Ye Sichen entered the room and helped the old man pour a glass of water for Zhuang Ruyu.
Zhuang Ruyu held the glass with both hands and walked to the old man's study table. She looked at the characters he wrote, her delicate brows slightly raising, appearing quite spirited, and said: "Grandpa, your writing seems to reflect your fluctuating mood. The strokes are hesitant and incomplete, as if your train of thought was interrupted."
"I was thinking about the character 'Dao'. People say to write the radical at the bottom slowly, but I can never seem to write it smoothly." The old man mentioned his difficulty.
"That's because, Grandpa, you're reminded of Lai Xun's words: 'The road is made by walking. Before someone walks it, there is no road.' Writing the radical first isn't wrong."
