Scholarship Descends to the Mortal World, Cloud-Reclining Young Master!

"A gentleman was no mere vessel; he embraced all without forming cliques."

"Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me!"

Several passages Hua An read came from the Holy Sayings. They were nothing unusual; people throughout Great Qi knew them well.

But he truly had never heard the first line.

"The sounds of wind, rain, and reading all reached the ear. Affairs of the family, the state, and the world all deserved concern."

Even a physician like Hua An could not help admiring it. The words rolled off the tongue like an exquisite couplet, and their deeper meaning lingered in his mind.

Hua An doubted the boy had composed it. He had most likely copied it down.

Yet the handwriting in ink stood out.

Hua An picked up the book. Apart from the black printed text,

the handwritten notes along the margins were neat and precise, almost indistinguishable from the print.

Curious, he flipped back through the pages. At first, the handwriting twisted and wobbled like a young child's first attempts.

Yet after only a few pages, it grew orderly, almost indistinguishable from the printed characters.

Astonished, Hua An asked, "Did you write these characters, young master?"

You nodded faintly.

Puzzled, Hua An asked, "From the look of things, no one has taught you calligraphy yet, has he?"

You smiled. "No. I keep the blindfold on during the day, so at night I copy the characters in books by moonlight."

Hua An could scarcely believe it. He had seen the handwriting of many young masters and ladies in Xie Manor. Some wrote beautifully, but all had received instruction early on.

Yet Xie Guan had produced such neat characters without a copybook, despite his eye condition.

As the saying went, a person's handwriting reflected their character.