Zhulan stood for a while and didn't speak until Rongchuan had finished his piece of writing, as the child was so focused. "Not bad, can you give it to me?" she asked.
Rongchuan, who had been admiring his calligraphy, jumped at the sound and only then noticed his aunt beside him. "Auntie, when did you get here?" he exclaimed.
Zhulan picked up the paper. She too had practiced a lot of writing. Her own wasn't to say very good but rather average. The piece before her, if her grandfather from modern times saw it, would have been delighted. "I've been here for a while, but I couldn't bear to interrupt your concentration. I'll take this piece with me."
Rongchuan, slightly embarrassed, replied, "I'm glad you like it, Auntie, but I haven't written it particularly well."
He was still unsatisfied with his work.
Zhulan, "....It's already very good."
This child would have been an absolute academic prodigy in modern times!
