Qin Shangran and others in the background were also very excited.

The people in the program team have the most complicated and contradictory feelings.

That is, I hope that someone can defeat Wang Cheng, so that the effect of the show will definitely explode, and the ratings of this episode of the show will definitely explode.

However, Qin Shangran and the others didn't want Wang Cheng to be defeated in public.

One is that Qin Shangran and others also have a heart of literature and art in their hearts, and they don't want a perfect writer like Wang Cheng to be defeated in public here, which will affect Wang Cheng and the image and value of all Wang Cheng's works in their hearts!

And another reason is that from the standpoint of people in the entertainment industry, Qin Shangran, like Li Guang and Zhang Hui, all hope to earn more value from Wang Cheng, and naturally hopes that Wang Cheng's value will be as high as possible, and the higher the popularity, the better, although they will also pay more to get the opportunity to cooperate with Wang Cheng, but they are willing.

Because the more you give, the more you get.

However, once Wang Cheng is defeated and his image is no longer so perfect, then his value will be greatly reduced, and maybe only half of it will be cut in half!

Then the value they get from Wang Cheng will be much, much less!

So!

Standing on this position, Qin Shangran and the others didn't want Wang Cheng to fail here.

The leadership of many program groups has a complicated look.

"I hope Wang Cheng can be inspired!"

Qin Shangran said softly: "Even if you can't write a Shangyuan word that can be called the first in the ages like the Qingyu case, you have to write a slightly inferior poem." If it's too bad, it's really dangerous! ”

Qin Shangran's eyes looked at the area where the quiet literary circles gathered, as a big man who grew up in the Beijing circle, he naturally knew that the Chinese literary scene had been turbulent recently, and now many people were holding back their strength to find an opportunity to defeat Wang Cheng, that is to say, there may be many people who have prepared good works and are waiting for the opportunity.

The director of the program group next to him said softly: "Don't dare to fail or succeed, today's show will definitely succeed." The impact is all later, and the impact on our CCTV is not great! If Wang Cheng didn't have such a terrifying attraction, our CCTV position might be more stable! ”

Qin Shangran looked at the director, although a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, he had to admit that his words were reasonable.

Without Wang Cheng, how could local TV stations create ratings of more than four points? How can it threaten CCTV's position? Isn't CCTV's position more stable?

Wang Cheng is the only chance for many local stations and small TV stations to counterattack and rise.

Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Wang Hongyi and others in the guest seat all held their breath and stared at Wang Cheng with wide eyes.

And among them, Wen Hanyue, who is from the circle of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, also has a glimmer of light in her eyes, she is also prepared this time, if Wang Cheng really plays abnormally, then she will also compete for this opportunity.

Under the watchful eye of all.

Wang Cheng on the stage picked up the brush and dipped ink in the inkstone that Pan Yao grinded, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes!

This favorite work in his previous life is about to be written after all!

The brush slowly fell on the white paper, at this moment, Wang Cheng paid attention to his whole body, revealing an absolute seriousness all over his body, the brush moved slowly on the paper, every stroke, every stroke was invested in the spirit of the whole body!

And when it's written out one stroke at a time......

All the people who knew calligraphy stood up instantly.

Because, Wang Cheng's calligraphy is not calligraphy, nor cursive, nor regular script, it is a new calligraphy font that they have never seen!

It is a bit similar to the line of calligraphy, and a little similar to the regular script, but it is not two calligraphy fonts, there is a little more elegant and upright, the real like a silver hook iron painting, and each word contains a trace of ethereal fairy spirit, as if to fly away at any time.

"What kind of calligraphy is this? Was it his originality? ”

Wang Jianbin's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself full of doubts, his eyes full of amazement.

Although Zhang Guobin has not really entered the realm of calligraphy masters, he has already stepped into this realm with one foot, his vision is extraordinary, and he said softly: "It seems to integrate the characteristics of several kinds of calligraphy, but at the same time it is more beautiful, and it has a more square and ethereal atmosphere." It could really be his original calligraphy font. After all, his attainments in calligraphy are already unprecedented, and there can be no realm of comers in the future, and he himself has no way to enter, so he created his own calligraphy font, so as to go one step further and become the existence of the founding school in the field of calligraphy! ”

The old man Han, who had not spoken all the time, said in a somewhat excited voice: "Then he is really amazing, it can be said that he is the first person in the field of ancient calligraphy without dispute!" ”

The admiration of several people made some other people around him a little dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to say it in public.

