[242, the youngest professor, invitation to the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Society]

"Su Xiaoyou, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, versatile, can be called a generation of grandmasters, and he admires him so much."

As he spoke, Qian Muwen actually bowed deeply to Su Qingyun.

Qian Muwen is also a big family, and there are very few people who can enter his eyes and look at the world.

Not to mention a young man like Su Qingyun!

Su Qingyun came back to his senses from his thoughts, and his face regained calm:

"Qian Lao has won awards, and there is no end to learning, and my skills are not worth mentioning."

"Xiaoyou is too modest, your artistic level can already start a sect, and fame and fortune are within your reach."

Qian Muwen has devoted himself to learning for decades, and he knows in his heart that the traditional culture of the world today is very withered, but in the hearts of the Chinese people, things like qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are treasures left by our ancestors, and the Chinese people have a deep admiration and yearning for them in their bones.

Su Qingyun laughed to himself: "The old man said that he was joking, it was too troublesome to start a sect! I just want to live a simple life and do whatever it takes."

"Yes, it's admirable to be young but not arrogant." Qian Muwen's eyes showed deep appreciation.

He admired Su Qingyun's indifference very much, there are really not many people who can see through fame and fortune at this age.

At this time, he pointed to the painting on the desk and asked Su Qingyun:

"Su Xiaoyou, there is a strong sadness in this painting, and this word is also a word of lovesickness, could it be that Xiaoyou is thinking about which girl?"

Su Qingyun was in a trance, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"She was the most important person in my life, like a beam of light that shone on my dark life."

"However, there are many regrets in life, she and I are now separated by two worlds, and we will never see each other again in this life."

When it came to his wife in his previous life, Su Qingyun's eyes were full of melancholy.

Qian Muwen nodded, and when he saw that Su Qingyun said that they were separated by two worlds, he thought that he was referring to the separation of yin and yang, so he comforted:

"Su Xiaoyou, mourn! People can't be resurrected after death, Su Xiaoyou is in his youth, and he will be accompanied by a lover in the future!"

Speaking of this, Qian Muwen suddenly thought of something, slapped his forehead and said:

"Su Xiaoyou, what do you think of Teacher Lin Qingyin?"

"Lin Qingyin?"

Su Qingyun was stunned, not knowing why Qian Muwen suddenly asked this question, and replied with some astonishment:

"Lin... Teacher Lin, it's beautiful, intellectual, and gentle!"

Qian Muwen grabbed Su Qingyun's arm and asked, "Then do you like it?"

"This ......"

Su Qingyun touched his nose and replied embarrassedly:

"Such a girl would be liked by a boy, but, old Qian, what are you asking for? What do you mean?"

Qian Muwen smiled and said, "Su Xiaoyou, Teacher Lin Qingyin likes you very much, or I will be a matchmaker, you two get along, if it is appropriate, we will get married, and you will be my grandson-in-law in the future!"

"Ah????h

Su Qingyun is full of question marks, I am going to get married without a single glance of these eight words, and how do you know that Teacher Lin Qingyin likes me?

Wait a minute!

Son-in-law?

Su Qingyun looked at Qian Muwen suspiciously, and said:

"Old Qian? What did you just say about your grandson-in-law, could it be ......?"

Qian Muwen smiled and nodded: "That's right, Lin Qingyin is my granddaughter, because I was afraid that it would not affect me well at school, so I never said it."

Speaking of this, Qian Muwen suddenly lowered his voice and said quietly:

"Su Xiaoyou, my granddaughter is quiet and gentle, well-behaved and obedient, and very traditional, and has never been in love!"

"Also, her father is very rich, a real estate tycoon, with assets of tens of billions, and there is only such a baby daughter!"

"If you take her down, not only will you be able to hold the beauty, but you will also be able to inherit tens of billions of family assets in the future!"

"Do you think it's a good deal?"

Qian Muwen squeezed his eyebrows at Su Qingyun as he spoke, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Su Qingyun was a little speechless, this old man, teaching other men to soak his granddaughter, it is really disrespectful to the old!

"Old Qian, isn't it okay for you to be like this?"

Qian Muwen shook his head: "What's wrong, the male should get married, and the female should get married!" You two are not minors, and it is normal for men and women to love each other!"

Su Qingyun said, "Old Qian, it's better to follow the fate of your feelings!"

Qian Muwen was dissatisfied: "What is casualness? How can such a thing be left to chance? Cook the raw rice first, it's better to make your belly bigger, and when you have a child, everything is a sure thing!"

