As Ye Chen and Liu Haofeng approached, they saw that Liu Haofeng was creating a calligraphy work. Ye Chen had a little knowledge of calligraphy, so he started to look at it.
"Xiao Liu's father is a top-tier figure in the Chinese calligraphy world."
Beside him, Uncle Chen proudly introduced his son-in-law, expressing his extreme satisfaction with him.
"Haofeng has inherited his father's true skills and is now an associate professor who specializes in teaching calligraphy."
Chen Ranlan was also showing off her husband's excellence.
"I only learned one-tenth of what my father taught me, and that was just by chance."
Hearing his father-in-law and wife say that, Liu Haofeng, though somewhat smug, still pretended to be modest in his reply.
Ye Chen didn't pay attention to their conversation; instead, he focused his gaze on the calligraphy work.
From Ye Chen's professional perspective, it makes sense that Liu Haofeng is only an associate professor. His calligraphy is indeed good to laymen or ordinary people in the industry, but to calligraphy masters, it is just average. Ye Chen only glanced at it and saw several problems.
"Oh, Xiao Ye knows calligraphy too?"
Noticing that Ye Chen was looking at his work, Liu Haofeng asked in surprise.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably studying the styles of the Two Wangs."
Ye Chen answered.
In the world of calligraphy, "the Two Wangs" refers to Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi. Wang Xizhi is known as the Sage of Calligraphy, while Wang Xianzhi was his son, who was equally accomplished in calligraphy and was as famous as his father.
"indeed."
Liu Haofeng nodded. Since Xiao Ye could tell that he was studying the styles of Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi, he must know a little about calligraphy.
Beside him, Uncle Chen was very surprised. He loved calligraphy, but his own writing was terrible, so he greatly admired people who wrote good calligraphy.
"Xiao Ye also knows calligraphy, why don't you create a piece for us all to admire?"
Uncle Chen extended a warm invitation.
"I haven't written in a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. Forget it."
Ye Chen politely declined, after all, he was a guest in someone else's home, and it would be impolite for him to pick up a brush and paint compared to Liu Haofeng.
"It's nothing, there are no outsiders here."
Uncle Chen continued to extend the invitation.
"That's right. If you don't write well, as an associate professor, I can give you some professional guidance."
Liu Haofeng spoke with great confidence, expressing considerable assurance of his abilities as an associate professor of calligraphy.
"Come on, Haofeng has guided many people. If you make any mistakes, Haofeng will point them out so you can learn from them and improve."
Chen Ranlan spoke, looking like she was watching a show.
"All right."
Ultimately, under their persistent invitation, Ye Chen couldn't refuse.
Liu Haofeng put his own work aside, gave Ye Chen a new sheet of Xuan paper, and then stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching Ye Chen as if he were a teacher looking at a student doing his homework.
Ye Chen picked up the brush, thought for a moment, dipped it in ink, and began to create.
"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we gathered at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."
Since he didn't know anything, Ye Chen decided to write the opening of the famous "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion," considered the finest example of running script calligraphy in the world.
Beside him, Uncle Chen stared wide-eyed at Ye Chen's calligraphy.
Phrases like "penetrating to the core" and "flowing like clouds and water" seem to have been created specifically for Xiao Ye's calligraphy.
Xiao Ye's running script is so elegant and perfect!
Liu Haofeng was equally dumbfounded. As a professional, he understood even better how terrifying Ye Chen's calligraphy was. Ye Chen's brushstrokes and composition far surpassed those of Liu Haofeng, an associate professor of calligraphy. The two were simply not on the same level.
Thinking back to how he had even offered to give Ye Chen some pointers, Liu Haofeng felt extremely ashamed. At that moment, he wished he could find a hole and crawl into it.
He's overestimating himself.
This is so embarrassing! So embarrassing!!!
This is similar to an ordinary student asking a teacher or professor for guidance.
Not only that, Liu Haofeng also thought of an unacceptable fact: Ye Chen's strength seemed to be much greater than his father's. How old was Ye Chen? Probably only in his early twenties, yet he was already so strong.
This is simply monstrous!
After writing a few simple sentences, Ye Chen put down his brush.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
In an instant, enthusiastic applause erupted as Uncle Chen and Liu Haofeng clapped vigorously for Ye Chen.
"Xiao Chen, your calligraphy is absolutely perfect. I will definitely frame it and hang it in the center of the living room."
Uncle Chen excitedly expressed his desire to treasure Ye Chen's calligraphy.
“Master, I was short-sighted before. With your skill level, I am not worthy to give you any guidance. Please forgive my impetuousness.”
Liu Haofeng spoke with utmost respect, and at this moment, his address to Ye Chen changed from "Little Ye" to the extremely respectful "Master, you."
Beside her, Su Ningshuang was equally proud.
Afterwards, Su Ningshuang inquired about Aunt Wu's condition with concern.
Aunt Wu replied that the situation was not serious.
"Actually, your aunt's condition is not bad. It's just that there are too many patients in the hospitals in Shanghai. You often have to wait in line for almost an hour. Every test takes a long time."
Uncle Chen couldn't help but complain that although he was rich, he had no connections in the hospital and there was nothing he could do. Every time he went for a test, he was exhausted.
Hearing her husband say this, Aunt Wu sighed. There was nothing she could do about it.
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