Chapter 30

Su Xinghui had to say, "Maybe. This time I started working, it was in the mountains. Maybe the scenery there is different from here, which broadened my horizons."

Professor Qin nodded and looked at the line of words for a while. "Write me a piece of calligraphy with a brush. I'll look for inspiration. Your writing is also very enlightening to me."

Su Xinghui was shocked. "Teacher, how dare I write for you?"

Professor Qin frowned. "What's there not to dare? Learning has no order of priority; the one who achieves is the teacher. In my opinion, your writing is good, so it's good. In my opinion, if you practice for a few more years, you can become a master."

Professor Qin's evaluation was already extremely high. Seeing Professor Qin's insistence, Su Xinghui could only follow Professor Qin to his study in fear. Professor Qin took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the large desk where he usually wrote and painted.

Seeing that Professor Qin still wanted to grind ink, Su Xinghui quickly took the ink box from Professor Qin's hand, took out the ink, and ground it on Professor Qin's Chengni inkstone. After grinding it, he put the ink back into the ink box, picked up Professor Qin's large purple-hair brush, and began to ponder.

After pondering for a long time, Su Xinghui dipped the brush in thick ink and wrote eight large regular script characters on the rice paper: "High mountains are looked up to, and great paths are followed." He wrote these eight characters in one go. After writing, he looked at them for a while before nodding with satisfaction.

Subsequently, he wrote a few lines of small characters in small regular script on the side: "Written as a gift to my teacher, Professor Qin Jie, student Su Xinghui respectfully writes, in the year of Renshen, the month of Dingwei, the day of Renzi."

After finishing everything, Su Xinghui washed the brush and hung it up, then respectfully presented the calligraphy with dry ink to Professor Qin.

Professor Qin had been looking at the calligraphy carefully and was somewhat fascinated. Su Xinghui presented it to him, and he took it and said, "Xinghui, teacher is ashamed to accept these words!"

Su Xinghui said, "Teacher, if you can't accept these words, then not many people can."

Professor Qin looked at the calligraphy again. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Your calligraphy has indeed made great progress. This calligraphy has the muscles of Yan and the bones of Liu, enough for me to ponder for a while."

Su Xinghui repeatedly said he was ashamed. Professor Qin said again, "You don't have a good seal yet, right? I have some good stones here. I'll give you one today. You can carve a seal yourself. In the future, when you become a calligrapher, you can't not stamp it when others ask you for calligraphy."

As he spoke, Professor Qin casually took out a stone from a cabinet. Su Xinghui was shocked when he saw it. This stone was irregular and long, two inches square in cross-section and about three inches high. Its color was golden, and it was transparent throughout, just like a piece of solidified honey, looking extremely moist.

If Su Xinghui didn't see it wrong, this should be a Tianhuang frozen stone among Shoushan stones, and it should be a top-grade Tianhuang frozen stone. Twenty years later, such a top-grade Tianhuang frozen stone could sell for up to one or two hundred thousand yuan per gram. How much would such a large piece sell for twenty years later?

Su Xinghui asked, "Is this Tianhuang frozen stone?"

Professor Qin looked at the stone indifferently and said, "It should be."

Su Xinghui quickly shook his head. "Then this is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Professor Qin glared. "You were quite free and easy before, why are you like this this time? No matter how valuable it is, it's just carved into a seal. What's there that can't be accepted? I have plenty of such stones in my cabinet." ===== CHAPTER 32 =====