Wang Cheng looked at the slow voice written by Wang Hongyi on the table, and glanced at Wang Hongyi with a hint of surprise.

Such a work......

At the peak of the ancient poetry works of the two Song Dynasty, they can be regarded as outstanding and excellent works.

In contemporary times, it is absolutely rare.

If you don't count the masterpieces written by Wang Cheng, Wang Hongyi's poem is the best ancient poetry work written in recent decades.

Moreover, it is still a tactful school with a slow voice, and it is a more difficult word card.

Wang Hongyi felt Wang Cheng's gaze, lowered his head a little shyly, and said in a low voice: "Some of this work is the inspiration accumulated before, and most of it is just improvised, please ask Wang Gongzi for advice." ”

Wang Hongyi was also greatly relieved in her heart.

When she first came up, she only came up with the courage given by an outburst of inspiration, and at that time she did not have a complete work in her mind.

After she came up and started writing, her thinking became clearer and clearer, and she wrote faster and faster, and finally wrote this work in one go!

Like many masterpieces in history, they were written by accident and not deliberately.

Accumulation is certainly important, but the occasional burst of inspiration at that moment is even more important.

Just like throughout the ages, there have been countless people who have studied hard and accumulated profound reading, but there are very few who can leave behind hand-me-downs, and what most others lack is that flash of inspiration.

Wang Hongyi was very lucky today, and suddenly an inspiration struck, and she caught it again!

So, this piece was born.

The audience fell silent.

Wang Cheng said lightly: "It's not bad!" ”

Not bad......?

Wang Jianbin just wanted to say that let Wang Cheng see it more clearly, this work is a good work in the two Song Dynasty, and it is even rarer in contemporary times.

However, his lips moved, and Wang Jianbin didn't say it.

Because, he knew that among all the people present, only Wang Cheng might be qualified to say such things.

No one else, evaluating Wang Hongyi's work, can never be so plain and simple.

Wang Jianbin's eyes flickered, stared at Wang Cheng and said, "So, Wang Gongzi, how do you respond to this work?" ”

Wang Cheng didn't look at Wang Hongyi and Wang Jianbin again, and once again as before, he directly picked up the brush and prepared to start writing, without thinking.

Wang Hongyi was also prepared, and quickly stepped forward to say the poem he wrote slowly, and then seized the opportunity to grind ink for Wang Cheng, stood beside Wang Cheng, and quietly took a deep breath, as if he wanted to smell the smell around Wang Cheng.

But......

The next moment, her eyes were once again focused on Wang Cheng's brush and the blank paper.

I saw that the brush in Wang Cheng's hand was dipped in ink, and then quickly fell on the white paper, which was still the one that made people look amazing and never get tired of looking at it, comparable to Wang Youjun's calligraphy font.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and three words quickly appeared.

Slow down!

The scene resounded one after another inhalation.

The autumn and winter seasons seem to be much warmer......

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Wen Hanyue, Jiang Qin and others all stared at Wang Cheng with slightly wide eyes, looking at Wang Cheng still responding so directly, Wang Hongyi wrote slowly, and he also wrote slowly to respond to Wang Hongyi.

Jiang Qin's eyes were full of envy and appreciation: "This is Wang Cheng, maybe it is his character and unbending bones that make him so talented." It's to convince people to lose......"

Wen Hanyue said softly: "But what if, what if he doesn't write as well as Wang Hongyi?" Wang Hongyi's slow voice is already the pinnacle of this word brand work throughout the ages. This word card itself is an unpopular word card, and it is relatively difficult, and I can't even say the format and rhyme of the word card now. ”

Wen Hanyue looked at Wang Hongyi, and there was a trace of frustration in her heart.

Jiang Qin said softly: "Even if Wang Cheng loses to Wang Hongyi, then he will lose standing up." What if you lose an impromptu creation on the spot? ”

Wen Hanyue, Peng Jie and the others were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they all suddenly ......

Their requirements for Wang Cheng are too high.

Because, Wang Cheng's works published all the way are masterpieces that have amazed them through the ages.

Therefore, they all demanded Wang Cheng according to the standards of the eternal masterpiece!

But......

Wang Cheng was passively recruited.

If it's someone else, it's great to be able to write a smooth work according to the format if you're creating on the stage on an impromptu basis and writing a difficult word card.

