"Fu Yanci..."
As soon as Ye Li looked up, she saw Fu Yanci standing at the doorway, not coming in. She stood up and waved, "Your calligraphy must be beautiful. Come help me write a few words!"
Write words?
Fu Yanci walked over to the desk, glanced at the chaos on it, and then at the round, adorable "road" written on the snowy white rice paper. He couldn't help but chuckle, "What do you want to write?"
"Help me write: 'Distance tests a horse's strength, time reveals a person's heart.' I want to mount it and give it to Brother Mu!"
Looking at her own handwriting, lacking stroke strength and elegance, resembling more of naive doodles than calligraphy, and imagining it hung on the wall for others to secretly laugh at, Ye Li decided to abandon the idea.
Fu Yanci accepted the brush, teasing as he began to write, "Didn't they say calligraphy and painting are one family? Ah Li, your painting is so good, why is your handwriting so bad?"