Filled it in?
I wanted Senior Brother's poem.
Liang Yuan lowered his head to look...
"Hm?"
This poem?!
Ning Hao hurriedly looked over too. At a single glance, he felt his heart jolt.
On the scroll, the poem's ink was still wet, and yet...
"It actually has even more artistic conception than Senior Brother's poem!" Liang Yuan murmured.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze sweep over him.
Ning Hao studied the lines, then looked at the landscape painting.
Though he could hardly believe it, the poem Chu Ming had written was more fitting and poetic than the one he'd added that afternoon.
"Junior Brother Chu," he said solemnly, turning to Chu Ming. "Did you paint this?"
"Mm." Chu Ming nodded.
Liang Yuan didn't know why, but when he heard Ning Hao's question, something about it felt off.
His eyes shifted. In much the same tone, he asked with a serious expression, "You filled in this poem... No, you came up with this poem?"
"..."
Were they secretly competing now?
Standing between the two of them, Chu Ming said quietly, "Senior Brothers, how about we eat first and discuss it when we get back?"
Discuss it?
Who were you going to discuss it with?
And what were you going to discuss?!
Poetry? Painting?
Your poem was better than Senior Brother Ning's!
Your copy of the painting was exactly like Junior Brother Liang's!
In that instant, Ning Hao remembered all the times he'd urged Chu Ming to study poetry properly.
Liang Yuan's gaze slid toward the painting on the table. He tried to find something wrong with it, but couldn't find a single flaw.
Good heavens, was my talent in painting and calligraphy?
How could someone master a painting technique in one day that had taken me