Professor led the two to his study, and they saw the walls covered with calligraphy works.
Looking at the vigorous and grand characters on the wall, Jiang Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "Did you write all these, Professor?"
Even though she didn't understand calligraphy, she could still tell that these characters were well written.
The Professor, pointing to the wall of characters, said, "Yes, this is my hobby. I like to write and paint at home when I'm free. What do you think? Not bad, right?"
Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs-up and said, "Professor, you're being too modest. This is not just 'not bad'; it's master level, comparable to Wang Xizhi. You have so many characters here; how about giving me one? I want to hang it in my home and admire it every day."
The Professor laughed heartily and said, "Aren't you someone who doesn't understand calligraphy? How do you even know it's good? And comparable to Wang Xizhi? Girl, have you ever seen Wang Xizhi's work?"
