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Pen, please!

With that shout, Fang Yu exuded an aura of overwhelming power; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was about to open the gates of heaven with his sword.

However, all he received in response was a glare from Zhao Guifang.

"Give me a break!"

Zhao Guifang reached out and poked Fang Yu on the forehead.

"Do you think I don't know your own worth?"

"From childhood to adulthood, your handwriting has always looked like it's been scratched by chicken claws, and you still want to write couplets?"

Fang Daqiang, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but laugh and added insult to injury:

"Son, let's be realistic, stop bragging."

"The words on this door represent our family's reputation for the year; they're not for you to practice on."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

"Alright, I'm going to find Teacher Wang at the east end of the village."

"He's a retired teacher who spent his whole life writing with chalk, and his calligraphy is also quite good. If we ask him to write a piece for us, it definitely won't be bad."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guifang thought the idea was reliable:

"Yes, yes, go quickly!"

"Bring two bottles of good wine with you, so they don't work for nothing."

"Okay," Fang Daqiang replied, putting on his coat and heading outside.

Zhao Guifang went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

The room fell silent instantly.

Fang Yu stood there, still holding the "pen" gesture, feeling incredibly awkward.

Good grief, my master-level calligraphy skills haven't even been used yet, and my own parents have already completely ignored them?

At the end of the kang (a heated brick bed), Liu Yifei sat cross-legged, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hands, her cheeks bulging.

Seeing Fang Yu's embarrassed expression, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That laugh broke the awkward silence in the room.

Fang Yu withdrew his hand without blushing. Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at Liu Yifei.

"Laughing? Still laughing?"

He tapped his fingers on the table.

"Comrade Liu Yifei, the organization is now assigning you a glorious but arduous task."

Liu Yifei blinked her big eyes, looking wary: "What?"

Fang Yu pursed his lips, casually grabbed the large red paper, flattened it, and pressed it down.

"In ancient times, there were beauties adding fragrance to the ink; today, there are celestial beings grinding ink."

He raised an eyebrow, and that frivolous air of his was back.

"Although our family is poor and we don't have sandalwood to add, someone still has to empty the inkwell, right?"

"Given your rude behavior of mocking this artist just now, is it too much to punish you by making you serve as my page?"

Liu Yifei was amused by his twisted logic.

This guy has a really thick skin. He was just insulted like that, but he can still brag so seriously.

but……

Looking at Fang Yu's stubbornness, as if saying "Nobody believes me, but I'm going to prove them wrong," she suddenly felt a pang in her heart.

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

"Alright, I'll be merciful today and act as your page."

Liu Yifei patted the crumbs off her hands, jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), and ran to the table in her slippers.

She picked up the ink bottle and carefully poured it into the inkstone.

The glossy black ink flowed slowly, and a faint scent of pine smoke filled the air.

"How much?" she asked.

"Fill it up," Fang Yu said succinctly.

Liu Yifei poured the inkstone as instructed, then picked up the large mixed-hair brush and soaked it in the inkwell until the brush tip was full and had absorbed enough ink before handing it over with both hands.

"Here comes the pen, Mr. Fang, the great artist."

Her tone was three parts teasing and seven parts curiosity.

Fang Yu didn't reply.

The instant your fingertips touch the pen.

His playful smile vanished instantly.

The body, which had been standing loosely, suddenly straightened up.

Shoulders lowered, wrists suspended in the air.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and a touch of playfulness, now became focused and profound.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor any deliberate attempts to strike a pose.

Fang Yu stood there quietly, holding a pen in his hand.

Yet it gives people a sense of oppression, as if mountains are blocking their way.

Liu Yifei stood opposite him, less than half a meter away.

The sensory impact was the most direct; the smile on her face froze without her realizing it, and her breathing slowed down.

Is this... still the Fang Yu whose handwriting his mother used to criticize as looking like chicken claws?

At this moment, the person standing in front of her doesn't seem to be a young idol in his twenties.

He was a master calligrapher who had immersed himself in the world of calligraphy for half his life and whose mind was filled with profound knowledge.

Live stream chat.

[Holy crap? That look in his eyes is weird!]

[I've studied calligraphy for ten years. This pen-holding posture, this stance... I'm definitely a professional!]

Putting everything else aside, just based on that starting stance, I bet five cents he really knows it!

[That aura is so strong! I feel like I'm afraid to even breathe loudly, even through the screen!]

Fang Yu began to write.

The brushstrokes touch the paper like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet they penetrate the paper with force.

His wrist was extremely steady, without any fancy movements. With just a simple stroke, his master-level aura exploded out.

Although Liu Yifei doesn't understand calligraphy, she has seen many inscriptions by famous calligraphers.

Those people would burn incense, bathe, and spend half a day contemplating before writing, and they would sway their heads and shake their heads while writing.

But Fang Yu is different.

He acted as if he were chopping vegetables or sweeping the floor, almost too casually.

But the ink marks under the brush seemed to come alive.

Begin with a reverse stroke, continue with a centered stroke, and finish with a return stroke.

Thick black ink flowed freely on the bright red paper, the brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes, powerful and elegant.

Each stroke is structurally rigorous, yet it is also unrestrained.

The strokes of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan are so powerful and insightful!

Although most of the viewers in the live stream are laymen, beauty is universal.

Holy crap! This handwriting...it's something else!

[I study calligraphy, and this starting stroke is absolutely amazing!]

[This force, this structure, was it scratched by a chicken claw? If this is a chicken claw, then my hand is a pig's trotter!]

Fang Yu was completely focused, his pen flying across the paper.

Each large character leaps off the page.

Vigorous and powerful, with a magnificent momentum!

If you disregard the content, this is absolutely a masterpiece worthy of being hung in a museum.

However, as Liu Yifei silently recited those words in her mind, following Fang Yu's brushstrokes, her original expression of admiration gradually froze on her face.

First line: Get rid of singlehood and poverty, but not hair.

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Yu dragged out the last stroke of the character "发" into an extremely elegant flying white stroke, as if it were a stroke of genius.

Without pausing, he dipped his brush in ink again and wrote the second line of the couplet.

The second line reads: Eat well, drink well, and have money to spend.

Finally, with a flourish of his brush, he wrote four bold, unrestrained characters on the horizontal scroll.

Horizontal inscription: Making a living by one's looks.

Finished writing, put down the pen.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect."

He placed the brush on the inkstone, turned to look at Liu Yifei, who was already petrified, and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think? Does this calligraphy suit our storefront?"

Liu Yifei opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

The characters are good.

Seriously, even a layperson like her could tell that the handwriting was excellent.

The overwhelming artistic atmosphere was irresistible.

but……

Isn't this content a bit too... too much?