"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"This Cursive Script... actually has its own style?"
"What?"
The little boy grew more curious, his gaze shifting back and forth between his grandfather's face and the Cursive Script in the camera's view.
"At first glance, it resembles Zhang Xu's Cursive Script, but upon closer inspection, there are some differences. Zhang Xu's Cursive Script races to the left and right, ever-changing, extremely peculiar and unpredictable. That aspect is consistent, but..."
But Tang Shu's Cursive Script, besides its wildness, did not lack order; every stroke, every dot, followed the rules.
"Strange, strange, I can actually see some restraint in this Cursive Script?"
"Restraint? How can Cursive Script and restraint appear at the same time?"
The little boy felt there was something off with his grandfather's eyes.
