A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

After finishing their meal, Su Fan and Grandpa Lin returned to Grandpa Lin's house.

I had just sat down at the chessboard when I heard a loud knocking on the door.

Grandpa Lin got up to open the door, and standing outside was Yang Chunsheng.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Chunsheng said urgently, "Old leader, you have to help me!"

Grandpa Lin thought something had happened to him and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Chunsheng said urgently, "You absolutely must introduce me to this Su Fan!"

Grandpa Lin snorted irritably, "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and in such a hurry?"

After saying that, he shouted into the courtyard, "Did you hear that? Someone's looking for you."

Yang Chunsheng was taken aback. Following Grandpa Lin's gaze, he looked into the courtyard and saw Su Fan sitting in front of the chessboard.

Su Fan stood up and walked to the door: "President Yang, hello."

Upon seeing Su Fan, Yang Chunsheng excitedly rushed forward and grasped Su Fan's hands tightly: "Teacher Su Fan! Oh, it's so good to finally meet you in person!"

The three sat down again, and Yang Chunsheng began to express his gratitude: "Teacher Su Fan, this time, I really have to thank you properly! You have no idea how many years our old craft of calligraphy has been neglected. It's made my hair turn mostly white from worry. But you stepped up, with those two pieces of calligraphy and that 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion,' and suddenly you revived the passion for calligraphy. Our entire calligraphy community must remember your kindness!"

Su Fan smiled and returned the greeting: "President Yang, you're too kind. It was just a small favor, I don't deserve such a big thank you."

At this moment, Yang Chunsheng solemnly apologized to Su Fan: "Teacher Su Fan, there is something else I must apologize to you in person. At the exhibition that day, I was blind to your talent and made presumptuous comments on your work. Alas, thinking about it now, I feel ashamed. I made a fool of myself by showing off my limited skills in front of an expert. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take it to heart."

Su Fan waved his hand: "President Yang, there's no need. This is really not your fault. If you want to blame someone, blame Grandpa Lin."

Grandpa Lin glared at him: "Hey, you two, just talk about your business, don't drag me into it."

When Yang Chunsheng thanked Su Fan again, Su Fan said directly, "President Yang, please don't thank me. I just don't like those so-called artists, that's all."

At this moment, Old Man Lin said sarcastically from the side, "Oh, you little rascal, weren't you all righteous and awe-inspiring a few days ago, saying that this was my inescapable responsibility? Now you're all humble?"

Su Fan replied frankly, "I said that because I wanted to freeload a meal at your place, didn't I?"

These words amused Grandpa Lin: "However, I still like your righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. Why don't you write a couple more poems? I'll treat you to a few more meals."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chunsheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Teacher Su Fan, why don't you join the calligraphy association? I'll cover all your meals this month—no, this year!"

Su Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "That won't do, I can't bear to let you spend so much money."

Yang Chunsheng hurriedly said, "It's no trouble at all, not at all. As long as you join our association, I'll treat you to meals every day. If you're busy, I'll pack some and bring it to you!"

Grandpa Lin chimed in, "He wasn't worried about you spending money; he was actually rejecting you."

Su Fan feigned reproach, saying, "Uncle Lin, you always speak the truth. It's not good to say things like that. Can't we be a little more tactful?"

Grandpa Lin snorted: "Hmph~ There are no outsiders here, why can't you just say what you want to say?"

Yang Chunsheng, standing to the side, looked slightly embarrassed as he listened to the two of them exchanging barbs.

At this moment, Grandpa Lin asked seriously, "Xiao Fan, would you be interested in joining the calligraphy association?"

"No," Su Fan answered crisply.

Grandpa Lin then turned to Yang Chunsheng: "Did you hear that? He's not interested, so don't force him."

Yang Chunsheng, with a tearful expression, said, "My old leader, you were my old leader..."

"I'm retired, don't label me like that," Grandpa Lin interrupted him. "Besides, since they don't want to, you shouldn't be annoying either."

Su Fan then spoke up, "Although I do not hold a position in the calligraphy association, it is my bounden duty to promote traditional culture."

Grandpa Lin said to Yang Chunsheng, "Now you understand, right? This kid won't join the association, but he'll support it. That means he can do the work, but he'll have to get paid."

Yang Chunsheng hurriedly replied, "That's for sure. We're preparing to use 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion' as the association's promotional song. Although we can't afford the copyright, we won't skimp on the usage fees!"

Su Fan said, "If it's for the calligraphy association's publicity purposes and not for commercial use, then I'll grant authorization for free."

Before Yang Chunsheng could speak, Grandpa Lin said, "How can that be? How much is it? You have to take the money."

Su Fan waved his hand: "Really, no need. The songs I write for cultural and tourism projects in various places are used for promotion by me for free. Besides, if you use this song, it's the same as promoting my song. In addition, didn't I already say that promoting traditional culture is my bounden duty?"

"Alright, alright, you're so high and mighty, you're so great." Grandpa Lin then said to Yang Chunsheng, "We don't have to give you money, but you can't not eat. From now on, just treat us to a few meals every month, that will be fine."

Grandpa Lin's words were actually creating an opportunity for Yang Chunsheng to get closer to Su Fan.

Yang Chunsheng immediately understood and patted his chest, "No problem! Absolutely no problem! As long as you have time, I'll come and arrange it anytime!"

Su Fan understood Lin Da Ye's intention in doing so, so he didn't say anything more.

At this moment, Grandpa Lin waved his hand and said, "Alright, since everyone's here, let's go to the study to talk."

The three moved to the study.

Upon arriving at the study, without saying a word, Grandpa Lin neatly laid out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then turned to Su Fan and said, "Since you're here, why don't you write a couple of pieces?"

Upon seeing this, Su Fan immediately understood: "So, you said you came to the study for a chat, and this is what you wanted to talk about?"

Yang Chunsheng quickly stepped forward, his face full of anticipation: "Professor Su Fan, please pick up a pen and let me experience the master's demeanor up close!"

Su Fan said, "President Yang, you are a senior, just call me Xiao Fan, otherwise I feel very uncomfortable."

Grandpa Lin urged, "Write with your calligraphy, write a lot. This time, I'll have to watch your brushstrokes carefully."

Su Fan stopped being coy and said, "Then I'll make a fool of myself and ask the two seniors for their guidance."

After speaking, he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, concentrated his mind, and placed his wrist on the Xuan paper.