Because, Wang Cheng is not a cat and a dog without achievements, but the real first person in cursive calligraphy, calligraphy is comparable to Wang Youjun's super calligraphy master, such a calligraphy master to create a unique calligraphy font of his own, but also no brush.

You don't see that some calligraphers who have just entered the house now dare to open a live broadcast and write a few strokes casually, saying that they are new calligraphy created by themselves, and then buy traffic and blow it ......

A calligraphy master like Wang Cheng, who surpassed all the ancients, created his own calligraphy font, and absolutely no one dared to make irresponsible remarks.

The most important thing is that even these people who are not convinced by Wang Cheng, at this time, looking at the new calligraphy font written by Wang Cheng carefully, they have to admit in their hearts that this calligraphy font is indeed very artistic, and it looks very beautiful.

How can they question such a new calligraphic font?

There is no question, they can only automatically skip the calligraphy and look at Wang Cheng's works instead, or try to defeat Wang Cheng from the work itself.

Anyway, they never thought of defeating Wang Cheng in terms of calligraphy......

After all, with Wang Cheng's calligraphy realm, even if Wang Youjun is reborn, at most he can have a tie with Wang Cheng.

Everyone stood up and looked at every word that Wang Cheng wrote down one by one!

"Water tune song head...... Is it Song Ci? ”

A middle-aged man whispered.

And Luo Xue also said softly: "Water tune song head, double tone, ninety-five words!" This is also a relatively long article in Song Ci. ”

The people around nodded lightly when they heard this, among the many literary people, not everyone is a straw bag, especially those who can come here today to find a chance to defeat Wang Cheng, basically they are all really talented, and soon they all remembered the information of this word card, and began to think about how to deal with it in their hearts.

But......

When I think of the Song Ci written by Wang Cheng, everyone's heart is full of pressure.

Qingyu case, Man Jianghong, Nian Nujiao, a cut plum, slow voice, Queqiao Immortal and so on! Each capital is a masterpiece that can be handed down through the ages, no worse than the masterpieces of several great writers in the Song Dynasty at their peak, and even slightly better.

Therefore, they didn't dare to challenge Wang Cheng's ancient lyrics.

Under everyone's gaze, the pen in Wang Cheng's hand is writing faster and faster, and the breath in his heart is brewing in place, not spitting out or unhappy, so the pen moves with his heart, and every stroke is full of elegant fairy energy!

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. ”

The first two sentences were written quickly, and Wang Jianbin's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't help but praise in a low voice: "Okay!" The beginning is a bold atmosphere, well written! ”

The others around them were speechless, because this opening had extinguished all their hearts that were about to move, and they instantly woke up, and their bodies were a little cold!

Zhang Guobin smiled slightly bitterly: "Wang Cheng is still that Wang Cheng, these first two sentences are enough to pass on to the world!" In addition, this is the first time that Wang Cheng has publicly written that his unique calligraphy font is very significant! This calligraphy font, I personally like it, and I have time to try to practice. ”

Wang Jianbin smiled but did not speak, as the head of the Chinese Department of Mizuki, he is also a master of calligraphy, but he dare not say it casually.

Even if Zhang Guobin also represents the identity of the vice president of Beijing University, this statement can be regarded as a new calligraphy font that clearly supports Wang Cheng.

However, Wang Jianbin still wants to wait and see!

And Wang Cheng's brush moved quickly, like a knife and gun, stimulating everyone's mind!

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world! ”

Hiss!

Finish writing on the top.

Wang Cheng paused slightly.

There was silence at the scene, except for the sound of obvious inhalation.

Everyone was staring at the new calligraphy font with wide eyes, staring at the words that made their hearts tremble!

Wen Hanyue muttered softly to herself, "How is it possible? Why? Is this something that a human being can write? Why can't I write it? ”

Yu Hong next to him read softly: "When is the bright moon, ask Qingtian for wine." I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world! ”

Thinking of it, Yu Hong's eyes gradually blurred, looking at Wang Cheng's figure, full of fascination and admiration!

