As he wrote, he mumbled: "This brush is something I brought back from Beijing; it's the type of wolf brush that the calligraphers in Beijing use. Your Excellency, you might not be familiar with these details, but in the art of calligraphy, the tools are more important than the technique."
Bichulin's brushwork was smooth, breathing life and spirit into it, showing noticeable dedication. After finishing, he set the brush aside and gently lifted the paper, holding it in front of the lamp on the table to admire it carefully, before handing it to Arthur: "Look, this is the essence of lively charm. If you like it, I won't sell it this time; I'll just give it to you."
Arthur held Bichulin's ink artwork in reverence for a long time. Although it didn't reach the level of a calligrapher, it definitely deserved a description of neat and dignified; at least his handwriting was far more pleasing than what Arthur could manage.
