The domineering president meets her

Arrived at the Expo.

Wen Heng, who had just got off the car, was escorted by bodyguards to the organizer's backstage to negotiate matters related to the cultural relics exhibition.

Su Yin wore a colorful mother-of-pearl horse-faced skirt. The long black and gold skirt was dotted with dark prints, which would show a glittering change under different sheens. She wore a black airplane-sleeved top with a slanted collar. The chest had embroidery that matched the skirt. The waist was decorated with laces at both ends. The wide skirt showed off her slim waist.

The hair in the middle of the back of the head falls to the waist, like a slowly flowing waterfall, adding softness and grace to the whole image.

The two sides of the hair are simply and exquisitely made into a new Chinese style hairstyle. The hair on both sides are cleverly coiled up and matched with carefully selected hairpins to gently lift up the soft hair, revealing the slender and white neck line.

Behind the dense hair, the elegant and delicate makeup is looming, like the rising moonlight in the sky, so bright and moving.

She stands upright and dignified, and her skirt moves slightly when she walks, swaying smoothly and beautifully; the classic pointed-toe rhinestone high heels in a similar color to the horse-faced skirt, and the light and luxurious spherical cat's eye earrings are low-key yet exquisitely modern.

Su Yin and Wen Cui followed the crowd into the entrance passage. At first, they visited the exhibits together, but as they walked, they separated and Wen Cui disappeared.

That guy must be playful and went out to play again.

"Ma'am, could you help me interpret this text?"

A middle-aged man with a thick English accent and not very fluent Chinese walked up to her.

Su Yin was stunned. She didn't expect someone to ask her for help.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the middle-aged man raised his camera and continued speaking in broken Chinese.

"My name is Kenny, and I'm a reporter for the Cultural Heritage Bureau newspaper from Oceania. But I can't see where my narrator is right now, so can you help me look at this Oracle Bone Script?"

Because the Chinese grammar that the other person used was completely wrong, she had to sort it out carefully.

Su Yin looked in the direction of his finger. It was an oracle bone script from the late Shang Dynasty more than 3,000 years ago. There were a few words engraved on it, and next to it was a modern translation:

All things return to the law and one is intoxicated to the bone, and the painting shadows and the reading of the shapes are wonderfully turned into a book;

After thousands of years of simplification, it finally became a fairy character today.

Su Yin thought for a moment and then answered in fluent English.

"Hello, Mr. Kenny. Nice to meet you. The oracle bone inscriptions explain the evolution of the Chinese national language over thousands of years."

At first, Kenny looked at her blankly, thinking that she couldn't speak English. Speaking broken Chinese, he looked at her with contempt. When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw that she spoke fluent English. He looked at her in surprise: "Just based on these few short sentences?"

"Yes. This is the profound and exquisiteness of the Chinese nation's written culture. The general meaning of the above is that the end point of the world's written heritage may be the Chinese nation's writing!

"That sounds interesting. I'd like to hear your opinion on this text analysis." Mr. Kenny stood up straight and looked at her seriously.

"The Chinese nation's writing system has a history of more than 5,000 years, from oracle bone script to modern characters.

Their people can usually recognize 3,000 characters and basically understand most documents; if they know 4,000 characters, they can also study many ancient documents.

The thickness of their nation's written dictionary has remained basically the same since the first printing. In contrast, in English, any new thing must be re-worded. Silicosis requires 45 letters.

There is still a long way to go for human development. In the future, words with more than one hundred letters may appear. The English dictionary has grown from tens of thousands of words at the beginning to nearly 600,000 words now, and may even reach 6 million words in the future.

People who learn English have to work hard to remember it, but learning the Chinese language allows people to easily communicate freely through words. "

Kenny concentrated on writing quickly with a pen.

Su Yin continued to translate fluently in English: "In addition, the Chinese language has many polyphones that are far beyond the reach of English. When a few Chinese characters form a poem, English cannot understand it, so the poetic conception is lost when translated.

When you are high-spirited, you will reach the top; when you are down and out, you will be down and out. This is something that English can never achieve in a lifetime.

The above is my personal opinion, for reference only. "

Kenny listened to her wonderful explanation with amazement and couldn't help but applaud and said in admiration:

"Great, you are such a beautiful and perfect narrator."

"Thank you, I am honored by your appreciation."

"Then can I invite you to accompany me around? Because I can't find a more professional commentator than you."

"Mr. Kenny, I'm sorry, I'm late." A brisk female voice interrupted Su Yin who was about to refuse.

It turned out that Mr. Kenny's venue commentator had arrived.

Su Yin smiled and waved goodbye to them. Mr. Kenny could only shrug his shoulders, wave his hand, and say goodbye to her reluctantly.

"Su Yin, where have you been?" Wen Cui came out from the crowd, looking anxious. He must have been looking for her for some time.

"I looked around to see all these magnificent and beautiful cultural relics. Unfortunately, none of them are as pretty as you!"

"Oh no, you're teasing me again. Let's go, my brother is done with his work, and the organizer invited us to dinner."

"Ah."

Accompanied by the driver, the two came to the banquet hall on the third floor of a high-end hotel.

But the banquet hall was overcrowded.

"Su Yin, I'll take you to eat something delicious." Wen Cui pulled Su Yin, turning left and right, and stopped at a place.

Oh, it turns out to be a small buffet restaurant next to the banquet hall.