238. Xiao Ruawen's dad 2

"Your calligraphy is quite impressive, do you practice regularly?" Xiao Jianbiao emerged from behind Xu Qingfan, his soft voice breaking the silence.

Xu Qingfan jumped at the sudden voice, even his brush-holding hand trembled. He turned around nonchalantly and replied, "Yes, uncle, hello, I just practice occasionally, not very often."

"Hmm, I heard the couplet at the doorway was also written by you? It's quite commanding," he said, patting Xu Qingfan on the shoulder.

"Ahem, yes." Xu Qingfan glanced at the hand on his shoulder, noting the clear calluses on the base of the thumb, a tell-tale sign of a lifetime gripping guns, as any experienced person could tell.

"You're a sturdy young man. Would you like to have a couple of drinks with your uncle sometime?" Xiao Jianbiao squeezed his shoulder, then patted it with more force.

Xu Qingfan's eyes shifted towards Xiao Lijian, but the old master was engrossed in his writing, seemingly indifferent to their conversation.