Wang Yi turned around and saw a flicker of excitement and a great deal of admiration in Old Master Li Er's eyes.
"Beautiful writing! Beautiful writing!"
Wang Yi had been so focused on writing that he hadn't noticed Nicole and her grandfather had come up behind him. Seeing him engrossed in his work, they hadn't wanted to disturb him.
Old Master Li Er came over to the desk and looked at the three-meter-long scroll.
The ink was still wet, and the scroll was filled with its fragrance.
The old master admired each character, then took in the work as a whole. At last, he said:
"Majestic and imposing overall, with tremendous force. Every stroke has a vigorous beauty, yet there's also the sharpness of Slender Gold Body. Combined with the poem's meaning and mood, it conveys a spirit that only grows stronger with age and an ambition that never falls from the clouds. Magnificent, magnificent!"
Nicole didn't know much about calligraphy, but hearing her grandfather praise Wang Yi made her eyes shine like the moon, and she was bursting with pride.
The old master continued, "However, I've never seen this style of writing before. Is it one you created yourself?"
Wang Yi nodded. "Your guidance just now gave me some inspiration. I combined the sharpness of Slender Gold Body with the vigorous power of Zhang Jizhi's monumental calligraphy to create this style. It's still a work in progress, though, and there's plenty of room for improvement."
The old master shook his head. "It came from inspiration, expressed from the heart. In my eyes, this piece is already close to perfect. It seems you're not only extraordinarily gifted at basketball, but also blessed with tremendous talent for calligraphy."
When it came to talent, there was simply no denying it.
Everyone knew