"Your brushwork must be composed and fluid. Only with steadiness and lightness can you wield the brush freely."
Li Ping'an explained patiently.
Aliya and Zhao Ling'er had already begun practicing beside him.
After hearing that Wang Shan had asked Li Ping'an to teach Wang Yi calligraphy, Zhao Ling'er had begged her father to let her join the lessons.
Her father did not understand why his daughter wanted an obscure street singer to teach her calligraphy.
Especially a blind one.
It was no less absurd than asking a blind man to identify a murderer.
But seeing his daughter's insistence, and seeing that Wang Shan had sent his son there too,
he decided the man must have some exceptional ability and did not refuse.
Li Ping'an figured that herding one sheep was no different from herding two, so he had no objection.
Aliya had little foundation, but at least she was willing to learn.
Zhao Ling'er had studied calligraphy since childhood and enjoyed copying calligraphy models.
With a certain grounding in calligraphy, she had the best handwriting of the group.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful."
Looking at Zhao Ling'er's brushwork, Aliya suddenly felt a mountain of pressure weighing on her.
Zhao Ling'er smiled. "I've just practiced more, that's all. Practice makes perfect."
While the two discussed what they had learned,
Wang Yi sat nearby, looking out the window and whistling, in excellent spirits.
This made both Aliya and Zhao Ling'er very curious.
Wang Yi had been gloomy all these days. Why had he suddenly changed today?
"Wang Yi, what are you so happy about?"
Wang Yi chuckled. "It's a secret. A secret."
Aliya turned her head away. "Tch~ Suit yourself. I'm sure it's boring anyway."
The provocation worked, and Wang Yi straightened in his seat.
Only after checking that Li Ping'an was