Chapter 87: Selling Spring Festival Couplets
"Not bad at all," Qin Xiangyang blew on the Spring Festival couplets his sister had written, "I really didn’t expect my sister’s calligraphy to be so good, it looks even better than the ones sold outside."
"Brother would be able to write like this after a few years of practice too," Qin Xiangnuan had just finished another set and put it aside with Qin Xiangyang, waiting for the ink to dry.
Moreover, Qin Xiangyang got a headache as soon as he heard his sister’s words. What was this about practicing for a few years? Forget a few years, even one day was too much. He would rather carry a hoe and farm the land than to use such soft and disobedient brushes. Not to mention writing a few characters, even just dabbing the brush on the paper made his hands shake and caused him to sweat.
He really had no interest or talent in this.
Qin Xiangnuan’s hand was becoming sore from writing. She put down her brush, rubbed her aching right wrist — she was still too young, having written just over a dozen pieces, she couldn’t continue.
She locked herself in the room, which was actually her entering the system. In it, she started writing one after another. When her right hand was tired, she switched to her left, and when her left hand got tired, she switched back to her right. Therefore, she wrote exceptionally quickly, but she practiced both her left and right hands’ writing to be completely different.
The right hand was forceful, the left hand gentle.
The right hand was masculine, the left hand delicate.
With such different strokes, unless she told someone that these were written by her left and right hands, no one would believe that one person could produce two completely different styles of handwriting.