An Yuxuan smoothed the paper elegantly, picked up a brush in her snow-white hand, dipped it in the inkstone, and put it in the clear water on the side a little, and then waved her wrist in one go.

"Good, good!"

Everyone hasn't seen the words yet, just looking at the elegant and professional writing action of the beautiful woman, it is pleasing to the eye, and I can't help but shout.

The glasses man's eyes are not on the words at all, they are all on the beauty.

It wasn't until An Yuxuan put down the brush that the man with glasses came back to his senses and scratched his head, looking very embarrassed.

"Young man, don't stare at other beauties, show the words written by beauties. Someone urged impatiently.

"Oh"

The man with glasses went to see the words that had not dried the ink, and he was shocked when he saw it, and the font was smart as if it came to life, showing it to everyone, attracting a round of applause.

"The sun is beautiful and the courtyard is happy, and the piano is good. ”

Mo Xiaofan also nodded and exclaimed: "Yes, Sister Yuxuan's handwriting is beautiful and smart, gorgeous and natural without losing the atmosphere, quite everyone's style!"

"Thank you, Brother Xiaofan, for the compliment. ”

An Yuxuan listened to the beauty in her heart, which was sweeter than eating a jar of honey.

"Yuxuan, is he your friend? He commented on your words very pertinently, and it seems that he knows how to write and paint. ”

Bu Qianfan couldn't help but ask when he heard what the young man said.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Mr. Bu, his name is Mo Xiaofan. ”

An Yuxuan hurriedly introduced Mo Xiaofan to the teacher, and asked Mo Xiaofan with anticipation: "Brother Xiaofan, your handwriting must be more beautiful." ”

Mo Xiaofan shook his head modestly and said, "General." ”

"Our Chinese civilization is as bright as a galaxy, broad and profound, and what is lacking now is inheritance, you young people, you should know more about it, get in touch with it, and be influenced by traditional culture......"

Bu Qianfan only thought that An Yuxuan's words were exaggerated, because now young people who can write calligraphy are more difficult to find than a three-legged toad, let alone write well, and An Yuxuan is the best calligrapher among the young people he knows, so he instinctively doesn't believe that any teenager can write even better?

"That's what Bu Lao said. ”

Mo Xiaofan nodded modestly.

"You can also practice your hands. ”

Bu Qianfan pointed to a side dedicated to amateur lovers to write. Obviously, he didn't think that Mo Xiaofan's level could reach the level of giving away.

"I'm not going to get an axe. ”

Mo Xiaofan didn't want to be too high-profile.

At this moment, a group of people crowded in, and it was actually seven young people from Japan.

Seven young men who looked like Japanese students stopped to watch the booths for a while, and one of them, a tall, handsome-looking young man, walked straight to a desk.

The table was surrounded by a few middle school students, who said they were practicing writing calligraphy rather than graffiti.

The words "Fu" and "Spring" are written one by one, and they are really not flattering.

"What kind of play is this, can it be called calligraphy? It really smears the faces of your ancestors. ”

A Japanese student with a proud mockery.

"The cultural heritage of China has declined, far inferior to our Japanese country, look at the people who write here, they are all some old guys who should go home to hug their grandchildren, haha......"

Another Japanese student said loudly and arrogantly, and his words caused his friends to laugh.

The rampant rudeness of a few young devils immediately caused public outrage.

Mo Xiaofan was also puzzled, and said in his heart that these little devils have a problem with their brains, so they are not afraid of being beaten by the group?

"Cao Muma, just a few little devils, what are you pretending, do you fucking know Chinese characters, what qualifications do you have to be here blind Bibi?"

Many people in the crowd pointed at the little devil and scolded.

The young devil led by him was not angry, with a contemptuous smile on his face, he walked to the table, reached out to pick up the brush, brushed and brushed, and a pair of big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing jumped on the paper.

Lying down, the little devil showed his hand on the spot, and the accusations around him immediately weakened by half.

There are many appreciative calligraphy enthusiasts at the scene, not to mention, the little devil's handwriting is quite good.

The tall and handsome little devil threw away the brush, and stood with his hands upside down, looking like he was being beaten up.

"Well, Takeno-kun's calligraphy is really amazing, and he deserves to be the champion of our All-Japan National Calligraphy Competition. ”

A few little devils followed and boasted.

In Japan, a grand calligraphy contest is held every year, and millions of people from white-haired elderly people to children of several years old often participate, and the scene is very spectacular.

I have to admit that the inheritance of Chinese culture in some aspects has surpassed that of China.

And Takeno Shuqing, who is called Takeno-kun by his companions, is the champion of the last year, and the level is as high as you can imagine.

"See, Takeno-kun wrote this is calligraphy, and then look at what kind of play you wrote, it's not as good as garbage!"

A devil said arrogantly, grabbed a handful of blessing characters written by those junior high school students, tore them a few times, tore them to pieces on the spot, and threw them on the ground.

"Paralyzed, these little devils are too crazy, they are here to stir up trouble and beat them!"

The onlookers were enraged by the devil's arrogant behavior and scolded one after another.

"If you have the ability to compare words with us, if anyone of you writes better than Takeno-kun, we will apologize on the spot. ”

Seeing the anger of the public, several little devils were weak-hearted, and one of them said loudly.

"Quick, whoever writes it well, go up and kill these devils, it's too fucking annoying. ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one comes forward.

"No one dares to compare, right? Then shut up, hahaha......"

Seeing that no one stepped forward, a few little devils became even more arrogant.

A group of calligraphy and painting masters who were writing were also angry by the arrogant actions of a few little devils, but they were helpless.

They read the words written by the little devils, and they really wrote beautifully.

No matter how uncomfortable they are, they can't go into battle in person to compare with other people's young people, wouldn't that be bullying the small, and they have already lost if they don't compare.

"By the way, the beauty's handwriting is so good, go compare the little devil and let them know that we have someone in China!"

The man with glasses, who had just got a pair of words, proposed loudly.

Although An Yuxuan is very disgusted with the behavior of little devils, she has no competitive heart, and feels that calligraphy and painting are for cultivating sentiment, not for competition.

The man with glasses looked at the beauty and disdained the competition, took the pair of words in his hand, raised it towards a few little devils, and said loudly: "Open your dog eyes and see, this is the word that our Chinese beauty just wrote, how is it compared to your word?"

"It's good!"

Takeno nodded appreciatively at the first glance of this word.

"Which beautiful woman wrote it, come and show us, just take a random pair of words and say that it was written by a beautiful woman, when we are three years old. ”

"There is no basis for speaking, you have to write here on the spot, and besides, I see that this pair of characters is no better than what we Xiao Chi-kun wrote. ”

A few other little devils put on a rogue face.

(End of chapter)