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Chapter 226 224. The Inscription of the Humble Room!The first contemporary script?

Li Chi looked at the words written by Wang Cheng, thought carefully, and then suddenly woke up.

Just now, he just looked at Wang Cheng's running script level, and was shocked for a while, and didn't think about the content carefully!

At this moment, when he looked at the content, he found out.

The content is actually more shocking.

Li Chi read the name softly: "The humble room inscription...?"

Zhang Huizhong quickly used the idle monitor next to him to play back the live video screen just recorded, which clearly recorded what Zhou Wen said: "This yard is a bit shabby, and it hasn't been properly renovated after buying it. Several guests and friends who came before Said that it should be repaired. I am planning to give a report to the program team in a few days and apply for some funds!"

The following is what Wang Cheng said: "I think it's very good, there is no need to renovate, so that we can have a real sense of rural life. This is a rural area, why do you want to do all the new and modern things?"

Li Chi's eyes flashed brightly: "So, Wang Cheng wrote this article because he had a sudden inspiration when he was chatting with Zhou Wen just now? Are you still using master-level calligraphy?"

Zhang Huizhong nodded softly: "This is the only reasonable explanation, the unreasonable thing is...he is only 19 years old..."

Li Chi stopped talking, and carefully stared at the lines of words that looked like works of art.

Even if the staff of the program group who didn't know much about calligraphy were watching it with great fascination at this time, they also knew that this was definitely a rare calligraphy work of art!
especially!
Everyone can see the extraordinary content in it.

Moreover, Wang Cheng's writing movements are like art in themselves.

Whether it was the scene or the work area of ​​the program group, it became extremely silent again!

Everyone stopped making a sound, and watched the scene carefully, watching every movement of Wang Cheng, and didn't want to break the tranquility of art just because they made a sound.

Only Han Xiao kept grinding the ink, and every movement was gentle and very regular. This is the ink grinding skill she learned since she was a child, but the quality of this inkstone is relatively average.

Wang Cheng kept dipping in the ink, and the pen moved like a snake, without stopping at all, and every word quickly appeared on the white paper.

When the last word fell, it happened to fill the entire paper, leaving a small blank space in the bottom right corner. After a little hesitation, Wang Cheng wrote down his name——Wang Cheng, and the time signature.

The whole paper is just full!
It was as if Wang Cheng had already calculated everything from the moment he started writing.

When Wang Cheng slowly put down the brush, the scene was still quiet!

Pairs of eyes looked at the text, and then at Wang Cheng, all a little shocked.

Except for Han Xiao, it was almost the first time for everyone else to see Wang Cheng write so many words, and Han Xiao also picked up many words written by Wang Cheng from the trash can when he was recording a program with Wang Cheng at Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV stations. , I have never seen Wang Cheng write so many words on the spot.

And Zhu Ziqi's mind went blank, and he couldn't believe what happened in front of him.

After all, Zhou Wen is the oldest, the most knowledgeable, and he has a good self-cultivation, so he quickly woke up, took a step forward and carefully looked at the words on the white paper on the table, and murmured in a slightly trembling voice: "Every word is like It is chic, running script and cursive script, and every word seems to be like a wandering dragon... I am afraid that Wang Xizhi is still alive, at most it is like this!"

"It is rumored that Wang Xizhi's cursive script is the best in the world, and he was conferred the sage of calligraphy. It's a pity that none of his works have been handed down, only copied versions. However, the ancients' evaluation of Wang Xizhi's cursive script is as floating as a cloud, as shocking as a dragon!"

"This picture has that kind of taste..."

"I have seen the works of all the calligraphers in China, among which the works of the two calligraphers of running script are the most researched, and I have a copy at home. However, compared with Wang Cheng's work, they are all inferior!"

Zhou Wen praised the comments with his face full of admiration, and his eyes couldn't bear to leave the words above, as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world. Looking at the lines of words, his eyes sparkled even more, and he said excitedly: "However, the most surprising thing is Yes, this work of yours was created temporarily."

Shaking his head slightly, Zhou Wen began to read: "The humble room inscription."

"If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a shabby room, but my virtue is sweet. The steps on the terrace are green, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great Confucians in talking and laughing, and there are no white people in communication. It can be adjusted Suqin, read the golden scriptures. There is no messy ear of silk and bamboo, no labor form of case. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion."

