Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 181 Reply

Cheng Yan held his chin and wanted to shake his head the more he looked at it.

"Oh, it would be great if I could write such beautiful words."

Guo Beng's attention was drawn to him, so he leaned over to look.

"That's fine. If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Cheng Yan tilted his head to glance at him, his eyes full of disbelief, "I haven't even seen you hold a pen before, don't write anything worse than mine."

Guo Beng raised his eyebrows, "Just because I don't write doesn't mean I can't, bring me a pen."

Cheng Yan stuffed a pen into his hand. Guo Beng stared at the elegant handwriting on the creased paper, demonstrated the strokes in his mind, and then put pen to paper.

When Cheng Yan wrote almost identical words, he opened his eyes wide in amazement at first, but after he finished writing and compared the two, he could still see a big difference.

Cheng Yan held up two pieces of paper and put them together.

"Now I know what Zanzan meant when he said that I was drawing instead of making drawings. Bengzi, your writing is just a substitute for me."

Holding up the original piece, Cheng Yan said, "Tell me, can I ask the person who wrote this character to publish a copybook?"

Guo Beng narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'm so sorry, as a substitute, I don't know how to give you advice."

Cheng Yan hooked his neck and said, "I'm talking about the words, not you. You are unique to me. Hey, seriously, let's beg this person. I feel it's a pity if I don't look at these words twice."

Guo Beng did not pull his hand away. Instead, he crossed his arms and moved closer to take another look. Although he did not want to admit it, compared to those stiff printed fonts, these words were indeed pleasing to the eye.

"Give it a try. If you get a reply, there might be hope."

Cheng Yan curled his lips, sat back at the table and wrote a reply letter very seriously. His words were sincere and expressed his love for the word.

Fontainebleau.

Navillatte began his daily work, and the thick pile of pending matters in front of him was dealt with one by one.

Among the neatly arranged documents, a somewhat fancy letter caught his eye.

With a narrow glance, Villette reached out and took out the letter.

What catches your eye is the font that is a bit too "unrestrained", with flying strokes that hurt your eyes.

After reading the contents of the letter, Villette did not want to accept this strange request.

If you want to practice calligraphy, you should find a professional. I have no experience or skills to share with you.

A folded piece of paper fell out of the letter, and Villette took it, her fingers pausing slightly.

He frowned slightly and looked at the few words he had casually written on the paper in his hand.

Which letter sender is so careless? A piece of paper on the table that was not thrown away in time was sent out along with the official documents. If the recipient was attentive, wouldn't he think that Fontaine was impolite?

What's more, Villette looked at the words that were already somewhat unclear.

My mind was not clear when I wrote this, and I only wrote these words when I thought of Watling.

I looked down and saw the serious reply from the person writing in sloppy handwriting.

"I miss you when you can't see me..."

Villette pursed her lips, "If only it were as easy as it sounds."

Watling chose to take on responsibilities that he didn't have to bear in order to establish an image of fairness and selflessness in Fontaine.

He has given so much to me, how can I not be a good judge?

The calm and clear weather outside the window suddenly turned gloomy, and it seemed that it would rain at the next moment.

Villette held the thin envelope in her hand and, as if possessed by a spirit, wrote a reply.

"My old friend has passed away, and my longing for him is not enough to relieve my regret. Thank you for your comfort, but regarding the calligraphy... I am not an expert in this field, and I am afraid that I will mislead the students. Please find someone else."

After putting the reply letter back into the envelope, Villette was about to have someone mail it back, but when he stood up, he noticed some books that he had copied when he had some free time.

After picking up a copy and sending it out along with the letter, Villette regained her composure.

A book copied by hand should be able to somewhat replace the function of a copybook.