Chapter 52: Best friends are always different from friends (Update 2)

The people watching over the Four Treasures of the Study are all elderly, some are even retired, and they are obviously calligraphy enthusiasts. Their eyes light up when they see all kinds of pens, inks, papers, and

inkstones. Inside the glass covers, inkstone tables, ink sticks, brushes, and stacks of rice paper are all quietly telling their unique history. It really is the fragrance of ancient ink. The display next to it is also looping the production process of these pens, inks, papers, and inkstones, using this method to popularize how these things left by our ancestors are made. Sang Yian looked at a parent holding a little boy and watching the video display attentively. The little boy's eyes sparkled, "Mom, you're amazing! I think calligraphy is cool, can I learn it?" The young mother rubbed his hair, "Of course." Looking at the back of the mother taking the child to the teaching institution nearby to inquire about calligraphy courses, Sang Yian suddenly understood the meaning of what Jiang Huaijing did. Everything is just for inheritance. Those splendid cultures left by our ancestors, those cultural treasures that have gone through a long history and are still shining, will be drowned in the torrent of the development of the times if no one protects, promotes, or inherits them. That would be a pity. Looking at those elderly people, those little kids who followed their parents, and the old people on the big screen who still insist on making paper, inkstones, ink, and pens using the traditional methods, Sang Yian suddenly made a decision. She wanted to pass down the wisdom of her ancestors. If such crafts were lost, it would be a loss for all Chinese people. "Xiaoan, come and see. This paper is so beautiful. It's really hard to imagine the wisdom of the ancients. How did the ancients make such beautiful paper in that era?" Wu Nan was fascinated by the watermark paper. Sang Yian wanted to say that these were exchanged from her. She still had a lot of this kind of watermark paper. "I don't know either, but I can go and ask around." Wu Nan thought she was joking, and subconsciously complained, "Where are you going to ask around? Are you dreaming?" Sang Yian was very serious, "Ask your brothers on the road." Wu Nan raised a thumb, "You're good." "Miss Sang, don't joke like that. This is water-marked paper, a famous paper from the Tang Dynasty, which has long been lost. It was the Fourth Master. Even my grandpa and grandma can't find any water-marked paper that has been preserved and not used." Luo Qingying came over at some point, and happened to hear what the two said, and subconsciously retorted to Sang Yian. "Miss Luo is really knowledgeable. Those who have a legitimate inheritance are different from amateur enthusiasts!" someone flattered. Sang·Amateur·Yi'an: "..." "That's right, Miss Luo is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is a professional. She is not like some people who know nothing and expose their ignorance as soon as they open their mouths. It's too easy to make a fool of themselves." Sang·Ignorance·Yi'an: "..." She has such a bad temper! "Nannan, I'll send you some watermark paper when you get back. Your handwriting is so beautiful, you should use good paper." Wu Nan naturally wanted to support her sister. Even though she knew it was fake, she still looked expectant. "That's great. I'm waiting." Luo Qingying couldn't stand it anymore. "It would be fine if you said this somewhere else, but here we are all experts. It's too ridiculous for you to say this." "There's really no need to be stubborn about this kind of thing. You'll only expose your shallowness." She looked at Sang Yian and said softly, "I've already said that watermark paper has been lost for more than 1,000 years. If it weren't for the Fourth Master taking out the watermark paper for exhibition, we wouldn't be able to see this magical paper with our own eyes." "I can guarantee that in today's society, only an ancient family like the Jiang family may have some long-lost paper like water-grained paper. No one else can do that. Even the level of Chinese studies that my grandparents have can't be obtained, let alone you, an amateur calligraphy enthusiast." Sang Yian met her slightly sarcastic gaze and said casually, "But I am a princess. Although I am an amateur calligraphy enthusiast, I am a serious princess." Luo Qingying: "..." How should she respond to this? "Just because your grandpa and grandma can't get the water-grained paper doesn't mean that others can't get it either." Sang Yian said earnestly, "This person can only represent himself, not everyone. What you said just now was a bit too shallow and arrogant." Luo Qingying was angry. She had just mocked Sang Yian, and she mocked him back exactly the same. Wu Nan was happy, "Then I'll wait for it." Sang Yian was very generous, "I'll send it to you tomorrow. I promised to cut it once." "One cut! You're really acting!" Luo Qingying just thought that these two people were too ridiculous. "Since we are all friends, aren't you being too partial to one another? I used a warehouse to exchange for these water-grained papers." Jiang Huaijing's usually cold voice was tinged with warmth. Sang Yian actually heard some complaints in his words, especially the smile flashing in his peach blossom eyes, which was so attractive that people couldn't take their eyes off him. This man is really too handsome. She couldn't help but bend her eyebrows, looking innocent, "There's nothing I can do, there's still a gap between friends and besties." Everyone understood and looked at Sang Yian in disbelief. Did the Fourth Master mean that the water-grained paper on display was obtained from this little girl? ! Luo Qingying's face turned even paler, and Jiang Huaijing's words were like a slap in her face. She thought Sang Yian knew nothing and could only talk nonsense and make a fool of himself. But, he really has the ability to take out a piece of water-grained paper. The onlookers didn't dare to say anything, they were all embarrassed for Luo Qingying. "Then as a friend, I should have the right of first refusal, right?" Jiang Huaijing settled for the next best thing. Sang Yian shrugged and spread his hands, with a sincere look on his face, "But, I really don't want to sell it!"

Jiang Huaijing had a headache. He hadn't met such a person who was so stubborn for a long time. He always felt helpless when facing this little girl.

"Teacher Zhao is here!"

"It seems that the calligraphy award has come out."

"With Miss Luo here, I don't expect any awards. I just hope to get Mr. Zhao's comments so that I can make some progress."

Luo Qingying raised her chin slightly and immediately looked at Jiang Huaijing.

But Jiang Huaijing had already walked to Zhao Xuhuai's side and didn't pay any attention to this.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. There are indeed many excellent works. We have selected the three best ones together." Zhao Xuhuai, dressed in a Tang suit, said with a smile.

Luo Qingying walked forward confidently.