The two paintings were signed with the same six words.
'One great general of Sloping Cliff'.
Chen Changsheng's first reaction upon seeing this signature was 'how bold', but after a few moments, he felt them to be very lonely.
_I am a great general; how can I not be proud when I look around?_
_Though I am only a great general of this remote place called Sloping Cliff Horse Farm._
_And I am the only great general._
Boldness and loneliness were two feelings very difficult to combine, but now they seemed to leap together out of the paper.
Chen Changsheng looked behind the desk and saw a bookshelf filled with books, consisting of both interpretations of profound Daoist doctrines and ordinary novels. A trait they shared was that they were all very clean. To accomplish such a task in a place scourged by sandstorms year-round was no easy feat, yet he could understand how this had been done.
He often used that method to clean the books in the library of the Orthodox Academy.
