A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Yang Chunsheng was stunned for two seconds before he realized what was happening, and then he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Old leader, when did you learn to tell these kinds of lame jokes?"

"I learned it from someone," said Grandpa Lin, glancing sideways at Su Fan.

Su Fan, standing to the side, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. The joke he had used to tease the old man the other day was now being used by the old man to entertain this Chairman Yang.

He suppressed a laugh and silently glanced again at the unfinished piece of Yan style calligraphy.

Yang Chunsheng, however, was completely unaware of the unspoken understanding between the old man and the young man, still immersed in his earlier admiration for the calligraphy master after being interrupted.

He cleared his throat and earnestly instructed Su Fan, "Young brother Su Fan, calligraphy is a profound and complex art. It doesn't matter if you can't appreciate it right now; you can gradually immerse yourself in it. But you must remember that the person who could write these two pieces of calligraphy was a true master. That skill and state of mind cannot be easily fathomed. If you really want to write songs for our calligraphy world, you must first understand this craftsmanship."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Su Fan nodded earnestly. "President Yang's teachings are correct. I will read this ingenuity carefully."

As he spoke, he solemnly approached the calligraphy he had written and examined it with feigned reverence.

At this moment, Yang Chunsheng said, "Let me tell you, today's calligraphy exhibition will select the best works in each style category. I can tell you with certainty that these two pieces will definitely be on the list."

Su Fan touched his nose, looking skeptical: "Is this... really that good?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chunsheng's face immediately showed some displeasure: "Young man Su Fan, I know you're a musician, and it's true that different fields are like different worlds, so you can't appreciate the intricacies of this work. But you can't question the value of this piece just because you don't understand it, can you? The value of these two pieces of calligraphy is something that our entire judging panel has repeatedly considered and unanimously agreed upon. If you don't trust me, don't you trust all these highly respected calligraphers present? If you don't believe me, ask our former chairman."

Grandpa Lin, who was standing nearby, said, "You can talk all you want, why bring me up?"

Yang Chunsheng continued, "To tell you the truth, with this unique style of calligraphy and this masterful mastery of Yan Zhenqing's regular script, there are very few calligraphers in the world today who can match it. Now you should understand how remarkable this piece of calligraphy is."

Seeing Yang Chunsheng's somewhat sullen appearance, Su Fan quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Yes, yes, Chairman Yang, I was blind to your talent. Now that you mention it, I'll take a closer look. Hmm, indeed, the more I look at it, the more I appreciate it. This calligraphy is truly excellent, truly excellent."

Seeing that he had finally grasped the point, Yang Chunsheng's expression softened: "That's right. You see, as long as you calm down and appreciate it with your heart, you can also feel the beauty of calligraphy."

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Next, Su Fan and Grandpa Lin strolled around the venue again.

As they walked, Su Fan suddenly spoke up: "Uncle Lin, I have a feeling you're doing this on purpose?"

Why do you say that?

"Think about it, you know perfectly well how those two pieces of calligraphy of mine ended up in this exhibition hall. Chairman Yang was there, praising those two pieces of calligraphy to the skies, and even lecturing me that I couldn't appreciate them. And you, standing next to me, were just chuckling to yourself. To put it bluntly, I feel like you were up to no good."

"Then why don't you just admit it yourself?"

"I thought this was something you arranged on purpose. I can't very well undermine you, can I?"

Grandpa Lin said, "I call it letting nature take its course. You've seen Old Yang, he's spent his whole life studying calligraphy. He has a sharp eye and high aspirations. What he admires most in his life is real skill. If I had told him right away that the calligraphy was written by that singer Su Fan, do you think he would have believed me? He would have thought I was making fun of him."

"What you said makes some sense, but I still have a feeling you're up to some dirty trick."

"What bad intentions could I possibly have? I just want him to thoroughly understand this calligraphy, inside and out, and to truly believe it's a masterpiece. I want him to put on airs like a great master before telling him the truth. Guess what his reaction will be then?"

"Well, so you've been waiting here, old man? I knew you were doing this on purpose."

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The two chatted as they looked at the exhibited works.

During the event, several calligraphers were also creating works on site.

Grandpa Lin glanced at Su Fan and suddenly asked, "Want to show off your skills?"

"No," Su Fan answered decisively.

Why?

"I have to play along with your act."

"Alright." Old Man Lin shook his head regretfully. "What a pity. I gave you a chance to shine in front of everyone, but you were useless."

"I'm not going to pretend anymore; I'll just blend in with the world."

The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had arrived at an unusual creative exhibition area.

The characters here are incredibly diverse.

Even with his master-level calligraphy skills, Su Fan was dumbfounded when faced with these flamboyant and unrestrained works.

It's neither horizontal nor vertical; let alone appreciating it, he can't even recognize how many characters are written on it.

Nearby, some people were creating artwork on site.

The tools used for creation were also strange and unusual, with the main idea being to use anything at will as a pen.

Some people dragged large mops, dipped them in ink, and painted dragons and tigers on long scrolls.

Some people were holding water guns, spraying ink haphazardly onto the paper.

There were also those who soaked their long hair in ink, shook their heads, and splashed ink all over the paper.

Those masters, while creating their works, were also making strange noises, closing their eyes, and shaking their heads, appearing completely absorbed and oblivious to their surroundings, which drew gasps and cheers from the audience.

Grandpa Lin frowned, his face darkening, clearly disapproving of what was happening.

Su Fan, on the other hand, watched with great interest and enjoyment.

"You must never learn this in the future," Grandpa Lin couldn't help but solemnly admonish.

Su Fan waved his hand, beaming, "Don't worry, Uncle Lin, I'm watching it like acrobatics. It's quite interesting. Look at that guy flipping his hair, his neck must be amazing. After writing a piece of calligraphy, he must have a stiff neck!"

"Hmph!" Old Master Lin snorted coldly, his face full of heartache: "Instead of writing proper characters, they have to do these attention-grabbing things. Calligraphy is something that our ancestors have passed down for thousands of years. It's about brushwork, structure, and state of mind. But in the hands of these people, they don't even hold the brush properly. They just do these showy, attention-seeking things. Sooner or later, they will ruin everything left by our ancestors."

Su Fan agreed with Grandpa Lin's opinion; these flashy things are easy to grab attention for a short time.

But the most difficult and precious thing is to be able to calm down, sit on the sidelines, and pass on the skill and spirit of calligraphy and painting stroke by stroke.

Grandpa Lin couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand, "Let's go, this place is boring, let's go somewhere else."

"Okay, sure." Su Fan replied, but couldn't help turning back to take another look at the hairdresser who was flipping his hair, and clicked his tongue, "You can even save on hair dye."