Chapter 290 289. The crying artist! What is love? (Subscribe!)
Los Angeles.
In the lounge of a top music studio.
Adam, Eric and Winston were all sitting in the lounge, watching the images on the TV screen together.
More than half an hour ago, the three of them sat together watching this follow-up reporting program specially set up for Wang Qian, and they have not changed the channel until now.
They have to admit it.
This show is really attractive.
Even though they didn’t want to increase Wang Qian’s ratings, they didn’t want to leave after watching it. They really wanted to know what would happen next! They really wanted to know…
Will Wang Qian be stumped by the thousands of music artists and classical music lovers present and leave in embarrassment? They really want to know...
Will Wang Qian fulfill his bet with Diana and leave North America directly?
This is their purpose and idea when they first watched TV.
because.
The three of them instinctively thought that there was no way Wang Qian would be able to escape unscathed from the public exchange class at Curtis College.
After all, Wang Qian was almost at odds with the entire European and American classical music field, and there would be a lot of classical music artists trying to embarrass Wang Qian...
The vast majority of European and American music artists at the scene did not want this young man from China to succeed in their territory.
Perhaps, no one in the world can satisfy all the musical artists.
However, Adam and the other two had not expected this.
From the very beginning, Wang Qian responded to the challenge from the two musicians from the Manhattan School of Music with absolute strength, and completely impressed the two musicians with his powerful performance and creative abilities.
And at this moment.
They were even more stunned as they watched Wang Qian writing English words on the blackboard on TV.
Eric, the agent, murmured in a low voice: "Walter Fake, is this guy really writing poetry?"
Winston also stared at the TV screen and replied in a low voice: "Maybe, yes..."
Eric: "Can he? Does he understand?"
No one answered him.
Adam felt numb all over!
He discovered that the gap between himself and Wang Qian might be even greater than he had imagined.
only……
Is this guy Wang Qian really a singer?
…
perhaps.
This is a question that many audiences at the scene and in front of the TV want to shout out.
Is this person really a singer?
Several major social media platforms in Europe and the United States have also become lively, with many discussions being raised about Wang Qian.
However, more people remained silent, staring at the words Wang Qian wrote on the blackboard on the TV screen.
When you are old When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
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,
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved you beauty with love false or true,
But one man loves the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. …
The scene became extremely quiet.
No one spoke.
There was only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing chalk on the blackboard.
Everyone stared intently at the letters, words, and entire sentences that appeared on the blackboard! At the beginning.
Everyone was still looking at those words with a bit of a sense of ridicule and the intention of finding fault.
After all, how can you, a person who grew up in China and never studied English, write an English poem in front of so many artists?
To use a Chinese idiom, this is a typical case of showing off one's skills in front of an expert, and the artists present will teach him a lesson! Ma Rui even thought that Wang Qian was anxious and lost his mind because of anger, and forced himself to write a poem, which was to put his own handle in front of him.
He only needed to find some flaws in what Wang Qian wrote and criticize it, and he would be victorious.
Many media outlets that have a good relationship with him would even specially edit out the clip where he criticizes Wang Qian's work and broadcast it, thus ignoring all his embarrassment and awkwardness that occurred before.
but……
Ma Rui stared at the words written by Wang Qian, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted and shocked.
because.
Only the first sentence is written.
Ma Rui discovered that this person’s level was much higher than his, and was completely on a different level.
The poem he had just written was still on the blackboard, right next to Wang Qian's, forming a sharp contrast.
A comparison...
Ma Rui discovered that his work was really just as Wang Qian said, a complete disaster, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a piece of shit.
I looked at what Wang Qian wrote, and then looked at what I wrote...
Ma Rui felt that every word he wrote seemed so disgusting.
There is no harm without comparison.
In the absence of comparison.
Ma Rui can feel good about himself, can force himself to be stubborn, can hypnotize himself, and say that his work is a good one, but you just don’t appreciate it!
However, Ma Rui now found that he could no longer say such words.
Because no one would believe it, even he himself didn't believe it.
As he watched Wang Qian write more and more words, he was more and more shocked. Then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem. He stood behind Wang Qian with a dazed look on his face.
All the audience in the audience saw the clear picture in every line of Wang Qian's poetry at this moment.
A warm and plain picture slowly unfolds in their eyes, and is told vividly.
However, in the plainness and warmth, there is a love from the depths of the soul! Especially some old artists sitting in the front row, they were most deeply touched by this and almost understood the soul connotation of this poem.
Because this is almost the life of most of them now.
Even with gray hair, I am still by your side, loving your soul.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman and others fell silent and stopped talking. They just stared at Wang Qian's hands and those words!
Until...
Wang Qian finished writing the last word, gently put down the remaining chalk, then turned around gently, facing the audience, and said softly: "This is probably love."
The voice was gentle and spread throughout the venue, but it reached everyone's heart.