Su Qingyun: "......"

Depend on!!!

This old man is so improper!

However, Su Qingyun had only seen Lin Qingyin twice, and even though Qian Muwen had a lotus tongue, he was still unmoved.

Seeing this, Qian Muwen could only sigh deeply in his heart.

He glanced down at the calligraphy and paintings, and said, "Little friend, you haven't paid yet."

Hearing this, Su Qingyun nodded, left his name on the calligraphy and painting, and took out his seal from his arms and stamped it.

At this point, a painting is complete.

Qian Muwen looked at the payment, and admired it carefully for about ten minutes, and finally sighed:

"Dacai, Su Qingyun Xiaoyou is really an immortal, please accept the old man's worship."

As he spoke, he actually bent down to Su Qingyun and bowed, and Su Qingyun hurriedly held on:

"Qian Laoyan is serious, you are tormenting me, the kid can't bear it!"

"Stand it, stand it." After Qian Muwen finished speaking, he asked again:

"Su Xiaoyou, I also have some research on calligraphy, your font is chic and elegant, it seems to be cursive, and it is not exactly, dare to ask what kind of font is this?"

Hearing this, Su Qingyun smiled and said, "Writing is writing, why do you have to separate fonts? People are very different, and the words that are written are also very different."

"I never try to imitate other people's fonts, I just do what I want, I write as I like."

Listening to Su Qingyun's words, Qian Muwen was shocked again, is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?

With a book in hand, it's like creating your own font!

Alas, people are more popular than dead people!

In the end, Qian Muwen stared at Su Qingyun eagerly, rubbed his hands and said:

"Little friend Su Qingyun, look at this painting...... I think... Can I ......?"

Qian Muwen said hesitantly, seemingly embarrassed.

Su Qingyun laughed and said, "Qian Lao likes this painting, I'll give it to you."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Qian Muwen's face immediately showed ecstasy, but after a few seconds, he was a little reluctant to say:

"It's not okay, this painting is too valuable!"

Su Qingyun shook his head and said disapprerovingly: "It's just a painting, just wave your hand, how can you talk about preciousness?"

"Wrong."

Qian Muwen sighed and said, "Little friend, you still don't recognize your own value!"

Qian Muwen looked at Su Qingyun's paintings as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"From the point of view of artistic value and literary value, your works can no longer be measured by money, whether it is the painting style or the calligraphy font, it is enough to start a sect."

Su Qingyun listened and shook his head, not too concerned.

Qian Muwen looked at it and said, "What's more, with your current fame, this painting will start with tens of millions of dollars if it is auctioned!"

That's just as well!

Su Qingyun nodded, but still didn't care too much.

Seeing that Su Qingyun was so indifferent to money, Qian Muwen nodded secretly, got up and made a pot of tea, and said:

"Xiaoyou, I have been inviting you to come to Luzhou, and I want to have a good chat with you about Chinese studies, poetry, etc., and today I finally arrived."

Hearing Qian Muwen's words, Sue

Qingyun did not refuse, and the two talked about poetry and articles, from articles to calligraphy and painting, and finally the two talked about ancient music. From ancient art to modern art, of course, most of the time Su Qingyun was talking, and Qian Muwen listened carefully.

In the end, Qian Muwen was completely shocked by Su Qingyun's profound knowledge and elegant conversation, and the two of them were hearty, and the old and the young were even introduced to each other as confidants.

"Little friend Su Qingyun, would you like to come to my Luzhou University as a visiting professor!" Qian Muwen sent out an invitation.

"What? You want me to be a university professor?"

Su Qingyun stared at the smiling old man in front of him, a little dazed!

University professors?

I can't even think about it!

Although Luzhou University is not as well-known as Qingbei Resumption of Diplomatic Relations and C9 Alliance!

But it is also located in the provincial capital and is the best comprehensive university in Hui Province.

Besides, any professor now has at least a doctorate, and he has to publish many papers in international core journals and achieve important results!

That's it, if you want to become a professor, you have to talk about seniority, stay up time, and work up seniority to have a chance to be evaluated!

But Su Qingyun is only twenty-two years old, and he only has a bachelor's degree, so he became a college professor, which is too shocking!

However, Qian Muwen stared at Su Qingyun and said very seriously:

"Alas, as the old saying goes, heroes don't ask where they come from, your talent, it's a condescension to give you a professor!"

