Yan Huaiyi said, "It's not that exaggerated. I really like Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. I'd be satisfied to even resemble it by thirty percent, let alone capture its essence." He wasn't being modest; his calligraphy didn't resemble even thirty percent, not even ten percent.
Yan Huaiyi placed some importance on He Shouren's opinion and smiled, "Teacher He, could you give some feedback? Let's spar a bit."
Xu Chunliang could only sigh at his fearless ignorance. Don't you have any sense of your own level? Sparring? You should say learning, asking for guidance!
If He Shouren's calligraphy level was tantamount to Weishan Lake, then Yan Huaiyi's was at best a small muddy puddle at the entrance, with a high mud content.
He Shouren was skilled in cursive script, and since Yan Huaiyi was a guest, he couldn't say much, so he smiled lightly, "Not bad!"
He Shouren wasn't good at socializing and usually spoke bluntly, but today he made some perfunctory remarks mainly for Xu Chunliang's sake.
