The evening river breeze was brushing through the bamboo grove, where Professor He put down his bowl and enthusiastically waved Yan Fei over: "Xiao Fei, come here, today I'll show you what true calligraphy looks like."
Picking up the Yellow Stone Inkstone, Professor He looked full of confidence: "Hurry over and grind some ink!"
He had been fondling this inkstone all afternoon, studying the carvings on it for hours, trying to guess the age of the inkstone according to the style of the carving. Unfortunately, his knowledge of antiques was quite far from his professional expertise, and despite fiddling with it all afternoon, he had figured nothing out.
Professor Qi teased him from the side: "You think you can write well with just that stone?"
Professor He glared: "I may not compare to you, but am I worse than him?"
"Hehe!" Professor Qi neither agreed nor disagreed.
