seems very redundant here."
"These two words seem repetitive when combined, and the latter word doesn't fit the context here. I don't believe that you spent several years researching and producing such a work. Didn't you go to school? Didn't you learn how to write?"
…
"You can just delete this sentence in the middle, it's not necessary at all!"
…
"You can change the order of these two words with the following phrase to make it more literary. The way you write it now is too straightforward and has no artistic value at all."
…
"The connection between these two sentences and the previous ones is very stiff, the wording is very bad, not beautiful enough, and not in line with the theme..."
…
The scene became even quieter.
Everyone held their breath and listened to Wang Qian's explanation.
Ma Rui, who was standing on the podium, stood there as stiffly as a statue, listening to Wang Qian's explanation at the closest distance. He stared at Wang Qian without blinking as he continued to operate and explain the work he had written.
At first, Ma Rui watched Wang Qian's explanation with a sense of embarrassment, wanting to quickly find the flaws in Wang Qian's explanation to counterattack, and then ruin Wang Qian's reputation! But...
After only a few sentences and a few words of analysis, Ma Rui was completely confused.
Because, from a professional perspective and his many years of literary accomplishment, he actually recognized Wang Qian's explanation in his heart and tried to modify it according to Wang Qian's explanation. It seemed that this sentence was really better? This...
How is this possible?
Isn’t he a world-class master pianist?
Isn’t he one of the world’s top master piano composers?
Isn't he one of the top pop singers in the world?
Isn't he one of the top music artists in the world? Isn't he only thirty years old?
Didn't he major in acting? Didn't he grow up in China and never learn a foreign language?
Isn't this his first time going abroad?
How did he do that? How did he know so much about English literature?
As the saying goes, an expert can tell the quality of a work with just one look! Wang Qian's few words let Ma Rui know that Wang Qian's understanding of English literature was definitely deep enough, and might even be better than his.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to analyze the many flaws in his poem so simply and easily.
Because this poem is really a work that he has been thinking about for several years. Of course, he didn’t think about this poem when he did nothing for several years. Instead, he thought about it when inspiration came, and then put it aside when there was no inspiration. It took him several years of continuous polishing to create this work! I thought I could truly become a poet...
But now, after listening to Wang Qian's explanation, he began to doubt himself! This poem! It seemed...
Is this really a disaster? Ma Rui was stunned, his mind went blank! Almost everyone at the scene also had a blank mind at this moment...
Many people keep asking themselves in their hearts:
Who am I? Where am I?
I'm taking music lessons?
Or is it literature class? Who is that person on the stage? Is it the music teacher?
Or a literature teacher?
Why does he speak so well?
Why do I feel that the work I thought was good just now is now disgusting?
Even Max, Marlon, Dawson, Kalman and many other famous artists are now in a state of self-doubt.
They all remained sober and listened to Wang Qian's explanation, and were all shocked by Wang Qian's literary background.
Because they have also done research in the field of literature and art, they know that Wang Qian is definitely not talking nonsense, but is providing a truly highly professional literary analysis.
They could understand every word Wang Qian said, and knew that he hit the nail on the head and pointed out the flaws of this work!
There seem to be too many such flaws in Ma Rui's work. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a disaster.
Christine, who was standing behind him, also stared at Wang Qian with eyes wide open, which was not in line with her image. She was shocked when she heard Wang Qian's explanation. Because she really had a very deep study of literature. After all, she wrote the lyrics herself, which was also literary creation, so her literary attainments must be high, so she could write more flavorful country lyrics.
She felt that Wang Qian's explanation was very profound, not inferior to the lectures and analyses of several literary masters she had heard before! But...
How is this possible? Kristen stared at Wang Qian, feeling that there was another layer of mysterious aura about Wang Qian that attracted her.
The Chinese delegation was the most confused.
He Chaohui could understand Wang Qian's English, but he didn't know if what Wang Qian said was right or not. He asked Qin Xuehong again, "Xuehong, what did Professor Wang say? Is it right?"
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Qin Xuehong smiled bitterly and said, "Aunt He, I am not qualified to comment. You can tell what Wang Qian is doing by looking at the expressions of the people around you. You can tell by looking at the expressions of these two talented piano girls from Europe and America..."
He Chaohui and others looked at Sophie and Taylor, and saw that the two of them were looking at Wang Qian with shock on their faces, as if they had forgotten everything around them. They were obviously shocked.
Peng Donghu smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that Professor Wang has impressed them. He spoke very well. I didn't expect that Professor Wang is also so knowledgeable about English literature. I wonder if there is anything else that Professor Wang doesn't know?"
Everyone stared at Wang Qian with complicated expressions.
Xiao Dongmei's eyes were the most shocked, because she had also studied English literature and knew how profound Wang Qian's analysis was at this moment. She didn't expect that Wang Qian had such profound attainments in English literature?
