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Chapter 242 242 The Youngest Professor, Invitation from Tengwang Pavilion Poetry Club

【242. The Youngest Professor, Invitation from the Tengwangge Poetry Association】

"Su Xiaoyou, who is versatile in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can be called a master of a generation, and I admire him so much."

As he said that, Qian Muwen gave Su Qingyun a deep bow.

Qian Muwen is also a master on one side, and there are very few people who can catch his eyes, looking at the world.

Not to mention young people like Su Qingyun!

Su Qingyun recovered from his thoughts, and his face returned to calm:
"Mr. Qian is overrated. There is no end to learning. My skills are not worth mentioning."

"Little friend is too modest. Your artistic level can already establish a school. Fame and fortune are easy for you."

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

Su Qingyun laughed at himself: "The old man was joking, it's too troublesome to establish a sect! I just want to live a simple life, and it's best to follow the fate."

"That's right, it's really admirable to be so young without being arrogant." Qian Muwen's eyes showed deep admiration.

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

At this time, he pointed to the painting on the desk and asked Su Qingyun:
"Su Xiaoyou, there is a deep sense of sadness in this painting. This poem is also a word of lovesickness. Is it possible that Xiaoyou is missing a girl from which family?"

Su Qingyun was dazed, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth:

"She was the most important person in my life, like a ray of light illuminating my dark life."

"However, there are many regrets in life. She and I are now separated by two worlds, and we will never have the chance to meet again in this life."

When mentioning his wife in the previous life, Su Qingyun's eyes were full of melancholy.

Qian Muwen nodded, seeing that Su Qingyun said that there are two worlds apart, he thought it meant that Yin and Yang were separated, so he comforted him:

"Su Xiaoyou, my condolences! People cannot be resurrected after death. Su Xiaoyou is in his youth, and he will definitely be accompanied by his beloved 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 for a moment, wondering why Qian Muwen would suddenly ask this question, and replied with some astonishment:
"Lin...Ms. Lin, she is very 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 awkwardly:
"Such a girl, even a boy would like it, but Mr. Qian, why are you asking these questions? What do you mean?"

Qian Muwen chuckled, and said, "Xiaoyou Su, Teacher Lin Qingyin likes you very much. How about I be a matchmaker, and you two get along well. If it suits you, we will get married. From now on, you will be my grandson-in-law!"

"what????"

Su Qingyun's head was full of question marks, he didn't even say a word, and he was about to get married, and how did you know that Teacher Lin Qingyin liked me?

and many more!

Grandson-in-law?
Su Qingyun looked at Qian Muwen suspiciously, and said:
"Old Qian? What did you just say about grandson-in-law, could it be..."

Qian Muwen nodded with a smile: "That's right, Lin Qingyin is my granddaughter, because I was afraid of bad influence at school, so I kept silent."

Having said that, Qian Muwen suddenly lowered his voice and said quietly:
"Su Xiaoyou, my granddaughter is quiet and gentle, well-behaved and obedient, and very traditional, she has never been in love before!"

"Also, her father is very rich. He is a real estate tycoon with tens of billions of assets. There is only such a precious daughter!"

"If you take her down, not only will you embrace the beauty, but you will also inherit tens of billions of property in the future!"

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

While talking, Qian Muwen winked at Su Qingyun, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Su Qingyun is a little speechless, this old man, it is really disrespectful to teach other men to pick up their granddaughter!

"Old Qian, are you not doing well?"

Qian Muwen shook his head: "What's wrong, male colleges should get married, female colleges should get married! You two are not underage, it's human nature to have sex between men and women!"

Su Qingyun said: "Mr. Qian, let's let the matter of love go with fate!"

Qian Muwen dissatisfied: "What is resignation? How can this kind of thing be resignation? First cook the raw rice, it's better to make the belly bigger, and if you have a child, everything is a certainty!"

Su Qingyun: "..."

Depend on! ! !
This old man is too dishonest!

However, Su Qingyun had only met Lin Qingyin twice, and despite Qian Muwen's eloquence, he remained unmoved.

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

He looked down at the calligraphy and painting, and said again: "Little friend, you haven't signed yet."

Hearing this, Su Qingyun nodded, left his name on the calligraphy and painting, and took out his own seal from his pocket to stamp it on.

At this moment a painting is considered complete.

Qian Muwen looked at the inscription, admired it carefully for ten minutes, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Great talent, little friend Su Qingyun is really a banished immortal, please be respected by this old man."

As he said that, he bent down to worship Su Qingyun, Su Qingyun hurriedly supported him:

"Old Qian's words are serious, you've really broken me, I can't bear it, kid!"

"I can stand it, I can 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 script, but it's not exactly. May I ask what kind of font it is?"

Hearing this, Su Qingyun smiled and said: "Writing is writing. Why do we have to separate the fonts? People are very different, and the characters they write are also very different."

"I will never imitate other people's fonts, and write whatever I want."

After hearing Su Qingyun's words, Qian Muwen was shocked again. Could this be the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?
A book at hand is like creating a font by yourself!
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 spoke hesitantly, seeming a little embarrassed.

Su Qingyun laughed and said: "Mr. Qian likes this painting, so I will give it to you."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Qian Muwen's face immediately showed ecstasy, but after a few seconds, he said reluctantly:

"No, this painting is too precious!"

Su Qingyun shook his head and said indifferently: "It's just a painting, with a wave of your hand, how precious is it?"

