With a relaxed expression on his face, Zhang Yu quickly finished opening the pen, then immersed himself in ink, and licked the pen on the edge of the inkstone...... Then he looked at Anna Lange beside him, and said, "I'll teach you to write your name now, Anna! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jiang Chenxuan's eyes lit up immediately when she saw Zhang Yu finish writing...... As a Chinese, how could I not know the level of Zhang Yu's handwriting? It's so good!

From the beginning, Jiang Chenxuan didn't expect Zhang Yu's handwriting to be so beautiful, even better than that kind of top-level calligraphy template, which is simply pleasing to the eye!

Of course, Anna Lange didn't know what Zhang Yu was writing about...... But anyway, she is also from a fine arts major, just judging from the lines on this unfamiliar text, it is definitely evenly proportioned and beautiful, and you can see at a glance that this must be a very good word.

Taryn Rogers, a professor at the Hungarian National Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known master painter in Europe, did not know Zhang Yu's handwriting, but he had long heard that Chinese characters still had a certain pictographic style. At present, these two words can be seen at a glance with well-proportioned proportions and beautiful fonts, and this kind of structure and skill alone is by no means something that ordinary people can practice in three days or two days.

Anna Lange looked carefully at the unfamiliar font, although she didn't know it, she knew that it was her name, and she had a little impulse in her heart to try to see if she could write Chinese characters. Thinking of this, he said excitedly, "Can I give it a try?"

"Of course!" Zhang Yu smiled and handed the brush to the other party, then gave up his position, and then told the other party how to write Chinese to be reasonable.

Anna Lange is also a very smart person, after hearing the detailed explanation of experts like Zhang Yu, she soon felt a little bit of Chinese writing, how to say that she is also from art background, and she still has a little feeling for lines.

Anna Lange soon began to learn to write the first Chinese characters of her life...... Chinese characters seem simple, but they are definitely not easy to write, let alone writing for the first time. Under Zhang Yu's guidance, she finally completed her name, and when she wrote it, she didn't feel so strong, but after writing it, she found that it looked particularly awkward. Especially next to it, there are two almost perfect references, which look even more ugly when compared together, and it doesn't look like something you can write.

Anna Lange looked at the two crooked works, and her heart was depressed. If you want to say that you are also from the background of studying art, how can you write your name so ugly, compared with the two words of others, it is not a level at all!

Seeing this, Roy Foster smiled and said, "Anna! Your name doesn't look very good! Look at what Zhang Yu wrote, yours looks like a primary school student who has just entered elementary school." ”

"Hehehehehe!" the people around him burst into laughter when they heard this.

Anna Lange was so angry when she heard this, she said with an unhappy face: "Please Uncle Roy! These are basically two things good or not! He grew up writing Chinese. I grew up writing Hungarian. The two of us are better than Chinese, and it is not fair at all. If I want him to compare Hungarian with me, will he dare to compare with me? I'll get him in minutes!"

"Hehehehehehe!" the people around him laughed when they heard this.

Roy Foster shook his head with a smile and said, "Not necessarily! Have you forgotten that Zhang Yu can also speak Hungarian?"

Anna Lange said uncontrollably: "Just because you can speak doesn't mean you can write." I can also speak English, does that mean I am a master of English calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Roy Foster looked at Zhang Yu with a smile and said, "Zhang, do you dare to compare Hungarian with Anna?"

Zhang Yu smiled when he heard this, and said, "Try it! But my Hungarian writing is average, and I may not be able to compare with Miss Anna." ”

Anna Lange smiled and said, "It's good that you can be self-aware! Even if you can't compare, you can study it!" After saying that, she looked at her brother again and said, "Alan, go and find me a pen." ”

Alan Lange hurried back and got a pen for his sister.

Anna Lange took the pen from her brother and wrote a line in Hungarian on the paper: "The sun is life, poetry is light, and the optimistic man will always be young." ”

The people around watched Anna finish writing and immediately nodded...... These people have an opinion on literature and music, and naturally know what is good and what is bad. Especially Nicole, who is very happy to see her daughter write so well.

When Anna Lange finished writing, she put down her pen and looked at her work with satisfaction. Then he smiled, turned his head to look at the people around him, and said, "What do you think of what I wrote?"

Alan Lange said with admiration: "Sister, your handwriting is still so good. Would it be nice to have a chance to teach me? At school they all laughed at my ugly handwriting!"

Anna Lange smiled and said, "If you want to take out a little more time to play the game, I believe that you will already make others change their minds." ”

Paul Lange frowned and said, "Anna, even if your handwriting is okay, then learn to be humble." Don't you know that humility is a virtue?"

Anna Lange seemed to be accustomed to hearing such words, and said with a nonchalant expression: "You can't say that! Even if I want to be modest, I have to write well! If it is not well written, what is the use of virtue alone. ”

"You!" said Paul, Lange, who was no longer arrogant about this daughter.

Anna Lange looked at Zhang Yu with a smug look on her face again, and said, "Now it's your place! If you don't have a pen, you can use my pen to write." To tell you the truth! Your Chinese pen is so bad to use! I wonder why the Chinese use such troublesome things to write! Isn't this getting worse and worse the more you write? After saying that, he felt a little kind and put the pen on the paper.

Zhang Yu smiled when he saw this, took the pen aside, and then picked up his brush again...... Seeing that Zhang Yu did not appreciate it, Anna Lange snorted unhappily.

Zhang Yu picked up the pen and paused, his thoughts turned for a moment, and then he began to write in Hungarian: "Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, if you cry because of the loss of the sun, then you will also lose the stars." ”

"No, it's really fake! Why is it so well written!"

The people around looked at the poems on the paper that seemed to be full of magic, and they could hear the quiet pins dropping.