"Is this piece of calligraphy very important?" Hu Manrou, unfamiliar with calligraphy, naturally couldn't see any value in it.
"This is a calligrapher who emerged later; at that time, he actually wasn't recognized. However, like Van Gogh, he only gained recognition after his death. It is said that the calligraphy community didn't accept him initially just because he had a bad personality. From his writing, you can tell that he was very arrogant."
This was what Luo Qingli said; she could have such an understanding of calligraphy, all thanks to her grandfather.
When she was a child, she was forced to learn it.
"Wow! Little Fox, you are amazing! How do you know everything?" Hu Manrou looked up to Luo Qingli with admiration, her eyes practically turning into two little peach hearts.
"If you ask me about other things, I definitely won't know. But I do know a little bit about this," Luo Qingli said without modesty in this matter.
