Xie Ziyang: "It seems my Zixin knows this young man Fang Yang quite well, doesn't she?"
Xie Zixin: "Of course, Grandpa, let me tell you, this foreign god is amazing. Half a month ago, his parents died in a car accident. Poor foreign god went home to inherit the family business, which was called Yuewen Reading Website at the time. There weren't many people left. Foreign god immediately wrote a novel called 'The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty,' which was very popular. He also sang half of 'Can't Find Someone to Grow Old With,' which is said to be based on this book. Later, he also played the piano piece 'Summer Dream,' and it is said that he is at a similar level to the professors at the Central Conservatory of Music. Now, foreign god is the idol of college students all over the country, the kind of idol they love the most!"
Xie Ziyang laughed and said, "It seems that my Zixin admires Fang Yang very much. Could you download the Yuewen Entertainment website on Grandpa's computer? I heard that Fang Yang wrote a good poem and Grandpa would like to take a look."
Xie Zixin: "Okay, Grandpa, I'll go make it for you right away."
The grandfather and grandson went upstairs to Xie Ziyang's study, which was actually a converted bedroom. Three walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with books of varying thicknesses.
Xie Zixin first powered on the computer, then downloaded the computer version of the Yuewen Entertainment website to the desktop. She also thoughtfully registered an account for Xie Ziyang and applied for a verified account. Only then, as requested by Xie Ziyang, did she enter the literature section, find the article "Xiang Jian Huan" (Joy of Meeting), and download it to the desktop for Xie Ziyang's convenience.
Xie Ziyang zoomed in on the image, admiring the strokes that resembled silver hooks and iron pens, slender yet muscular. He couldn't help but marvel at how this truly represented the creation of a new style of calligraphy. Having studied countless works throughout history, Xie Ziyang recognized that none could rival it in the country. He could immediately tell that this was a groundbreaking new style of calligraphy. Moreover, the slender characters possessed the refined spirit of a scholar, while the expanded strokes exuded the fullness of a scholar's poetry and literature. Each stroke, though seemingly gentle, was sharp and edgy. As the saying goes, "The handwriting reflects the person," no wonder he had achieved such success.
Upon finding the literary community Zhang Huafeng mentioned, Xie Ziyang saw many old friends passionately debating and arguing. He then solemnly declared: "Every stroke of the pen, though slender, is full of sharpness. It is just like the spirit of a literary man. I will undoubtedly establish my own school of thought!"
Xie Ziyang's speech shocked the entire community, and it was the final word; no one had more authority to speak on the matter than Xie Ziyang!
Zhang Huafeng chimed in, "Even I, an old man, wouldn't dare say I've surpassed it. But in terms of the overall structure of the text, every stroke is powerful and forceful, and the layout is reasonable and clear. It should be promoted nationwide!"
Hu Limin, the head of the national education department, also rushed over upon hearing the news. He said, "The next batch of middle school textbooks can include 'Xiang Jian Huan' in the textbooks. This font is very suitable for national education and can be included as a national calligraphy template!"
The three bigwigs' speeches brought a moment of silence to the noisy community, followed by greetings to them. Everyone was in the same circle, seeing each other all the time, and were very familiar with each other. So, when the three bigwigs arrived, they naturally exchanged a few pleasantries.
Xie Ziyang's expertise lies in classical Chinese poetry. Upon his arrival, his old friends naturally pressed him for comments on the poem. Xie Ziyang, initially captivated by its literary style, only then began to examine the poem more closely:
Silently I ascend the west tower alone.
Silent and alone, I slowly climbed the empty west tower.
The moon is like a hook.
Looking up at the sky, only a crescent moon, cold and sparse, accompanied me.
A lonely paulownia tree in a deep courtyard locks in the clear autumn.
Looking down, one sees only a lonely sycamore tree standing in the courtyard, the secluded courtyard shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors.
What a wonderful poem! After hearing about Fang Yang's situation from his granddaughter, and combining it with this poem, it's truly exquisite. Perhaps Fang Yang was moved to write it when he went up to the rooftop. Xie Ziyang shared his guess with several old friends, and they immediately agreed. It's so apt!
The group felt deep sympathy for Fang Yang's plight and unanimously acknowledged his talent. The people in the community who were discussing the matter fell silent upon seeing Xie Ziyang's deduction. Initially, they were only commenting on the poem and the calligraphy, but after seeing Xie Ziyang's comments, they were surprised to find such intricacies. They were also amazed by Fang Yang's story, realizing that he had shouldered so much at such a young age!
Hu Limin also exclaimed, "This young man is impressive! He deserves our close attention. All of you old buddies should keep a close eye on him and lend him a hand if you can. China is in dire need of talent like him!"
Someone in the community immediately spoke up, "Let's bring in Old Ma from the Central Conservatory of Music. The young man is also very talented in music. I heard he's known as a 'foreign god' at various universities. He's good at songwriting, composing, and playing instruments. It's perfectly legitimate for Old Ma to step in. If there's anything he can't solve, everyone can lend a hand. It'll save face for Old Ma!"
At this point, someone spoke up, "I'll go, I know Old Ma well!"
Upon seeing this, everyone understood. Almost all the music teachers at Kyoto Normal University were graduates of the Central Conservatory of Music, so the two were naturally very familiar with each other.
Soon after, Sun Yungui came online. "Old Ma will be online soon." At this moment, Zhang Huafeng sighed, "This community function is really good. You can create private rooms, and the confidentiality is quite good. It's much better than a blog in every aspect."
At this moment, someone in the community spoke up: "I heard that all of this was orchestrated by Fang Yang. Fang Yang's plan is to build a closed-loop entertainment empire, and the community is the most important part. Fang Yang specifically emphasized this aspect!"
Upon seeing that it was Gu Fei, the president of Shanghai Normal University, everyone asked, "Old Gu, how did you know about this?"
Gu Fei chuckled and said, "Yang Huajin's daughter, the former editor-in-chief and current general manager of Yuewen Entertainment website, is studying at our school. She accidentally revealed this, and it became quite a tale at our school."
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