Su Qingyun said, "However, I am young and knowledgeable, so I am afraid of causing criticism!"

Qian Muwen retorted: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born as teenagers, you are full of wealth and talent, do you have to keep it hidden?"

"Even if I beg you for those students, you can say anything to them, and they will benefit a lot!" Qian Muwen pleaded.

Su Qingyun still said with some hesitation: "But, I don't have time, Qian Lao, you know I'm very busy!"

Qian Muwen nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if you're busy, you're just a guest professor, just come over and give a few lectures when you have time, and you don't have any other requirements!"

Seeing that the old man had said everything, Su Qingyun couldn't refuse.

But it should be fun to think about being a professor, and it should be interesting to teach another group of young people who are younger or even older than you at a young age.

Thinking about it, Su Qingyun pretended to be reluctant and said:

"Forget it, I'll give you an old face, but I can explain, I can't take a few classes a year, and I don't speak well, don't blame me."

Seeing Su Qingyun promise himself, Qian Muwen said happily:

"No problem, I'll just communicate with the leaders of the school, with your talent, being a visiting professor is more than enough."

Qian Muwen was excited, and he almost danced, in his eyes, if Su Qingyun's talent could not be disseminated, it would be too wasteful.

Soon, Qian Muwen finished communicating with the school leaders and said to Su Qingyun:

"Okay, Su Xiaoyou, in the future, you will be a visiting professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Luzhou University."

"The school will go through the process in the next few days, the letter of appointment and the certificate will be mailed to you later, and as for the salary, it will also be issued according to the normal professor, ensuring that everything is legal and compliant!"

How could an artist like Su Qingyun, who is so knowledgeable and famous all over the world, come to a school like Luzhou University to be a visiting professor?

If this matter is publicized, it will also be very beneficial to their recruitment work.

In a daze, Su Qingyun became a university professor.

This is probably the youngest university professor in the world!

"By the way, Su Xiaoyou, in two days it will be the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Meeting, with Xiaoyou's talent, he is fully qualified to participate in this poetry meeting!"

"We have exactly two places in Luzhou University, and when the time comes, Su Xiaoyou will participate as a professor at my Luzhou University!"

As he spoke, Qian Muwen took out an invitation card from his bag and handed it to Su Qingyun.

"King Teng

Pavilion Poetry Club? What's that?" Su Qingyun looked at the invitation card in his hand and wondered.

Qian Muwen explained, "The Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Meeting, held every three years in Hung Du, Tay Giang Province, is very lively when celebrities from all walks of life come to sing wine and talk about friends."

"If you go, you will definitely be able to come out on top and win the reputation of the king of poetry!"

Qian Muwen was full of confidence in Su Qingyun.

Moreover, Su Qingyun is now a visiting professor at Luzhou University!

If Su Qingyun wins the first place, it will also win the honor for their Luzhou University!

However, Su Qingyun was not interested in this!

He remembered the last young man who participated in the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Meeting and shocked the literary world, called Wang Bo!

One of his "Prefaces to the Pavilion of King Teng" is known as the first prose of the ages, which has been passed down for thousands of years and endured! Look at the book

An article uses more than 20 allusions, gives birth to more than 30 idioms, and has become a nightmare for countless high school students!

Unfortunately, not long after Wang Bo finished writing the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", when he returned from visiting his father in Jiaozhi, he unfortunately drowned and died of palpitations.

Since then, there has been one less genius boy in the world!

Su Qingyun doesn't want to be the second Wang Bo!

However, at this moment, Su Qingyun's mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, Xiao Zhao, what's the matter?"

It was Zhao Han, the secretary of the Traditional Poetry Association, who called.

Zhao Han said cautiously, "Su Shen, let me tell you something, didn't I invite you to participate in the Three Kingdoms Poetry Exchange Conference last time?"

"But our president Zhang Lingtong thinks that you are too young and wants to test you before deciding whether to invite you to participate!"

Hearing this, Su Qingyun frowned, but he was quickly relieved!

This three-country exchange conference, after all, is related to the image of the country and the face of our dragon people!

It's normal for the other party to be cautious!

"Oh, I see, it's okay, I understand! I wonder how President Zhang wants to test me?"

Zhao Han hurriedly said, "Su Shen, it's very simple."

"In two days, it will be the Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Meeting, and we would like to invite you to join us!"

"When the time comes, you can write a poem or two at the poetry meeting to prove your strength!"