"wrong."

Qian Muwen sighed: "Little friend, you still haven't recognized your own value!"

Qian Muwen looked at Su Qingyun's paintings as if looking at rare treasures.

"From the perspective of artistic value and literary value, your works can no longer be measured by money. Whether it is painting style or calligraphy fonts, they are enough to establish a school."

Su Qingyun listened, shook his head, and didn't care too much.

Qian Muwen looked at it and said, "Besides, with your current fame, it's a good start for this painting to be auctioned!"

This is true!
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 good tea, and said:
"Little friend, I have been inviting you to come to Luzhou, and I want to have a good chat with you about Chinese studies, poetry, etc. Today is finally here."

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

In the end, Qian Muwen was completely shocked by Su Qingyun's profound knowledge and elegant style of conversation. The two of them can be said to be hearty, and the old and the young even became confidants to each other.

"Little friend Su Qingyun, are you willing to come to Luzhou University to be a visiting professor!" Qian Muwen sent out the invitation.

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

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

Can't even think about it!

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

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

What's more, any professor now has at least a Ph.D. degree, and he must publish many papers in international core journals and achieve important results!

That's it, if you want to become a professor, you have to rank seniority, time, and qualifications to have a chance to be evaluated!
But Su Qingyun is only 22 years old, and he only has a bachelor's degree, and he became a professor in a university. This is too shocking!
However, Qian Muwen stared at Su Qingyun and said seriously:

"Hey, as the old saying goes, a hero doesn't ask where he came from. With your talent, it would be a shame to give you a professor!"

Su Qingyun said: "But, I'm young and have little knowledge, so I'm afraid I will provoke criticism!"

Qian Muwen retorted: "Since ancient times, a hero has been born as a teenager. You are full of knowledge and talent. Do you have to hide it all the time?"

"Even if I beg you on behalf of those students, you can tell them anything, it will benefit them a lot!" Qian Muwen pleaded.

Su Qingyun still hesitated and said: "But, I don't have time, Mr. Qian, you know I'm very busy!"

Qian Muwen nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if you're busy. You are just a visiting professor. If you have time, you can come and give a few lectures. There are no other requirements!"

Seeing that the old man was talking about this point, Su Qingyun couldn't refuse.

But it should be very interesting to think about being a professor. It should be very interesting to teach another group of young people who are younger or even older than yourself at a young age.

Thinking about it, Su Qingyun said with a face of reluctance:
"Forget it, I'll give you some face, but let me explain, I can't take a few classes throughout the year, and I don't speak well, so don't blame me."

Seeing Su Qingyun agree to himself, Qian Muwen said happily:
"No problem, I will communicate with the school's leaders. With your talent, it is more than enough to be a visiting professor."

Qian Muwen was so excited that he almost danced. In his eyes, it would be a waste if Su Qingyun's talents were not spread.

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

"Okay, Xiaoyou Su, from now on you will be my visiting professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Luzhou University."

"The school will go through the process in the past few days, and the letter of employment and certificate will be mailed to you later. As for the salary, it will also be issued according to the normal professor's, to ensure that everything is legal and compliant!"

How could the school leaders object to a knowledgeable and well-known artist like Su Qingyun coming to a school like Luzhou University as a visiting professor?
If this matter is publicized, it will 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, the Tengwangge Poetry Fair will be held in two days. With my talent, I am fully qualified to participate in this poetry festival!"

"Our Luzhou University happens to have two quotas. When the time comes, Su Xiaoyou, as a professor of Luzhou University, go to participate!"

With that said, Qian Muwen took out an invitation card from his bag and handed it to Su Qingyun.

"Tengwangge Poetry Club? What is that?" Su Qingyun looked at the invitation in his hand and asked in confusion.

Qian Muwen explained: "The Tengwangge Poetry Conference is held every three years in Hongdu City, Xijiang Province. At that time, celebrities from all walks of life will go there, sing wine and discuss friends with literature. It is very lively."

"If you go, little friend, you will definitely win the first place and win the reputation of the king of poetry!"

Qian Muwen is full of confidence in Su Qingyun.

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

If Su Qingyun wins the leader, it will also win honor for them Luzhou University!
However, Su Qingyun is not interested in this!
He remembered that the last young man who participated in the Tengwangge Poetry Contest and shocked the literary world was Wang Bo!

His "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is known as the first parallel prose in the ages, and it has been passed down for thousands of years and is enduring!

More than 20 allusions were used in one article, and more than 30 idioms were born, which became the nightmare of countless high school students!
It is a pity that shortly after Wang Bo finished writing "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", when he returned from visiting his father in Jiaozhi, he unfortunately drowned and died of panic.

Since then, there has been one less talented boy in the world!
Su Qingyun doesn't want to be the second Wang Bo!

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

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

The caller was Zhao Han, the director of the Traditional Poetry Association.

Zhao Han said cautiously: "God Su, let me tell you one thing. Didn't I invite you to participate in the Three Kingdoms Poetry Exchange Conference last time?"

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

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

After all, the Three Kingdoms Exchange Conference is related to the image of the country and the face of our Dragon Kingdom people!

It is normal for the other party to be more cautious!
"Oh, so it's like this, it's okay, I understand! I don't know how President Zhang wants to test me?"

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

"Tengwangge Poetry Fair will be held in two days, we would like to invite you to join us!"

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

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(End of this chapter)