"Confucius said, why is there such a thing?"

finished reading...

There was silence again.

Everyone can hear that this is a very typical ancient prose, and it is of a very high standard, which fits well with the scene here.

This is the rarest!
Zhou Wen immediately clasped his fists in both hands, bowed at ninety degrees to Wang Cheng, and said in a sincere and excited voice: "Wang Cheng, thank you for writing this article for me and this house. With your article, I feel I haven't lived in vain in my life. However, it's still ridiculous, I haven't reached the realm you wrote about!"

Wang Cheng didn't speak...

Han Xiao looked at Zhou Wen, and said with a serious face, "Mr. Zhou, how do you know that Wang Cheng wrote it to you? Wang Cheng did write here because of his feelings, but I think it was written by Wang Cheng to himself." Yes. This is a portrayal of Wang Cheng's own life..."

At this moment, several people around woke up.

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi all gave Zhou Wen a bad look. They knew that Zhou Wen's words were to announce that Wang Cheng gave him this work, and thus obtained Wang Cheng's handwriting.

And Han Xiao started to help Wang Cheng fight for this work, not wanting to leave this work to Zhou Wen.

However, Wang Cheng himself didn't seem to care about this.

for a moment...

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi thought about it for a while, and they all knew that at this time they had to unite to help Han Xiao. Zhou Wen was an outsider after all.

Wang Cheng's works are absolutely not allowed to fall into the hands of outsiders.

They also don't want to be obtained by the other party...

Therefore, the best way is to let Wang Cheng take care of it himself. In the end, whoever can become Wang Cheng's hostess will be the master of this work.

An Keru immediately said: "Mr. Zhou, I think what Han Xiao said is reasonable. This is what Wang Cheng wrote about his own feelings. I can see that Wang Cheng likes this place very much and enjoys life here. In fact, he What I wrote is about his life and feelings here on this day, which may not have much to do with you."

Wen Yixiao also nodded in agreement: "Mr. Zhou, yes, this is the true portrayal of Wang Cheng himself."

Zhu Ziqi nodded: "Mr. Zhou, you think too much..."

Facing the siege of the four people, Zhou Wen was speechless. He could also see that the content in it was more in line with Wang Cheng. Cheng is very similar.

He looked at the handwriting with reluctance, and then looked at Wang Cheng: "Wang Cheng, can you leave this handwriting to me? You and I hit it off right away, feeling like an old friend we haven't seen for many years... My favorite thing in life is calligraphy..."

Wang Cheng just sat on the recliner and picked up his thermos cup to take a sip of water, and said calmly: "This is just a momentary feeling I just had while looking at the scenery of the yard."

Zhou Wen said happily in an instant: "So, how about leaving this writing in this yard? It just fits the scenery here..."

Han Xiao said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng's new house is going to be renovated soon. Of course, it's best to hang Wang Cheng's own works in his own room. What do you think, Wang Cheng?"

Han Xiao looked at Wang Cheng, hoping that Wang Cheng could take this work back.

She already regards herself as the half mistress of Wang Cheng's family, and Wang Cheng's works are her works.

As a descendant of a scholarly family, she has practiced calligraphy with her grandfather, one of the master calligraphers, and has a clearer understanding of this work.

She knew that if this calligraphy work got out, it might cause shocks in the entire Chinese calligraphy circle.

The only two running script masters in China bow their heads in front of this calligraphy!
Based on her knowledge, it is not an exaggeration to call this calligraphy the first contemporary calligraphy work.

She doesn't know if the works of the ancients are better than Wang Cheng's calligraphy work.

However, among all the calligraphy masters alive today, there is absolutely no one whose running script works can compare with Wang Cheng's work.

Including her grandpa!
Therefore, the collection value of this work is extremely astonishing, and the future appreciation space is also very huge.

She didn't want to leave this commemorative work with such a collection value to Zhou Wen. It made Zhou Wen cheaper in vain, and she never thought of including it in her pocket. It would be the best destination to take it back and hang it in Wang Cheng's new house!

As for Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, and An Keru, their eyes lit up. When they heard the news that Wang Cheng was going to decorate a new house from Han Xiao's words, they felt a little sad in their hearts.

Han Xiao knew that Wang Cheng was going to decorate a new house, but none of them knew.

