Chapter 731 The Sun and the Stars

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With a relaxed expression on his face, Zhang Yu quickly finished writing the pen, then dipped it in ink, and licked the pen on the edge of the inkstone to form it... Then he looked at Anna Lange who was beside him, and said, "I'll teach you to write your name now, Anna! Look good!" After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote the words Anna in regular script on the rice paper on the table.

Jiang Chenxuan's eyes lit up when Zhang Yu finished writing... As a Chinese, how could he not know how good Zhang Yu's handwriting is. It's just so good!

From the very beginning, Jiang Chenxuan never thought that Zhang Yu's handwriting would be so beautiful, even better than the top-level copybook template, it was simply pleasing to the eye!

Of course, Anna Lange didn't know what Zhang Yu wrote... But anyway, she was also an art major. Judging from the lines on this unfamiliar text, it was absolutely uniform in proportion and beautiful in posture. You know, this must be a very good word.

Teren Rogerster is a professor at the Hungarian National Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known painter in Europe. Although he does not know the characters written by Zhang Yu, he has long heard that there are certain pictographs in Chinese characters. style of. Right now, these two characters are well-proportioned and beautiful in shape. The structure and skill are not something that ordinary people can practice in three days or two days.

Anna Lange took a closer look at this unfamiliar font. Although she didn't know it, she knew that it was her name, and she felt a little impulsive in her heart. She wanted to try and see if she could write Chinese characters. Thinking of this, he excitedly said, "Can I try it?"

"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.

Anna Lange is also a very smart person. After hearing the detailed explanations from experts like Zhang Yu, she quickly felt a little bit of writing in Chinese. How can I say that she also studied art, and she still has some feeling for lines.

Anna Lange soon began to learn to write the first Chinese characters in her life... Chinese characters look simple, but they are definitely not easy to write, let alone writing them for the first time. Under Zhang Yu's guidance, she finally completed her name. She didn't feel so strong when she wrote it, but after writing it, she found that it looked very awkward. Especially next to it, there are two almost perfect reference objects, which look even more ugly when they are put together for comparison.

Anna Lange looked at the two crooked works and felt depressed in her heart. To say that I also came from an art background, how could I write my name so ugly, compared with other people's two words, it is not a standard at all!

Roy Foster smiled and said, "Anna! Your name doesn't look good! Look at what Zhang Yu wrote,

Yours is like a freshman in elementary school. "

"Hehehehe!" The surrounding people all burst into laughter when they heard this.

Anna Lange was so angry when she heard this, she said with a displeased face: "Please Uncle Roy! It's just two things, okay! He grew up writing Chinese. I grew up writing Hungarian. We It's not fair at all to compare the two in Chinese, okay? If I ask him to compare Hungarian with me, will he dare to compare with me? I'll get him in minutes!"

"Hehehehe!" The people around laughed when they heard this.

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

Anna Lange said calmly: "I can speak! It doesn't mean I can write. I can speak English too, does that mean I'm a master of English calligraphy?"

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

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

Anna Lange smiled and said, "It's good that you have self-knowledge! Even if you can't compare, you can learn it!" After speaking, she looked at her brother again and said, "Alan! Go and help me. Get a pen."

Alan Lange hurried back when he heard the words, and found a pen for his sister.

Anna Lange took the pen brought by her brother and wrote a line in Hungarian on the paper: "The sun is life, poetry is light, optimistic people will remain young forever."

The people around them nodded as soon as Anna finished writing the words... No matter how these people have some opinions on literature and music, they naturally know what is good and what is bad. Especially Nicole, she was very happy to see her daughter write so well.

After Anna Lange finished writing, she put down the pen in her hand and looked at her work with satisfaction. Immediately smiled, turned 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 you like to have the opportunity to teach me? At school, they all laughed at my ugly handwriting!"

Anna Lange smiled and said, "You need to spend a little more time playing games, I believe others have already changed their minds."

Paul Lange frowned and said, "Anna! Even if your handwriting is good, you have to learn to be humble. Don't you know that being humble is a virtue?"

Anna Lange seemed to be used to hearing such words, and said indifferently: "You can't say it like that! Even if I want to be humble, I have to write well! Only then can I be humble. If I write badly, there is only virtue. What's the use."

"You!" Paul Lange's arrogance towards this daughter is no longer possible.

Anna Lange looked at Zhang Yu with a smug look, and said, "It's your turn now! If you don't have a pen, you can write with my pen. To be honest! Your Chinese pen is too bad to use! I'm really surprised, why do Chinese people use such troublesome things to write! Isn't that the worse the writing is?" After speaking, he put the pen on the paper with some kindness.

Zhang Yu smiled when he saw this, took the pen aside, and then picked up his own brush again... Anna Lange snorted unpleasantly when she saw Zhang Yu was not appreciated.

Zhang Yu picked up the pen and paused for a while, his thoughts turned in his mind, and then he began to write in Hungarian, "Life is as splendid as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. If you cry because you lose the sun, then you will too. Lost the stars."

"No! It's true! How can it be written so well!"

The people around looked at the verse that seemed to be full of magic on the paper, and the quiet needles could be heard falling.