Judging from the words Ling Ran used in his comments, his calligraphy skills must be quite good, but I wonder just how good they are.
He wanted to test the waters, but felt it was too obvious.
He turned to Fan Jiang beside him and instructed, "Da Jiang, why don't you try writing about a pigsty?"
Fan Jiang asked, puzzled, "Father, why did I write about the pigsty?"
"Your handwriting is ugly. I'm afraid that if you hang it on your door, it will affect your mood for the whole year." Fan Jin pursed his lips, but still chose to tell the truth.
Fan Jiang: ...Father, sometimes you don't need to be so honest.
real.
He has his pride too, you know!
Fan Jin, feeling he might have hurt his son's feelings, tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Why don't you write about the pigsty first, and if it's well-written, then you can write about your house?"
Fan Jiang took a deep breath and wrote down haltingly: Eat more, sleep more, gain more weight, be lean, fat, and flavorful!
Fan Jin looked at the crooked calligraphy and fell silent.
The people around also fell silent.
Fan Jiang stared at the caterpillar on the red paper and realized that saving face wasn't always that important.
Fan Jin coughed and said, "Actually, as long as you don't care, it's fine. You don't need to care too much about what others think."
The implication is, so be it if it's ugly.
Fan He comforted his elder brother: "Brother, don't worry about it!"
Anyway, it's hanging on your own door, it's not anyone else's fault for looking ugly, as long as you don't mind.
Fan Jiang wanted to cry but had no tears.
He minds!
Such ugly handwriting is one thing if only family members know it, but if you stick it on the door, everyone who sees it will know it was written by him.
"I...I don't want to! Father, please write the couplets for my door!"
He wants the best-looking ones, the most beautiful ones!
Fan Jin agreed.
The remaining children each wrote their own.
Even the youngest, Fan Hu, writes better than Fan Jiang.
This further solidified Fan Jiang's determination to have a couplet with the most beautiful calligraphy!
Finally, Fan Jin looked at Ling Ran and asked gently, "Would you like to write one as well?"
Ling Ran instinctively wanted to refuse.
The five little ones below quickly urged, "Brother Ling, why don't you give it a try?"
"It doesn't matter if it's ugly, because the older brother is there to cushion it down."
"Hmph! Maybe Brother Ling's is even uglier than mine?"
"Come on, brother, look at your handwriting. Anyone who can write is probably no worse than you!"
"Brother Ling, I'm getting a little curious about your handwriting. Go ahead and write, I promise I won't laugh at you."
As she spoke, she handed him a calligraphy brush covered in ink.
Ling Ran smiled helplessly and finished writing in one go.
The brushstrokes flow like dragons, displaying a magnificent and powerful style.
Fan Jin couldn't hide his amazement; he sincerely praised, "Powerful and vigorous! Excellent calligraphy!"
Fan Jiang couldn't tell how good it was, so he looked up at his father and asked blankly, "How good is it? Is it better than what you write, Father?"
If my father could get a job copying books, his handwriting must be beautiful.
Brother Ling is only fifteen years old. Can his handwriting be as good as Father's?
"Yes, it looks so much better than Father's!" Fan Jin commented bluntly without any attempt to hide his opinion.
The five little ones' mouths were slightly open.
His gaze toward Ling Ran was filled with admiration.
"Ling Ran, I don't need to go to the prefectural city to transport rice wine these next few days. I'll take care of feeding the livestock. Would you like to teach your younger siblings to write?" Fan Jin asked, seeking their opinion.
Meeting a pair of bright eyes beside him, Ling Ran's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly lowered his eyes and replied, "...Okay."
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