There was a halo flickering in Xiao Dongmei's eyes, and there was only Wang Qian's figure in her sight.
…
This poem is very short.
Moreover, it is really very ordinary.
Therefore, Wang Qian explained very quickly, went straight to the point, and finished in less than a few minutes.
He concluded: "So, I judged this poem to be a disaster, Mr. Murray, do you think I was right now?"
Ma Rui was still confused, his mind was blank, and he stared at Wang Qian and the blackboard in a daze, so he did not answer Wang Qian's question immediately.
Wang Qian waited for two seconds, and seeing that Ma Rui was still in a daze and didn't speak, he asked loudly again: "Mr. Ma Rui, if you have any ideas, you can also bring them up now and we can discuss them with each other. To be honest, literature is also a hobby I like very much. I have done some research on it. Maybe we can make progress together!"
Everyone at the scene came to their senses, and while they were shocked, they all smiled bitterly!
Everyone thought of what Wang Qian had just said to Elton - you don't have enough talent!
Now looking at Wang Qian, I feel extremely complicated.
Is this a hobby?
Is this genius?
Is this talent?
Scared!
Scared!
Compared with Wang Qian, these world-renowned artists all feel that their talents may be a little ordinary.
Ma Rui also quickly came to his senses, looking a little flustered and a little pale. He looked at Wang Qian and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, what you said is not bad. After listening to you, I also think that this poem has a lot of room for improvement. However, I think your analysis is just talk. It's just your opinion. You think this poem is a disaster, but I still think it is a good work. It just needs some improvement. I will study and improve it after I go back. Then this work will be better."
Even though he was extremely shocked by Wang Qian's literary background and accomplishment, Ma Rui didn't want to admit defeat in front of everyone and all the TV viewers, and he still insisted! Literary works are like this! There is no first in literature, which is also recognized in the European and American literary circles.
No matter what you say, I don't agree with it, it's just your personal opinion!
What can you do to me?
Many people at the scene looked disdainful after hearing Ma Rui's dishonest words, but they could do nothing about it. Couldn't they write a better song to prove it?
Obviously, most of the people at the scene are music artists, and it is impossible to ask them to write poetry on the spot.
Even for some other literary writers, it would be unlikely for them to come up with a good poem now.
If there were good works, given the utilitarian nature of the New York cultural circle, they would have been published long ago to accumulate fame and make profits.
So! This is the rogue of the literati.
I'm cheating!
You can't do anything to me.
Ma Rui's mood improved, and he decided to play tricks. Seeing that Wang Qian couldn't do anything to him, he was very happy. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, thank you for your comments on my work. Although I don't agree with it, it also proves that you have a lot of insights in literature. I'll talk to you again next time I have a chance. I'm going to go downstairs to rest first, so I won't disturb you talking about music."
Having said that, Ma Rui still wanted to leave the podium with a victorious attitude.
Although he was criticized for nothing, and he agreed with Wang Qian's comments in his heart, he was stubborn on the surface and still left here as a winner!
To put it simply and bluntly, I am shameless, I am not afraid, and I am invincible.
There was some discussion at the scene.
"Ma Rui is embarrassed."
"Haha, is this a shameless writer? I see."
"Wang Qian's literary attainments are indeed very high, which makes Ma Rui start to cheat."
"There's nothing we can do about Ma Rui's cheating, unless Wang Qian can write a song that's much better than Ma Rui's to prove it..."
"It's unlikely. How could Wang Qian write an English poem?"
"Even though he can't write, I admire him very much. He has such high attainments in both music and literature. The key is that he is still so young. He is simply a genius. He will definitely become famous all over the world in the future..."
"Kick Ma Rui out, he makes me feel ashamed..."
"Ma Rui is so pitiful. He tried so hard to step on Wang Qian to become famous, but he got slapped in the face on the spot."
…
The gossip made Ma Rui's face paler, but he still stubbornly smiled. He turned around and wanted to leave quickly. He didn't dare to stand here any longer and be talked about by everyone. He was afraid that he would become a laughing stock in the New York cultural circle.
But just when Ma Rui turned around and tried to escape.
Wang Qian spoke up and said, "Mr. Ma Rui, if you insist on your opinion and look at your own works so unfairly and objectively, then you will not make any progress in your literary field. If you want to talk to me about literature, you don't have to wait until next time."
"I just happened to think of a piece of work a few days ago. It's better to do it today than today. I'll write it now and let Mr. Ma Rui comment on my work. How about that?"
Uh! The scene that was just full of discussion suddenly returned to silence.
Everyone stared at Wang Qian with wide eyes again!
They didn't know how many times they had been shocked by Wang Qian, the young man from China, but every time they couldn't help but be shocked again by Wang Qian's words and actions.
This class was the most shocking public class they had ever taken in their lives.
Every move of this young Chinese man was beyond their expectations and common sense.
