Zhang Ye did not really know much about true calligraphy techniques. He only knew a bit from interest. As for how artistic Wu Zeqing’s calligraphy was, it was beyond Zhang Ye’s ability to deduce. It had exceeded his level of appreciation for calligraphy.
As for the content, they were all things like “classic inheritance” or “blooming youth”. There was one that sounded like a word of caution. They were nothing surprising.
He exclaimed, “Your calligraphy is really flawless. No matter what is written, it can hold itself. I think all of these can be used. Any phrase would be no problem!”
Wu Zeqing gave him a gentle look, “Any would do? Then that means none of them are suitable.”
Zhang Ye broke out in a sweat. How did you take it in that way? He said, “No, it’s really too good. It’s hard to pick!”
Wu Zeqing said with a light laugh, “Let’s not talk about the calligraphy. I keep feeling like the content is a bit off. If it were you, what would you write?”