This is probably love...
That doesn't seem so certain.
However, everyone saw the most sincere and pure love from this poem.
The whole place remained silent, not being awakened by Wang Qian's voice.
Everyone was silent for more than a minute, staring at the poem on the blackboard.
We kept reading from the beginning to the end, and everyone read it at least twice. The more we read it silently, the more we felt in our hearts, and the more we could understand the love that penetrated into our bones and souls, and then our whole bodies seemed to tremble.
Simplicity is the truth.
Even many sentimental artists shed tears for this.
The TV camera accurately captured obvious tear marks on the faces of several old men and women, but they did not seem to notice and let the tears flow down their faces. They still stared at the words on the blackboard, their eyes blurred with tears, but still immersed in them.
Diana was awakened by the vibration of the message on her mobile phone. She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with a very complicated look.
Diana looked at her phone and saw a message from the director team, asking her to direct the camera to capture more people's expressions.
Diana quickly looked around and found that Christine, who was sitting in the middle, was also gently wiping her tears. She quickly asked the cameraman to turn around and film it, so that all the viewers could see Christine crying.
Looked again.
Sophie and Taylor, two famous talented girls, were also wiping their tears at this moment, staring at the podium in a daze, not knowing what they were looking at.
Wow……
Suddenly, a loud cry startled Diana and everyone in the audience. Almost everyone was awakened and looked in the direction where the cry came from.
I found that it was an old artist sitting in the second row, holding his head and crying loudly.
It was an old man in formal clothes, with white hair and a thin body. He was holding his head and crying, sobbing continuously and shouting vaguely: "God, please give my Susan back to me... wuwuwu... my dear Susan..."
The camera quickly turned to the old artist.
Diana didn't know who the other person 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 there. They lived together for forty years and were inseparable almost every day. Every Eastman student knew that they loved each other very much. However, five years ago, Professor Susan died of cancer."
Someone said sadly, "Professor David fell seriously ill due to grief and applied for resignation from the school, but the college did not agree and asked him to take a long vacation. Unexpectedly, five years later, Professor David has not yet recovered."
Another person said: "This poem is so well written. It perfectly explains what true love is. A simple life is the true meaning of love. It is normal for Professor David to think of his wife. I want to go home and hug my wife tightly and let her know that I love her."
"Poor Professor David, I really hope he can make it."
"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, a singer at that."
"This is the most touching love poem I have ever read, simple and pure, yet it goes straight to the soul."
There were whispers of discussion.
Diana also thought of her grandfather, who had been depressed for many years because of the death of her grandmother. He then chose to retire, handed over the family business to her father, and went to farm on the farm himself.
Looking at Wang Qian who was standing there as quiet as water, Diana felt as if halos were blooming from Wang Qian's body.
Diana had no idea what a true artist was like .
But.
Now she had a concrete concept, even a clear image.
It’s the young-looking figure standing on the podium.
This is probably what an artist is.
Snap, snap, snap…
Applause suddenly broke out.
It came from Max and Malone in the front row.
Several of the world's top veteran artists stood up first and clapped hard. There were a few traces of tears on their wrinkled faces, but they clapped their hands hard, clapped hard, clapped hard, as if using all their strength.
then.
Applause spread throughout the venue.
Everyone quickly stood up and applauded vigorously.
The applause was louder than ever before.
Professor David, who had been crying loudly, forced himself to stop crying, stood up, let his tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.
Mars, Elton and all the other Manhattan College alumni stood up and applauded loudly at this moment.
Christine also stood up, with a longing smile to hide the tears on her face, and clapped hard, but her eyes were still filled with tears that were about to burst at any time. She looked at the figure on the podium with hazy eyes, and kept reciting the poem in her heart.
The love in this poem is what she has always dreamed of.
This is also the reason why she has not been in a relationship for so many years.
Because her emotional concepts are extremely simple and pure, just as written in this poem.
She doesn't like grandiose things, doesn't like to show off her affection, and doesn't like to let the whole world know...
Unfortunately, this 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 stay single and live a quiet life on the farm with her grandfather than take risks.
But.
At this moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the deepest desire in her heart.
Kristen just felt that Wang Qian might be the person who understood her best in the world.
Tears couldn't help but fall again.
Christine hurriedly smiled again, not wiping her tears, letting them flow.
Because she didn't want to interrupt her applause.
Most of the Chinese delegation were in a state of confusion.
Many of them couldn't understand the words written by Wang Qian.
Only a few people can understand it.
Anyone who understands the words can feel the love that goes deep into the soul.
In addition, they had just heard Wang Qian say that this poem was the one that Wang Qian sang in China, "When You Are Old."
Therefore, with the comparison, after understanding the words and then connecting them with the lyrics, you can quickly understand what they are expressing.