If you want to write good works, it's really deliberately embarrassing.

The reality is that except for Wang Hongyi, nine out of ten other literary figures at the scene can't even tell the rhythm of the slow format.

If Peng Jie encountered such a request, he might throw up his sleeves and leave on the spot.

However, in the face of Wang Cheng, they made such excessive demands!

Wang Cheng was asked to temporarily take over the creation, and he also wanted to create works comparable to masterpieces through the ages.

That's ridiculously demanding.

Even if several great writers in history are resurrected, they may have to scold and scold and leave.

Yu Hong, Yang Yi, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng and others all blushed a little when they heard Jiang Qin's words, and they all knew that their targeting and requirements for Wang Cheng were too outrageous.

And what made them all even more embarrassed and speechless was that.

Wang Cheng accepted such an outrageous challenge from them, and really used a masterpiece of the ages to smash the confidence and pride of all of them!

Yu Hong looked at Wang Cheng, followed Wang Cheng's brush, and read out word by word.

"Slow down!"

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable."

The opening is more than a dozen overlapping words!

made Yu Hong and everyone else widen their eyes.

Wang Hongyi, who was grinding ink, widened his eyes and forgot to grind the ink, his eyes stared at the words written by Wang Cheng, full of shock and incredulity!

Wang Hongyi, who has a deep study of slow voices, is full of questions in his heart - can this word card still be written like this?

So many overlapping words?

But.

Wang Cheng didn't give everyone much time to think, and the brush moved quickly, as if it was not a temporary creation, but a mature work in his heart, and only half of it was copied out at this time, which made all those in the know full of shock and incredulity.

After Yu Hong paused, he continued to read word by word: "When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest." Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. ”

While reading, clear pictures appeared in Yu Hong's eyes, and his heart was full of amazement.

Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Wen Hanyue and other female literary and artistic youths were full of amazement and envy when they saw it......

This slightly sad and graceful mood is really written in their hearts, and they can quickly substitute themselves into it, as if they have experienced it themselves!

Wang Hongyi, who continued to sharpen the ink, gradually became short of breath, and his eyes were full of amazement.

The confidence in Wang Jianbin's eyes in the back has disappeared.

With only a dozen overlapping words at the beginning of Wang Cheng, Wang Jianbin knew that this poem was definitely not simple, and such an opening had never appeared in all ancient word works in the entire history.

Just these dozen overlapping words are very amazing, and then the understatement of sadness and sorrow is the essence of euphemism!

Wang Jianbin took a deep breath and smiled slightly bitterly, knowing that he was thinking too much.

also thought that Wang Hongyi had a chance to defeat Wang Cheng this time......

After all, it's too much to think about.

Wang Cheng's talent is really bottomless.

Such works can be created temporarily......

Could it be that he is a star from the sky?

Wang Jianbin also had to find reasons from some incredible angles at this time.

Of course, Wang Cheng himself was not affected by the people around him, and the brush in his hand barely paused, and continued to write after being dipped in ink.

Yu Hongqiao's face in the audience was flushed and quickly followed: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?" Guarding the window and being alone, how can you be born dark! The sycamore is more drizzle, and it drips by dusk. This time, what a sad word! ”

Call......

Read it out.

Yu Hong took another deep breath to calm his emotions.

Otherwise, she was really afraid that she would cry out excitedly, and she was reluctant to blink her eyes when she stared at Wang Cheng on the stage.

Chen Yuqi and Liang Xiaoliang were also excited and their faces were crimson, and even some water flashed in their eyes, which showed that their emotions were also extremely excited.

Wen Hanyue said what was in her heart again, and her voice even trembled a little: "If this poem was written by me, I would really like to die right now!" This poem is really well written, so good......"

Jiang Qin also picked up the teacup and took a sip of water to suppress the excitement in his heart, his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Indeed, the writing is really good." It is comparable to the pinnacle masterpieces of several euphemisms in the Song and Song dynasties, no, perhaps better than those pinnacle masterpieces of euphemism. ”

Jiang Qin didn't say a word in his heart-

That is, this rhetoric perfectly writes the kind of literary and artistic young women who are sick and moaning in words, and it is simply written in the hearts of every literary and artistic young woman.