Just now many people said that it is impossible for Wang Qian to write a piece of work to prove...
This is not the end of the story.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Qian is really going to write a piece of work?
Everyone wants to ask: Do you know that you are a musician? Do you know that you are a singer?
Or I would like to ask: Do you know that your major is acting? Why do you know so many things that have nothing to do with acting? And why are you so accomplished?
Do you really want to write English poetry now?
Max, Malone, Dawson, and Kalman all held their breath in shock, staring at Wang Qian without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing something.
Christine clenched her hands tightly!
Mars, Elton and others also stared at Wang Qian with wide eyes, without saying a word.
The Chinese delegation was also silent.
Sophie, Taylor is speechless...
Ma Rui, who had just turned around, also stood there stiffly, maintaining a half-turned position, staring at Wang Qian in surprise and asked back: "Mr. Wang Qian, what did you say? You want to write a poem? An English poem?"
Wang Qian smiled and said, "Yes, do you want to see it?"
Ma Rui quickly recovered from his shock, then perked up and looked at Wang Qian and said, "Why not?"
There was a smile and expectation in Ma Rui's eyes.
Of course, I am not expecting Wang Qian to produce a good work, but I am expecting myself to get my place back later...
No matter what Wang Qian said.
Ma Rui decided to criticize Wang Qian's work, and imitate Wang Qian's analysis and criticism of his work. He would criticize Wang Qian's work word for word. That way, he could get back his position and criticize Wang Qian's work to nothing. That way, no one would remember how Wang Qian analyzed and criticized their work! Thinking of this, Ma Rui's smile deepened, and his pale face regained its rosy color. He looked at Wang Qian, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, please..."
Wang Qian nodded, glanced at everyone present, then turned around, picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard, saying softly, "This poem is a song I sang in the China Voice competition before. I had some insights at the time, so I rewrote the song into an English poem."
"I think this poem can more clearly explain the mood of love that Mr. Ma Rui wanted to express just now."
Talking about it!
Wang Qian started writing quickly.
Everyone at the scene held their breath and stared at the blackboard.
Ma Rui also smiled and stared at the words written by Wang Qian with wide eyes. He quickly began to think about how to start criticizing and belittling so as to appear very professional and well-educated in literature. It would be best if his level of literary talent was not lower than the literary background that Wang Qian had just demonstrated. But after thinking about it, he felt that he could not do it.
Wang Qian's hand moved quickly on the blackboard. The sound of chalk and blackboard rubbing against each other continued, and English words appeared on the blackboard one by one.
Everyone looked at every letter that appeared, not wanting to miss any details.
When you are old!
The title appears.
A sense of vicissitudes comes over me.
Everyone's anticipation grew stronger.
Everyone in the Chinese delegation had red faces due to excitement.
After seeing the title, they all knew what it was!
Translated, it means when you are old.
Isn't this the folk song that Wang Qian sang on the stage of China's Voice that moved countless Chinese people and made the mentors cry on the spot? This song has set a record for the number of folk songs downloaded in the past decade. It is touching and at least millions of people on the Internet said that they couldn't help crying when listening to this song! Everyone in the delegation has heard this song and is very familiar with the lyrics of the song.
Chen Xiaowen even performed on stage with Wang Qian, witnessing how touching the song was when Wang Qian sang it live.
Ru Ke, Liu Shengnan, Xiao Dongmei, Qin Xuehong and Qin Xuerong love this song very much.
None of them expected it.
Wang Qian actually turned this song into an English poem? And he wrote it in this kind of occasion? Qin Xuerong covered her mouth with her hands, tears dripping down her cheeks, and looked at Wang Qian with tearful eyes.
Qin Xuehong hugged Qin Xuerong, put his head against his sister's forehead, and gently patted Qin Xuerong's shoulders. While comforting her, he also felt a little envious and happy.
Because, she thought, she also got Wang Qian! Wang Qian's poem was not only for Qin Xuerong, but also for the two sisters.
Wang Qian's figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and he wrote each letter and word with a resounding voice.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep.
Everyone recited it in their hearts unconsciously, a gentle picture of old age appeared before their eyes, and a warm feeling brewed in their hearts.
But Wang Qian did not stop writing and continued to write.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book.
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look.
You eyes and once, and of their shadows deep.
Lines of words appeared quickly from Wang Qian's pen without any pause.
Pictures are revealed in the text.
In the dim light, two white-haired old men sat together by the stove, reading books drowsily...
Everyone was attracted and moved by the picture painted by these sentences!
There were many artists and art lovers present, and they had almost no resistance to such artistic words...
Almost everyone was attracted by Wang Qian's words, and the sound of breathing almost disappeared.
The only sound left at the entire scene was the friction between the chalk in Wang Qian's hand and the blackboard.
It seemed that it was the sound of footsteps of letters and words.
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