He Chaohui also understood the general idea, stood up and clapped vigorously, saying in admiration: "This poem is really well written. I never thought that Wang Qian has such a high level of attainment in English poetry."
Peng Donghu didn't understand, so he just said, "Yes, look at these foreigners, they are all crazy! Many of them are crying, I want to cry now too."
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Qin Xuehong also wiped her eyes gently. She really understood the poem and said softly, "It's really touching. This is the love that many people dream of!"
Qin Xuerong also kept wiping her eyes with a tissue, but she had a bright smile on her face, full of happiness, and she said in her heart: "I have got it, we will grow old together!"
Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke, Xiao Dongmei and others also clapped vigorously, with tears in their eyes but they refused to let them fall. They did not want to take their eyes off the figure on the podium, as if if they blinked, the figure would disappear and they would lose him, so they were reluctant to blink!
However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo were both crying their hearts out!
Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn't covered her mouth, she might have cried out loud.
Thinking that she had already formed a family with Wang Qian, she took the initiative to file for divorce under the deception of her agent...
original!
She already got it.
original!
She can have it all.
original……
Li Qingyao almost collapsed. If Yu Jingruo hadn't supported her, she might not have been able to stand up. Her heart was filled with sadness and regret.
However, Yu Jingruo herself was also tearful, with obvious tear marks on her face. She felt that if she had taken the initiative to pursue Wang Qian like Li Qingyao, she might have married Wang Qian. Then she would never leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation was, she would insist on going on with Wang Qian!
pity……
pity……
It's all over.
Taylor and Sophie had extremely complicated emotions.
Both of them were attracted by Wang Qian's amazing talent and wanted to snatch Wang Qian away from Qin Xuerong.
Even some actions have been taken...
And the love that Wang Qian writes about at this moment is, of course, what they yearn for.
However, they don't know what will happen in the future.
So, they cried in confusion.
Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie didn't know whether they could catch this man from the shining world.
but……
They all know one thing, that is, no matter what the situation, they will not let go.
Social media in Europe and the United States is also exploding at this moment.
The entire network was several times more lively than before. Many people were speaking crazily and were much more active than usual. The focus of the topic was Wang Qian and this poem.
"I am applauding too. This poem is so beautiful."
"This is a true love poem. The poem just now was really a disaster. I was stunned."
"Who can tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn't he a singer? Isn't he an actor? Isn't he Chinese?"
"I must admit that Ma Rui's poem was indeed a disaster. What Wang Qian said was absolutely right, because he wrote a truly touching poem."
"I just want to know now, can he continue to write? I still want to see him write poetry, I don't want to see him play music, I like this poem too much."
"God, a lot of people were crying."
…
applause!
It never stopped.
Even, one minute.
Two minutes! Three minutes passed.
Thousands of people at the scene were still standing and clapping vigorously.
Although it wasn't as enthusiastic as at the beginning, everyone was still clapping sincerely.
Max, Marlon, Dawson, Kalman and other veteran artists did not feel tired. They stood for several minutes and applauded, looking at Wang Qian with admiring eyes.
Wang Qian stood there, facing everyone and accepting everyone's applause. Seeing that time had passed, he stretched out his hands and made a downward gesture towards everyone, indicating that everyone could stop.
Applause is enough.
At this time, the applause gradually died down.
Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David and other veteran artists stopped their movements and slowly sat down.
The others gradually stopped clapping and all sat down.
Wang Qian looked calm and said softly, "Thank you for your applause."
Many people only start to wipe away the tear marks on their faces and sort out their emotions at this time, especially some sentimental women. Their makeup is smudged by crying, and some of them who care about their image start to lower their heads and re-apply makeup.
However, everyone's attention was gradually focused on the figure standing next to Wang Qian who had not moved.
Mary is a writer from New York.
Ma Rui was in a daze the whole time. It was unclear whether he was really still immersed in the poem or was doing so on purpose to avoid embarrassment.
Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui and asked with a smile: "Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? In comparison, how does your work compare?"
Ma Rui's body moved stiffly, his face also stiff and expressionless. He turned to look at Wang Qian, and then looked at the many strange looks at the scene. He knew that he could not escape, so he forced a smile that was uglier than crying and said to Wang Qian: "Mr. Wang's poem, I think it is a very rare love poem, it is really excellent, very good. I can't find any shortcomings. It is much better than mine. I admire your talent."
In front of so many people.
Ma Rui admitted his mistake and began to publicly praise Wang Qian's poem, acknowledging Wang Qian's amazing talent.
Deliberately looking for trouble?
Forced devaluation?
He doesn't dare anymore!
after all.
There were so many great artists at the scene, including many writers and authors who were much more famous and experienced than him, as well as many literary critics and literature lovers. They were all deeply moved by this poem, and many of them cried for it, which meant that everyone recognized this poem.
