A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

The more Yang Chunsheng looked, the more astonished he became. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Thin horizontal strokes and thick vertical strokes, with inner strength and rounded, weighty turns—this perfectly captures the majestic and dignified spirit of Yan Zhenqing! Old Chairman, regular script is where true skill is revealed, especially the Yan style. It cannot hide even a trace of clumsiness or take any shortcuts. Without decades of practice in the wrist and that upright and righteous spirit in the heart, one could never write such characters."

With a half-smile, Grandpa Lin said, "Guess who did this?"

Upon hearing Grandpa Lin's words, Yang Chunsheng knew without guessing who it was, but the more he heard, the more incredulous he became: "This...this was also written by that young friend?"

"That's right, it was written by that kid."

Looking at the "Record of the Immortal Altar of Magu" which was only in its beginning, Yang Chunsheng said with some regret, "Why didn't you let him finish it? What a pity."

Grandpa Lin said irritably, "That kid is so lazy. He wrote a few lines, then got tired and put down his pen."

"I'm too tired..."

Yang Chunsheng murmured these two simple and unadorned characters. If he could write them so beautifully, he could write for three days and three nights without ever complaining of being tired.

"Old Chairman!" Yang Chunsheng grabbed Grandpa Lin's hand, his tone almost pleading, "You absolutely must introduce this young friend to me. Such a prodigy must be invited into our calligraphy association. With him, the entire calligraphy world will be blessed!"

"Join the association?" Old Lin pulled his hand away, blew on his beard, and said, "I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. You want him to join the association, sit in those proper seats, and attend those formal meetings? No way. Besides, he has his own main job."

Yang Chunsheng panicked and, in desperation, resorted to his trump card: "Hey, old chairman, you can't say that. The calligraphy association is your old workplace. You can't just abandon the task of discovering and recommending the next generation of talents. Even just letting him put his name on it would be fine."

"Alright, stop flattering me. Here's the deal: I'll ask around for you later, but if they don't agree, there's nothing I can do."

In fact, the reason why Grandpa Lin didn't reveal any specific information about Su Fan to Yang Chunsheng from beginning to end was that...

It wasn't that he was keeping secrets, but rather that he felt it was impolite to sell out someone's details without their permission.

He knew how to strike the right balance.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then I'll wait for your good news!"

After saying that, his eyes darted around, and he grabbed the two calligraphy scrolls on the table and pulled them into his arms. "I'll take these two scrolls first!"

"Put it down! Who told you to move it?"

Yang Chunsheng held onto the calligraphy tightly, refusing to let go, and said, "Old Chairman, please listen to me. There's a calligraphy exhibition going on recently, and I'm thinking of taking these pieces to the exhibition."

Grandpa Lin sternly said, "Nonsense! How could you exhibit someone's calligraphy without their permission?"

Yang Chunsheng argued vehemently, "Old Chairman, look, these two pieces of calligraphy have neither a signature nor a seal. I'm just putting them up for an exhibition, without revealing any information about the person who wrote them. Nobody knows who wrote them."

Indeed, when Su Fan wrote these two pieces of calligraphy, he did so casually, without signing or stamping them.

Just as Grandpa Lin was about to object again, Yang Chunsheng preemptively added, "Besides, old chairman, I'll exhibit this calligraphy for a few days first. As soon as the exhibition ends, I'll immediately return it to you exactly as it is. Even if I forget to return it for a moment, you and that young friend know each other, don't you? You can just have him write a few more pieces for you then, right?"

This combination of refutation and attack left Grandpa Lin speechless for a moment.

"Hmph!" Old Master Lin glared at him, but didn't actually try to snatch it again. "You promised to return it to me immediately after the exhibition. Don't force me to come to your door and ask for it back then."

"Definitely, definitely!" Yang Chunsheng replied as if he had found a treasure, holding the two calligraphy pieces in his arms like precious gems. "As soon as the exhibition ends, I will send them back to your residence immediately. You can rest assured."

……

For the next few days, Su Fan went to have breakfast with Grandpa Lin every day.

After breakfast, as always, Grandpa Lin dragged Su Fan to his house for a couple of games of chess.

Over time, under the tutelage of the expert Grandpa Lin, Su Fan's chess skills improved dramatically.

Later on, Su Fan stopped looking at his phone altogether and started fighting Lin Da Ye seriously.

Even so, the two fought to a standstill, with neither gaining the upper hand.

But this made Grandpa Lin feel very uncomfortable.

Grandpa Lin stared at the chessboard, then suddenly looked up and said, "You little rascal, do you think you can beat me without even concentrating?"

Su Fan looked completely innocent: "Uncle Lin, I was just seriously playing with you."

"Seriously?" Old Man Lin snorted. "Didn't you say you were born with a disease that requires you to multitask to maximize your potential? Now, you're not looking at your phone and you're playing games with me, going back and forth. This clearly shows you don't respect me."

Su Fan almost choked on his own fabricated words. His eyes darted around, and he calmly added, "Uncle Lin, you don't know this, but I recently came across a good remedy. My two-handedness problem has been cured. Now, I can only focus on one thing at a time and can no longer be distracted by anything else."

"Hmph, although I always feel that you're trying to fool me, I just don't have any proof."

"Uncle Lin, don't worry about the details." Seeing this, Su Fan quickly changed the subject, raised his hand to check the time, and said, "Oh, it's almost noon. Come on, let's go eat."

The two then headed straight for that restaurant.

Su Fan has recently fallen completely in love with this place.

The dishes here are cooked to perfection, with authentic flavors, and everything suits his taste.

As soon as he entered, the boss saw him from afar and greeted him warmly, "Uncle Lin is here! And Xiao Fan too! What's the plan for today? The usual?"

"The same old thing." Old Man Lin waved his hand knowingly.

The two found a familiar spot by the window and sat down.

Before long, several steaming hot signature dishes were served one after another.

Su Fan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and squinted his eyes with satisfaction: "Uncle Lin, I have to say, I understand now why you stay in this alley every day and don't move. It's all for this food. If I were you, I wouldn't want to leave either."

"Xiao Li's ancestors were imperial chefs in the palace; their culinary skills are unparalleled."

"Then you're in for a treat!"

……

The old man and the young man chatted away in the lively atmosphere of the alleyway.