A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Next, Grandpa Lin took out several more pieces of calligraphy, which Su Fan carefully critiqued one by one.

What's remarkable is that every single one of his comments hits the nail on the head.

Whether discussing brushwork, composition, or the state of mind and character conveyed in the words, every sentence is insightful and persuasive.

Grandpa Lin seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and the more they talked, the more they clicked and enjoyed themselves.

After looking at more than ten pieces, Grandpa Lin suddenly said, "You know so much about calligraphy, so you must be able to write it yourself, right?"

"I know a little bit," Su Fan replied.

From the very beginning, Su Fan had all his skills maxed out, including calligraphy and painting.

Today, his calligraphy is already at a master level.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Lin immediately became interested: "Come, come, I have all the necessary tools, ink, paper, and inkstone. Show me your skills."

Su Fan didn't hesitate. He rolled up his sleeves, concentrated, picked up his brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write stroke by stroke on the spread-out Xuan paper.

"There is a record of the Immortal Altar on Magu Mountain in Nancheng County, Fuzhou, during the Tang Dynasty..."

He wrote a sentence from Yan Zhenqing's "Record of the Immortal Altar of Magu".

Grandpa Lin recognized it as soon as he saw the beginning.

This is Yan Zhenqing's most representative work of regular script.

As Su Fan wrote on the paper, Grandpa Lin's eyes gradually widened.

Su Fan's brushstrokes were steady and powerful, with each stroke penetrating the paper.

The horizontal strokes are slender yet strong, the vertical strokes are robust yet not bulky, and the turns are rounded and seamless.

Each character is broad and robust in structure, dignified and powerful, truly capturing the essence and spirit of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

What's even more remarkable is that the entire piece of calligraphy flows smoothly and each stroke is exquisite, yet it is completely devoid of any artificiality. It is clear that Yan Zhenqing's loyal, upright, and indomitable spirit has also been infused into the brushstrokes.

Grandpa Lin is an expert; he knows all too well that regular script is the ultimate test of a person's true skill.

The regular script is meticulous in every stroke, revealing no flaws or shortcuts; the depth of skill is immediately apparent.

Su Fan's skill goes beyond mere imitation.

This shows a true mastery and vibrant application of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy style.

"Beautiful calligraphy... beautiful calligraphy!" Grandpa Lin leaned over the table, his heart pounding with excitement, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Su Fan put down his pen after writing only a few sentences.

"Why did you stop writing?" Grandpa Lin asked, still wanting to continue.

"Uncle Lin, the entire 'Record of the Immortal Altar of Magu' is over nine hundred words long. If I were to write it down for you from beginning to end, we'd both have to eat our dinners with this ink."

"Hurry up and write, I'll arrange dinner for you."

Su Fan quickly waved his hand: "I'm not writing anymore, if I keep writing, people will think I came here just to freeload a meal."

"Let's see who dares to say that!" Old Man Lin glared.

Su Fan really didn't want to write anymore. Writing is the most exhausting thing. Every stroke requires concentration and calmness. Writing a long piece of writing is like peeling off a layer of skin.

To stop writing, Su Fan pretended to be profound and said, "Uncle Lin, when it comes to calligraphy, it's not about quantity, but about spirit. The characters must have vitality and spirit. When you're agitated, the characters you write are lifeless. You have to concentrate and calm your mind, raise your breath and let it flow down, for the characters to come alive. So, when it comes to calligraphy, it's better to have less than to have something of poor quality. Rather than forcing it, I'd like to give you something different."

As he spoke, he picked up his pen again, but with a different style, and wrote on the paper: "The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers."

This time, the brushwork is completely different from the robust Yan style of calligraphy.

These characters are clear and elegant, with a slender structure, thin and firm strokes, and clean and crisp beginnings and endings, without any sloppiness.

Between the characters, there is a gentle, scholarly air; elegant and upright, refined yet possessing a formidable spirit.

Grandpa Lin bent down to look, and was first taken aback, then his brows furrowed slightly.

This handwriting is elegant and refined, forming a unique style. However, despite having read countless pieces of calligraphy, he couldn't recall which school or style it belonged to.

"What style is this? I've never seen it before." He reached out and vaguely traced the strokes. "The structure is slender, yet the center of gravity is stable. Each stroke looks thin, but it exudes a resilience within, with clear and vigorous strength. It's like... like a combination of the regularity of regular script and the fluidity of running script. It's truly elegant, yet within this elegance, it doesn't lose its strength. It's wonderful! It's truly unique and has its own style!"

Su Fan thought to himself, "Well, I've gotten myself into a big trap again!"

At this moment, Grandpa Lin looked up at Su Fan with an incredulous expression: "You kid, where did you learn this handwriting style? I've lived most of my life and seen countless characters, but I've never seen anything like it before."

Su Fan, without changing his expression, made up a story: "This? It's something I came up with for fun."

He said this aloud, but in his heart he thought, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qi Gong!"

Grandpa Lin's eyes widened: "You figured it out yourself? Just based on these few characters, I'd believe you if you said it was a master calligrapher's unique style. You're trying to keep it a secret, aren't you? Hurry up and write a few more, save some for me."

Su Fan put down his pen with a bitter face: "Uncle Lin, please spare me. I've been playing chess with you all morning, and my eyes are tired. Now I'm writing, and I'm almost completely exhausted. If I keep writing, I feel like I'll be drained dry."

Grandpa Lin persisted: "It's alright, you write it. If you don't have the energy to eat later, I'll feed you."

"That won't do." Su Fan pleaded repeatedly, then his eyes darted around and he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh, right, Uncle Lin, look at my memory! I forgot to turn off the gas. I'll go home and turn it off first. Another day, another day I'll definitely come over and write you a few more paintings."

As he moved toward the door, he cupped his hands in greeting: "I'm truly grateful for your wonderful meal, the fine chess games, and all these treasures you've given me today. It's been a worthwhile trip. See you later, Uncle Lin."

"Hey, you little rascal..." Old Master Lin still wanted to keep him.

But Su Fan slipped out of the study in a flash and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Grandpa Lin stood there, looking at the few sheets of paper with the ink still wet, feeling both annoyed and amused. He shook his head, but couldn't help muttering to himself, "This kid is interesting, really interesting."

He lowered his head and examined the few clear and elegant characters again, his appreciation growing stronger.

"We really shouldn't have let that kid go!"

As Grandpa Lin admired Su Fan's calligraphy, he sighed, his expression suggesting that letting Su Fan go would be a huge loss.

He paced back and forth in front of the calligraphy with his hands behind his back, liking it more and more as he looked at it.

The calligraphy itself is elegant and refined, forming a unique style, making it a rare and precious work.

Not to mention, this was done by a young man in his early twenties. His skill and talent are truly amazing.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly remember something, quickly walked to the table, picked up his phone, and took several photos of the painting "The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers" left by Su Fan.

After taking the photos, he leaned close to the screen and carefully selected one by one, finally choosing the two he was most satisfied with.

Then, he opened a chat window and sent the two photos.