If he publicly disparaged the poem at this time, wouldn't he be going against everyone present? Wouldn't he be publicly saying that none of you are as good as him? Ma Rui 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 denigrates the poem.
Maybe he would be excluded from the New York cultural circle.
It may even be openly boycotted by many European and American viewers watching the live broadcast on TV.
He couldn't bear this consequence.
After hearing what Ma Rui said, many people at the scene laughed, expressed their agreement, and found Ma Rui's current situation funny.
Wang Qian said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Ma Rui."
Ma Rui put aside his pride and said to Wang Qian solemnly: "No, I should thank you, Mr. Wang Qian. You taught me a lesson today. After I go back, I will close the door of my room and study my work at home. I hope I will have the opportunity to ask you for advice on poetry next time."
Wang Qian: "I also hope there will be a chance to meet again next time."
Ma Rui bowed slightly to Wang Qian, then bowed slightly to all the audience members, and prepared to leave the stage.
However, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly turned around again and looked at Wang Qian and asked, "Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you have any more works like this?"
Wang Qian was thinking about the upcoming music class. When he heard Ma Rui's words, he asked softly, "What piece of music?"
Ma Rui asked seriously: "Yes, such a wonderful and touching poem!"
Almost everyone in the audience looked at Wang Qian expectantly.
There is no artist or art lover who does not like poetry.
The poem "When You Are Old" just now aroused the interest of everyone present in poetry, and they all longed to see the same wonderful and touching poem again.
Because they haven't seen such touching, simple and sincere poetry for a long time.
Like China, in this impetuous era, good literary works have not appeared in the European and American literary circles for a long time. However, there are more and more best-selling popular works.
Therefore, they need to look for such poems in classics from dozens or hundreds of years ago.
Wang Qian smiled and replied, "I don't know."
Ma Rui was puzzled: "Why don't you know?"
Wang Qian said softly, "Because it depends on your mood and state. Poetry, like music, is essentially an expression of emotions. So, you should understand."
Ma Rui suddenly realized, but in fact he still didn't understand in his heart, so he turned around and left quickly.
He even wanted to leave here and leave Curtis.
However, he knew that he could not leave now. If he left, it would be even more embarrassing, and people would say even more unpleasant things about him afterwards.
Now, it's not that bad. If I stay and leave at the end, I can still be decent. Many people will say that I am persistent and graceful...
Of course, there is also cheekiness.
Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and then said to everyone: "Poetry, like music, is a hobby of mine. This poem just now is an expression of my emotions at certain times. Thank you all for your recognition and love. Okay, let's get back to the point. Let's continue talking about music..."
Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score of the song "Shen of Luo River by the Water" that he had just played.
but!
Professor Dawson immediately came up to the stage and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, don't wipe it. We will change the blackboard for you."
Wang Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
Professor Dawson immediately asked someone to take down the blackboard with the song "When You Are Old" written by Wang Qian and replaced it with a new one.
As for what Ma Rui wrote on the other side, it was completely ignored. The staff of the college quickly wiped it clean, leaving the blackboard clean and convenient for Wang Qian to write next.
Many people at the scene had mixed feelings.
Many people looked at Ma Rui again with strange eyes.
Ma Rui also felt uncomfortable all over. He felt that each gaze was like a knife stabbing into him. He felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to escape from here immediately. However, he forced himself to calm down and gave a stiff smile to those who looked at him.
Looking at his own work being wiped off, Ma Rui just wanted to go back and burn the poem.
Professor Dawson and several senior artists from the Curtis Institute, including Kalman, all gave Wang Qian an apologetic smile and apologized for delaying his lecture.
Wang Qian smiled indifferently and continued, "Okay, let's continue talking about the song we just sang!"
but……
He hadn't finished his words yet.
Hundreds and thousands of hands were raised again.
This time! Many veteran artists in the front row also put aside their reserve and pride, and raised their hands, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.
A song! A poem.
And the level of performance that surpasses that of predecessors.
All the artists present have completely acknowledged Wang Qian's talent and artistic background.
This time raise your hand.
Almost everyone was not there to cause trouble, but wanted to communicate with Wang Qian genuinely to seek advice.
Even Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, Taylor, Sophie, He Chaohui, Peng Donghu, Yang Jiansen and other people from several major colleges of the Chinese visiting group raised their hands, wanting to interact and communicate with Wang Qian.
Wang Qian knew that this class would probably not go according to his own ideas, but would go according to the ideas of some people present.
People keep asking questions and he solves them!
Such a rhythm.
Wang Qian quickly adjusted his mindset, looked at the people who raised their hands, saw many eager eyes, quickly moved his gaze, and then pointed to an old artist in the front row and said, "Sir, come on!"
This veteran artist is none other than David, who was so moved by Wang Qian's poem that he burst into tears just now. He is also a senior professor from one of the world's top classical music schools.
only……
This professor teaches violin.
(End of this chapter)