The limited express train from Chiba Prefecture to Tokyo is just an hour. In such a short period of time, the people of the Huaxia Calligraphy Troupe were actually confused in Narita City for nearly a week because of a "cottage" welcome ceremony.

Of course, even Zhong Yue didn't expect that this was actually the official organization of the cottage competition, if it had been fooled like this, if the Moren would compete with the Huaxia calligraphy troupe in the end and win, then it is estimated that this exchange meeting of young calligraphers of the Three Kingdoms would become a joke in the cultural circle.

When you arrive in Tokyo, the traffic and architecture here are what a modern metropolis looks like, but the bustling metropolis is the same, and except for some landmark buildings, it always feels like the old town of the Edo period has the same regional characteristics. Just like those buildings in Huizhou, no matter how the times change, the kind of high-rise buildings still can't replace the classical beauty of white walls and black tiles, and gatehouse cornices.

"I'm really dumb now. Zhong Yue doesn't expect all Japanese people to be able to communicate with him in such fluent Chinese like Miichi Furuyama and Shigeike Eguchi, but Tan Yongzhi's fluent Japanese is still very good.

"I am proficient in German, Japanese, Korean, and English Chinese, and I have no problem communicating in daily life, but of course, the introduction of calligraphy can only be explained in professional English. ”

Zhong Yue was surprised: "Four foreign languages, why don't you become a translator?"

Alice Tam finally showed a surprised expression when she saw Zhong Yue for the first time, shook her hair, and said with a smile: "Translator, my father is the chief translation officer of Jingbei, do you think I can still reach his height?"

"And what language do you usually use to communicate with each other during meals?"

"It depends on the mood, sometimes in German, sometimes in Japanese, anyway, that's how he raised me since I was a child. ”

"......" Zhong Yue wiped his sweat, no wonder even if he passed the fourth level of English, he was still a scum in oral language, and his feelings were lost at the starting line.

In the exchange of calligraphy, good writing is one thing, and good speech is the key, especially in the world, why many outstanding domestic writers cannot win international awards, it is not that Chinese writers are inferior to foreign countries, and part of the factor is the problem of translation. The Chinese text is broad and profound, and sometimes a short four-character idiom is used in one article, which is concise and concise, and even has unexpected surprises, but when translated into English, it will become a long and cumbersome sentence, which breaks the author's original creative beauty and makes the pearl dusty.

Therefore, many translators of literary works nowadays are writers themselves, and this is a place for mutual communication, so that they can translate excellent works.

The same is true of calligraphy, although everyone has the eye to feel the beauty, but it is not excluded that due to the surprise of the culture, the elaboration of the beauty is different, so it has its own set of theories and views, so as to promote the height of calligraphy, just like a lot of today's trendy brands, many design products themselves may not be able to grasp its beauty, but because it has become a trend, so it is sought after, if calligraphy can also be promoted internationally to such a point, then the art of China, will also be able to shine at the top of the world's art！

Tokyo is a very large administrative region, and if you subdivide it, you will have administrative units such as cities, wards, and towns, similar to our cities, towns, and so on.

"No. 4, Negishi 2-chome, Taito-ku, it seems that there will be no mistake this time. Alice Tam looked up at the one-foot-tall building sign, and the five words "Tokyo Shudao Hall" with a bit of official book flavor were like the five words, which looked like a Huaxia Cultural Center.

"It's going to be an international exchange meeting, and it's not a banner, it's really not hospitable at all. This is a lay-up in the country, not to mention the banners, the red carpet is rolled out to the bottom of the steps for you. ”

Alice Tam covered her mouth and chuckled: "We are all non-governmental organizations, you think we are state guests." ”

"Art above all else!"

“……”

Zhong Yue and Alice Tam both left their luggage at the hotel in advance.

"I'm sorry, both. Today's Shodo Museum is closed to the public due to international exchange events. The receptionist in a suit outside saw the young man walking up and stopped Zhong Yue and them.

Alice Tam said: "We are a Chinese calligraphy troupe. ”

"Ah, you are the Chinese calligraphy delegation? Wait a minute. He whispered over the intercom. After half a ring, only seven or eight people hurriedly walked out of the calligraphy hall, and they were also stunned when they saw Zhong Yue and Tan Yongzhi.

"You ......"

Zhong Yue shook hands with the old Japanese man, who was not very fluent in Chinese and obviously had a Japanese accent, and said, "We are the Chinese representatives of this three-country youth calligraphy exchange meeting. ”

"No, just the two of you?"

Zhong Yue looked at the stunned eyes of these Japanese calligraphers, and understood that we Chinese people have always liked to put on a big show, and if they participated in this kind of large-scale international academic event, the more people the better, and if they gave twenty places, they would definitely not go to nineteen, but this time there were two, which must have made them fall through their glasses.

"It's the invitation and our entry materials. ”

"Okay, two of you, please. My name is Mitsuhiko Aoyama. ”

Alice Tam said in a low voice: "It's actually him!"

"What's wrong?"

"Mitsuhiko Aoyama is one of the most outstanding calligraphers in all of Japan. There is a high-level face in Japan called the 20 People Exhibition. ”

"Twenty people beheaded?" Zhong Yue suddenly thought of the old drivers of the island country driving dirty, a weak girl fighting a hundred evil men, it was really sad for those who heard it, and those who saw it cried, but they could sing and cry......

Seeing Zhong Yue's expression, Alice Tam suddenly remembered that she had seen this "dead look" on that street before, and bit her lip and muttered: "Bastard, what do you want! The Twenty Artists Exhibition is the highest-level lineup of calligraphers in Japan, and it has been nearly fifty years now." From the first session to the present, he has been a calligrapher among these 20 people, and he can be called a national treasure of Japanese calligraphy. ”

"By the way, Mr. Zhong, looking at your information, are you Master Qiu Wenzhen's apprentice?" asked Mitsuhiko Aoyama with a look of surprise.

"What, Mr. Aoyama knows?"

"I also participated in the Xiling Printing Society in my early years, and visited China many times for exchanges, and I also admired Mr. Qiu's seal sword skills. ”

"You've won a prize. Chinese and Japanese calligraphy has a long history, and it has been in the same vein since ancient times, promoting each other and learning from each other, which is also what we calligraphers should do. ”

Mitsuhiko Aoyama said with a smile: "In the past ten years, I have paid little attention to Chinese calligraphy, mainly because your calligraphers have long since lost the spirit of innovative and expanded calligraphy, and our Japanese calligraphy is becoming more and more vigorous and charming. ”

"Mr. Aoyama, this is the idea of forgetting his ancestors, and it is very dangerous. ”

The Japanese who followed Mitsuhiko Aoyama thought that Zhong Yue and Mitsuhiko Aoyama had a good conversation, so they didn't ask for a translator, and even Mitsuhiko Aoyama himself couldn't understand the meaning of the idiom of forgetting his ancestors in the dictionary, and he smiled at each other.

"Forget your ancestors, do you want to translate this word?"

Zhong Yue smiled and looked at the back of Mitsuhiko Aoyama who had already walked to a booth, and muttered, "This sentence will be translated again in the future." ”