He took a deep breath and turned back to face the same Guan Zi'an who remained calm and composed even as a storm was brewing.
Yan Jiu picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and the extremely fine tip glided across the rice paper like a dragon.
A masterpiece was completed very quickly.
All I saw was...
The scroll has a large, blurred ink blot, and above the ink blot is a striking stick figure.
Yan Jiu said modestly, "I've made a fool of myself."
Everyone: "..." It really is ugly!
The elderly man watched the whole thing, never expecting that Yan Jiu's confident masterpiece would be such a painting.
He thought he was seeing things.
The old man took off his glasses, rubbed his presbyopia, and looked again; he was still uniquely ugly.
The faces of everyone, though colorful, all looked the same.
Everyone was trying not to laugh.
They looked at Yan Jiu as if she were a joke.
Although Chu's mother also thought it was ugly, she wouldn't point it out to her face. She only said, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Jiu."
Chu's father nodded: "Not bad."
Grandpa Chu and Grandma Chu exchanged a glance.
They all agreed that as long as they weren't embarrassed, it would be others who would be embarrassed, so they all straightened their backs.
Yan Jiu became increasingly confident.
Just as everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Guan Zian couldn't stand the expressions on these people's faces, so he said, "Director, please suggest another word."
Yan Jiu snapped his fingers: "That makes sense."
Everyone sneered inwardly.
The paintings are so ugly they're unbearable to look at.
How good can the handwriting be?
And when Yan Jiu put pen to paper again.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
On the left side of the masterpiece, there is a small inscription: "I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains."
The verses are not the key; the flowing, elegant, and vigorous calligraphy is.
Everyone was numb.
How can someone draw so badly but have such good handwriting?! Is this contradiction normal?
Yan Jiu was unaware of what the people present were thinking.
She looked at her work.
He said regretfully, "It's a pity I haven't practiced my handwriting in a long time; it's a bit lacking."
Everyone: "..." Do you have cognitive impairment?!
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