Chapter 27: Goddess Takes the Initiative!

"Ah? What's Number One??" Lin Yuan looked at her doubtfully.

"Lin Yuan, your handwriting, is it Wang Xizhi's Number One Running Script, right?! Goodness, how many years have you practiced this hand? I've never seen anyone able to copy running script this similarly!" Qin Bore exclaimed in amazement.

Qin Bore stared at the signature Lin Yuan had signed on the contract.

His handwriting was strong and powerful, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly!

This, this is clearly the legendary…… Number One Running Script!

Qin Bore was very knowledgeable about calligraphy; when she was in Jingcheng, she even specially took an apprentice to learn writing.

So she immediately saw that Lin Yuan's signature was not ordinary.

She was indeed stunned by Lin Yuan's handwriting.

Over the past thousands of years, how many people have copied Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, how many have copied the Lantingji Xu?

But Qin Bore had never seen anyone able to copy running script this similarly, this lifelike!

"Wang Xizhi? Running script? I don't know, this handwriting of mine, I practiced since I was little, taught by my grandfather." Lin Yuan shook his head with a dazed look, he really didn't know.

"Your grandfather taught you to practice? You don't even know Wang Xizhi??" Qin Bore looked at him, full of shock.

"Um, I really don't know. I know Wang Xizhi, he's a famous calligrapher. But is my handwriting related to him??" Lin Yuan scratched the back of his head, full of question marks.

"Your handwriting is copying Wang Xizhi's Number One Running Script! And your handwriting is the most similar, most lifelike copying I've ever seen…… Goodness, this is practically divine!" Qin Bore looked at Lin Yuan, shocked.

She handed the contract to Lin Yuan, "Can you write a few more characters for me to see?"

"Um? What content should I write?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Just write the Lantingji Xu; I'll recite, you write." Qin Bore indicated.

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Gui Chou, at the beginning of late spring, we gathered at the Lanting of Mount Kuaiji to perform the purification rites……" Qin Bore began to recite the Lantingji Xu.

Lin Yuan listened to her recitation and began writing on paper.

His handwriting was strong and powerful, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly!

Looking at each character he wrote, Qin Bore was even more shocked, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief!

Goodness, this guy, his copied handwriting is actually this similar!

This is just using a ballpoint pen, and it's already this lifelike in copying?

If you gave him a brush, wouldn't he be able to completely copy the Number One Running Script?

Lin Yuan's handwriting is the most similar imitation Qin Bore has ever seen.

"Great reclusion in the city, small reclusion in the wild." This Lin Yuan is definitely not ordinary! An ordinary person could absolutely not write such an overbearing handwriting.

"Number One Running Script, it's really that similar. Practically divine. Is this calligraphy taught by your grandfather?" Qin Bore asked in shock.

"Yeah, when I was seven, my grandfather taught me calligraphy at home. But he never said what kind of calligraphy it was; when I was little, he would hand‑handedly teach me to practice writing. But my grandfather never told me, this is the Number One Running Script." Lin Yuan scratched his head and explained.

His handwriting is indeed taught by his grandfather.

But his grandfather never mentioned to him that what he taught him was actually Wang Xizhi's Number One Running Script!

Wang Xizhi's running script calligraphy is acclaimed as Number One!

This alone shows how high the standard of this calligraphy is, and how difficult.

And Lin Yuan, yet he can learn it this similarly!

"What is your grandfather's title? Which academy is he a professor at?" Qin Bore asked instinctively.

Being able to write such characters, Lin Yuan's grandfather must be a top master in the calligraphy academy. In the university's calligraphy academy, such a figure could even serve as dean.

Lin Yuan, however, shook his head with a dim gaze, "My grandfather isn't a professor; he's an old Chinese medicine practitioner…… He passed away a few years ago."

Upon hearing this, Qin Bore was stunned again.

His grandfather is just a Chinese medicine practitioner??

Can an old Chinese medicine practitioner write such top‑level calligraphy? And still teach such an outstanding calligraphy disciple?

This is simply unbelievable.

"Sorry, I asked too much." Qin Bore apologized.

"It's fine." Lin Yuan shook his head, a memory flashing in his mind, he murmured, "When I was little, my grandfather said I had a talent for writing, he said…… When prescribing medicine for patients in the future, I must write a good hand. Only then can patients understand. So he had me practice writing from a young age."

Qin Bore, lost in thought, nodded, "You have a good grandfather."

Lin Yuan laughed, "Yeah, my grandfather is great, he's always doted on me."

Lin Yuan said, his eye sockets slightly moist. He recalled his hometown in Yue Zhou. He recalled his grandfather.

"Lin Yuan, if you have the chance next time, I invite you to join a calligraphy exchange meeting. I also really enjoy writing calligraphy." Qin Bore said sweetly.

"Um, okay." Lin Yuan nodded in agreement.

He became more curious about this mysterious female landlord Qin Bore; this woman seems to like calligraphy, this refined artistic thing.

But she, however, drives a fierce Mitsubishi EVO sports car.

This, it's really hard to combine these two things—refined and explosive.

I don't know how this woman Qin Bore manages to do that.

Driving a Mitsubishi racing car, yet she likes to practice calligraphy?

"All right, the contract is signed, the deposit paid. Here, this is the keycode key. Starting tomorrow you can move in. If anything comes up, just call me." After Qin Bore finished giving instructions, she and Lin Yuan went downstairs.

"Shall I give you a ride?" Qin Bore asked before getting in the car.

"Um, no need, I'll just ride my bike; my workplace is very close here." Lin Yuan politely declined.

Qin Bore then got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, "Vroom!" the Mitsubishi EVO sped off……

Only Lin Yuan remained standing there, gazing at the speeding car that had roared away……

Lin Yuan sighed, scanned a Meituan bicycle.

He rode his own bike back to the company.

But along the way, Lin Yuan's mind kept flashing with the face of his female landlord Qin Bore……

After returning to the company, Lin Yuan sat in the office, and moreover fell into a bewildered stupor.

Whenever he opened the computer, Qin Bore came to mind.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with Qin Bore's sweet voice when she spoke.

It's over.

Lin Yuan felt he was sick, and seriously so.

He seemed to have fallen in love at first sight.

Only because Qin Bore was too beautiful.

Many beautiful women, after meeting a man once, can make the man remember them, lose them, and then fall into varying degrees of fantasy.

But in the end, they will all be forgotten.

Because a single encounter is not enough to make a man remember a woman for so long.

But Lin Yuan now discovered that he simply could not forget Qin Bore.

What to do?

Lin Yuan's mind was full of Qin Bore, with loss and fantasy...

The loss was because the gap between him and Qin Bore was too great.

That female landlord is a white-skinned, rich, and beautiful woman.

And he, Lin Yuan, just a lowly loser, what right does he have to fall in love at first sight with her?

The fantasy is because he is somewhat unwilling to accept it.

He cannot forget that stunningly beautiful face.

Moreover, for some reason, as Lin Yuan recalled Qin Bore's stunning visage in his mind, he faintly felt it was somewhat familiar?

That feeling, as if they had met before...

Perhaps this is the feeling of secret love?

Lin Yuan gave a self-mocking laugh.

"Ding ling ling~!" At that moment, a ringtone broke Lin Yuan's fantasy.

Lin Yuan, surprised, picked up the phone and looked; his expression froze.

Because the caller ID... turned out to be exactly his new landlord, Qin Bore!