Xuanyuan Granny Lei remembered that Xiaojiu had been able to hold a brush and write by himself at the age of one.
The first character, a bit clumsy in movement, was somewhat askew, but the second character improved a bit, the third even more so, and the fourth, the fifth... they got more and more beautiful as he went!
By the time a piece was finished down to the last character, she felt that her son, who fancied himself a calligrapher, couldn't compare to her grandson's writing!
It was the same with Xuanbao now.
Looking at the characters on the paper, the beginning and the following ones, each character was increasingly perfected, steadier and more beautiful as he wrote.
Had one not seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?
Were the children now all so impressive?
Or was it just her family's children that were such prodigies?
"Xuanbao, is this your first time practicing calligraphy?" Xuanyuan Granny Lei excitedly asked.