An Keru took advantage of the situation and smiled and said, "That's right, this painting is perfect for hanging in Wang Cheng's new house. By the way, Wang Cheng, you are moving to a new house, and you should invite me then!"

Wen Yixiao was slightly excited. She knew where Wang Cheng's new house was, and there was news about the house she asked Zheng Wenzhong to help find. When the time came to negotiate and buy it, she could become neighbors with Wang Cheng. At that time, she could give Wang Cheng Cheng was pleasantly surprised, and smiled immediately: "Wang Cheng, don't forget me when you move to a new house, I will prepare a gift for you!"

Zhu Ziqi: "And me, Wang Cheng..."

Wang Cheng glanced at a few people, ignored their request to come to the door, but looked at the writing, and said lightly: "This writing is one of the few words I wrote seriously, so take it back and hang it on the Let me study."

Zhou Wen's face was filled with disappointment, but Wang Cheng, the rightful lord, had already spoken, and he couldn't force him to stay. Then he quickly figured it out, smiled freely, and said, "This humble room inscription is indeed in line with your realm, Wang Cheng. I don't know if yours is a shabby room..."

Wang Cheng said with a smile: "It's not considered a shabby room, so it won't be hung in the living room, but hung in the study to entertain ourselves."

Zhou Wen's eyes still couldn't bear to leave the picture. This is the most high-level cursive calligraphy he has ever seen in his life. It is almost beyond the scope of his knowledge. But thinking that Wang Cheng is only 19 years old, he is even more so Shocked, he looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Wang Cheng, I really didn't expect that you are still a hidden master of cursive script. I think your individual attainments in running script and cursive script are not low, right?"

Wang Cheng smiled lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a little involved."

Zhou Wen smiled wryly, feeling a little helpless at Wang Cheng's modesty.

If he can have one-tenth of Wang Cheng's level, he will die without regret.

However, Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, and An Keru all knew that Wang Cheng was not being modest, but telling the truth.

Although the cursive level of Wang Cheng's work can be regarded as No. 1 in contemporary times, it can also be regarded as one of the top calligraphers in the thousands of years of Chinese history.

but……

They knew that this was really not Wang Cheng's limit.

The last time they saw Wang Cheng's original and elegant calligraphy in the Tomorrow Idol program group, it was at the level of a school!

However, Wang Cheng didn't write or say anything, and they also kept silent to help Wang Cheng keep this secret.

They also don't want Wang Cheng's information to be known too much by the outside world. Enjoying Wang Cheng's unique secret is one of their joys.

In Zhang Huizhong not far away, Li Chi's face was full of helplessness, bitterness, and remorse.

Li Chi said excitedly: "Old Zhou, he lost the chain at a critical moment. If this calligraphy can be preserved, it will definitely elevate our program to a higher level."

Zhang Huizhong smiled wryly and shook his head: "Don't think about it, we can't keep it. Even if Wang Cheng doesn't take it away, we can't keep it. When the show is broadcast, this work will definitely cause looting..."

Li Chi was surprised: "So popular?"

Zhang Huizhong shook his head and said firmly: "It will only be more popular than what I said. According to my judgment, this work by Wang Cheng can be said to be the first modern calligraphy work, and this work itself still has a certain literary value. The standard is extremely high, and it is not weak in the face of famous calligraphy works in history. How precious do you think? Our director may not be able to keep it!"

Li Chi's eyes widened slightly, and after a few seconds of silent thinking, he nodded helplessly, knowing that what Zhang Huizhong said was true.

This kind of work is the favorite of many rich and important people...

They will definitely find a way to include it in their collections.

The entire Shonan Satellite TV may not be able to keep...

and so.

Being taken away by Wang Cheng himself may be the best destination, at least they can still know that this work is with Wang Cheng.

But if they are taken away by others, then they don't know whose hands they will fall into.

Immediately, Li Chi said in a complicated tone: "I really didn't expect that Wang Cheng is still a hidden master of calligraphy. When it is broadcast, I don't know how many people will be shocked. If we can ask Wang Cheng in private for a calligraphy Well, I will definitely keep it as a family heirloom.”

Zhang Huizhong shook his head: "I think so too, but looking at Wang Cheng like that, is it possible?"

Zhang Huizhong knew that this was almost impossible.

