Ling Zishan carefully put away Lin Tian's handwritten notes, but when she saw his calligraphy, she was slightly surprised: "This is really good, already has its own style."
"Aunt Ling, you're praising me too much, I might get arrogant." Lin Tian joked, aware of his own abilities.
He had seen Ling Zishan's writing before, on the auction invitation, the spirit of those characters was unmatched, so Ling Zishan's skill in calligraphy was very high.
Even though Ling Shuiyao's praise was just that, Ling Zishan's high evaluation left Lin Tian, thick-skinned as he was, a bit embarrassed.
"Some people's writing looks beautiful but has no spirit, while others may not look as good yet are full of charm. A computer printer can print any font, but they have no soul." Ling Zishan commented like this.
She didn't say much more about those principles, but solemnly put away Lin Tian's notes, then smiled: "Let's go, we've been away too long, Manxue and Shuiyao might miss the elimination round."
