The handwriting is clear, the brush strokes powerful and full of character; truly fine calligraphy. If one were to continue practicing, they would undoubtedly achieve great future success in this field. Moreover, one feels as if they can see the person behind the handwriting: a person with a broad mind, unrestrained with a hint of wildness, yet inherently meticulous.
She finished admiring the handwriting and then began to read what was actually written.
"Little girl, thank you for the shoes you made for the kid. He likes them a lot. These two military coats are from the army; I never wore them. I've exchanged them for smaller sizes to give to you. If there is a chance in the future, I'd like to have another bowl of your family's sour noodles."
Beijing is so big, yet not a single place makes them better than your family does.
Just a few brief words, only a handful of lines.
Qin Xiangnuan already knew who had sent these.
It was Jian Zhiqing.