If possible, he would ask Wang Cheng for a pair of calligraphy right now.

But Wang Cheng has always been reticent. He knew that Guo Shouxin and Liu Jiahui might have discovered Wang Cheng's identity as a calligraphy master in the Tomorrow Idol program group, but they didn't get a piece of Wang Cheng's work, which means they want Wang Cheng His works are extremely difficult, which may be the reason why those guys kept Wang Cheng a secret.

Now the masters of calligraphy in China are dying, and it is almost time to die. Each of the calligraphy masters who are still alive can be regarded as national treasures and cultural treasures. Each of their works is of high value. Each of their masterpieces starts at least tens of thousands. It is not uncommon for a piece of work to be tens of millions easily, and when the author dies, the value will increase by at least ten times.

If you can collect one of the works of those calligraphy masters, you will earn money.

Therefore, on the market, the works of those masters are rarely circulated, and basically they are hidden by collectors, and they will not be taken out again, and they will continue to appreciate in value after waiting.

And now...

A new calligrapher has appeared, with a higher level of calligraphy, and its value will definitely be even more astonishing.

If one of Wang Cheng's works can be collected now, Zhang Huizhong will definitely hide it at home and pass it on to future generations as his most precious legacy.

Zhang Huizhong was thinking, staring at Wang Cheng on the screen without blinking, feeling as if he was looking at an inexhaustible treasure, but he made up his mind that he must cooperate with Wang Cheng at any cost in the future. You can ask Wang Cheng for a calligraphy painting.

……

on site!

The emotions of several people have gradually calmed down.

Han Xiao and An Keru knew more about artworks, so they helped Wang Cheng put away the calligraphy so that they could be brought back to Shanghai.

Zhou Wen's attitude towards Wang Cheng became more respectful, even a little cautious, for fear that he would offend Wang Cheng by saying the wrong thing, so he always spoke politely...

In the afternoon, when the recording of this program ended.

Zhou Wen, Zhang Huizhong, and Li Chi all came to see Wang Cheng off as if they were juniors. Everyone had respect on their faces and came to shake hands with Wang Cheng one after another, all with a low profile.

Zhou Wen: "Teacher Wang Cheng, I hope to continue working with you next time. This recording of the show is definitely the happiest time in my life."

Li Chi: "Wang Cheng, go slowly, we will continue to cooperate next time!"

Zhang Huizhong said seriously: "Wang Cheng, as long as Rubik's Cube Entertainment let go, I will invite you over and build you a stage that is most suitable for your performance!"

Wang Cheng was noncommittal to the three people's politeness, and smiled lightly.

This made the assistants who came to pick up Wang Cheng, as well as the managers who picked up Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi, were full of doubts. People are so solemn and serious, even with respect, this is a scene they have never seen before!

When they were recording a show before, they would leave when it was over. It would be nice if the director and producer of the show came to say hello. When did they come to see them off so solemnly?I don't know what kind of big person is here...

Zhou Wen watched Wang Cheng get in the car and leave, sighed, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his daughter Zhou Yunmiao: "Forget it, girl, you are not worthy of her!"

Zhou Yunmiao, who went to school in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, just sat down in the library when she received a message from her father again. When she saw the news, her face was full of question marks, and she immediately walked out of the library to call her father: "Dad, what are you doing?" What are you doing? What stimulated you? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhou Wen watched Wang Cheng's car go away, and said in a disappointed tone: "I'm recording a show, and it just ended. I met an amazingly talented young man, and I want to introduce him to you, but there are many people chasing him, and every one of them The suitors are very good, I want you to take the initiative to chase them, if you can catch up with them, you will be lucky in your life, and it is our old Zhou family's ancestral grave that smokes."

Zhou Yunmiao stood at the door of the library. Hearing his father's words, he felt that his head was smoking. He blushed and said loudly, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? Who deserves your respect? Who are you not?" Are you looking down on me? Are you not allowed to talk to me?"

Zhou Wen sighed: "Forget it, don't ask, girl, you are not worthy of others, and our old Zhou family is not so lucky!"

Snapped!
Then, Zhou Wen hung up the phone.

Zhou Yunmiao, who was standing at the door of the library, stared blankly at the phone, her pretty face was full of question marks condensed from doubts...

(End of this chapter)