Although he was quite forthright in his temperament, he felt deeply regretful for the gradual disappearance of this traditional culture in society.
With the advancement of technology, some things had also gradually been lost.
Therefore, he was comforted to find a young person who understood these things. Although he talked about exchanging ideas, he was a little selfish and wanted to see.
He wanted to know what level Luo Qingli had reached.
After dinner, Gu Xianfeng could not wait to call Luo Qingli to his study.
"Xiaoli, write me a piece of calligraphy to look at," Gu Xianfeng requested expectantly.
"Okay!" Luo Qingli secretly took a deep breath in her heart. Grandfather was too anxious. She hadn't even had a chance to digest her dinner yet.
She smoothed the rice paper, and Luo Qingli's attention began to focus. Unlike her usual carefree demeanor, her expression was serious now.