A faint sorrow, autumn yellow flowers all over the ground, three or two light wine, the geese I saw last year flew by again, and a lonely person guarded the window at dusk......

Doesn't that sound familiar?

Not bad!

A person sat lazily in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dusk scenery outside and the yellow leaves on the road, with a glass of red wine next to him, and his eyes looked lonely and sad into the distance......

Although Jiang Qin can see that the core of Wang Cheng's poem is not this, he knows that this is what most young women in literature and art can understand, because this is what most of them want and like.

Jiang Qin said softly: "Wang Cheng is usually so cold and ignores everyone, but I didn't expect to know women so well. ”

Peng Jie, Zhang Guobin, Zhang Yiheng, Tang Yuanpeng, Yu Renhua and others all nodded in agreement after hearing this.

They can all see that Wang Cheng's slow voice is the same as the song written earlier, almost all of them are euphemistic masterpieces written with a female vision.

If you don't have an absolutely deep understanding of women, you can't write this feeling that goes deep into the bone marrow and soul, and you can't make Wen Hanyue, Yu Hong, Wang Hongyi and other female literary and artistic young people so fascinated.

There was silence in the audience.

Wang Hongyi on the stage looked at Wang Cheng's slow voice, and he was indeed obsessed, and read it completely.

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. ”

"The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window alone, how can you be born dark! The sycamore is more drizzle, and it drips by dusk. This time, what a sad word! ”

After reading it, Wang Hongyi took another deep breath to calm himself down.

It was a real pleasure to read such a work, and she really wanted to scream to express her excitement.

However, she forcibly held back, she didn't want to lose her temper in front of Wang Cheng, looked at Wang Cheng who put down the brush, and said with a trembling voice: "Wang Gongzi is a masterpiece, the little woman admires it very much, it is the little girl who has an axe." ”

Wang Cheng looked at Wang Hongyi and didn't speak, just nodded lightly to Wang Hongyi to express a trace of approval, and then casually put away the sound that had just been written and the ink had not yet dried and put it together with his own work just now, and then picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

And Wang Hongyi and Wang Jianbin, as well as Wen Hanyue in the audience, Yu Hong and others all stared at the slow and slow real handwriting that Wang Cheng put away without blinking, seeing that Wang Cheng was so simple and casual to put it there, a trace of distress appeared on everyone's face, if this slow sound was damaged, they would definitely be sad and sad.

On the other side, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Han Xiao, An Keru, Lin Mi and others are also full of desire, hoping to get this work.

Although their literary literacy is not as profound as Yu Hong, Wang Hongyi, Wen Hanyue and others, they can also clearly feel that every word of this poem seems to be written in their hearts, which makes them more excited than the masterpieces of euphemism they have memorized in textbooks since childhood.

Du Wei, Zhang Hanwen and others at the same table were even more shocked in their eyes, and their moods were extremely complicated.

Only at this moment did they really feel how huge the gap between Wang Cheng and them was, and it was impossible to describe it if it was not at the same level, it could only be said that it was one heaven and one underground.

Such a work......

They can't even write a word when they break their heads.

Du Wei said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng is really awesome! ”

Zhang Hanwen's face was also flushed with excitement, and he nodded approvingly: "Absolutely awesome!" ”

The two of them couldn't think of any crepe adjectives at this time, they could only say that they were awesome.

Wang Jianbin smiled bitterly and gave Wang Hongyi a comforting smile, hoping that Wang Hongyi would not be hit by Wang Cheng and would collapse from then on.

He has high hopes for Wang Hongyi, and Wang Hongyi's talent and performance did not disappoint him.

However, he was unlucky, and he was born in the same era as Wang Cheng.

was also defeated by Wang Cheng with the same word card and a work with the same core content, without any suspense.

Wang Jianbin looked at Wang Cheng and really felt that Wang Cheng was like the image of a big demon king at this time, who specifically destroyed the confidence of many rising stars in the literary world.

Backstage, Liu Haofeng, Li Cheng, Zhang Hui and others were also excited.

But......

Zhou Zhihong walked over quickly, holding a piece of paper in his hand, looking excited.

Liu Haofeng, Li Cheng, Zhang Huizhong, Wu Tong, Li Guang and others all quickly flashed in their eyes!

The ratings are out?

Several people quickly walked towards Zhou Zhihong.

(End of chapter)