Wang Hongyi, Chen Yuqi, Liang Xiaoliang and others next to them also had similar expressions, at this time they admired and infatuated Wang Cheng more than Wen Yixiao and Zhu Ziqi, because they were all really talented literary and artistic young people, and they understood the meaning and immeasurable value of these words and calligraphy written by Wang Cheng at this time.

However, Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, An Keru and the others all had a hint of joy in their eyes, because they had all seen Wang Cheng write this kind of thin gold calligraphy before, so they had long had expectations and psychological preparations in their hearts, and at this time, seeing Wang Cheng write it shocked everyone, and they were also snickering in their hearts - they knew it earlier than others.

Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin and others not far away were silent, but they all clenched their palms and trembled slightly, showing the excitement in their hearts!

They have a hunch that they are going to witness the birth of an ancient poetry work that has been handed down through the ages!

Pan Yao, who was standing beside Wang Cheng grinding ink, seemed to be dripping with water in her eyes, she felt that Wang Cheng wrote the dance to figure out the shadow, how it seemed to be in the world, what she wrote was the dance she had just written!

To make up for it, Wang Cheng wrote this amazing ancient poetry work to her......

However, Wang Cheng himself didn't care about the looks of other people around him, and after writing Shangque, he took a little brewing and resting with the brush, and then continued to write down the pen and began to write down.

One by one, the thin gold font that was infused with his spirit jumped on the paper again.

"Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep."

Everyone followed Wang Cheng's brush at this time and read it softly, but they all lowered their voices as much as possible, as if they were afraid of disturbing Wang Cheng.

"There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete."

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Hiss!

The scene was silent again.

Everyone took a deep breath again, to suppress their excitement and wanted to yell.

Wang Xueming, who was sitting in the audience, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands and wanted to smoke one, but suddenly woke up to the wrong occasion, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, and then looked at Wang Cheng on the middle stage with amazement and admiration and longing, as well as the paper on the table in front of Wang Cheng!

"How much? Can it be bought? ”

Wang Xueming's heart was full of such thoughts, constantly thinking about his family property, and even had an urge to stud. He has been a literary and artistic young man since he was a child, but because of his talent and strength, he has not made any achievements in literature, but he likes many classic works.

Therefore, he often sponsors some talented but poor literary and artistic people to buy their ordinary works at a high price, improve their lives, and let them carry out literary and artistic creations with peace of mind.

If he can exchange all of Wang Cheng's works, he has an impulse at this time and is willing to give all his 100 billion net worth to Wang Cheng.

With hundreds of billions of assets, he bought all of Wang Cheng's works, including this water-tune song head, as well as the many heirloom works that he had been thinking about!

On the stage, Pan Yao, who was standing next to Wang Cheng, also maintained a posture of grinding ink and stood beside Wang Cheng blankly, staring at every word on the table with her eyes, and her brain was a little blank.

The host next to him was also in a daze.

Qin Shangran, who was backstage, directly snatched the walkie-talkie of the director of the program group who was also in a daze, and quickly said: "Host, talk quickly, don't be cold, just read Wang Cheng's works again!" ”

After speaking, Qin Shangran's facial muscles trembled slightly, he stretched out his hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took it a few times before taking out one, and did not light it, but hung it directly on his mouth to calm his emotions.

Zhang Huizhong next to him, Li Guang, Wu Tong and others were also in a daze.

The host on the stage was awakened by Qin Shangran's words, his body trembled, and then his voice was a little stiff and said, "Great, great!" I didn't know how to describe this piece for a while. The only thought in my mind at this time was that this should not be a literary work that should appear in the world! ”

"Water tune song head."

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is beyond words. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world! ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done to say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Rumble......

As the host finished reading, the voice became more and more excited and louder, and everyone gradually sobered up.

Subsequently......

Bursting applause rang out.

Wang Jianbin, Zhang Guobin and many other literary figures, as well as Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, An Keru, Zhu Ziqi, Wang Hongyi, Yu Hong, Wen Hanyue, Liang Xiaoliang, Chen Yuqi, Tang Yuanpeng, Yang Yi and others all stood and applauded vigorously, their faces were slightly red, and their eyes were full of excitement.

"If I write this, I'm willing to die soon!"

Wen Hanyue shouted excitedly in her heart.

Even the highest-ranking old men in today's literary world stood up at this time, applauding vigorously with a slight flush on their faces, and their eyes flashed with light.

No one is qualified to sit in front of such a work.

(End of chapter)