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In fact, with Liu Anfeng's ability, he still couldn't understand what Ye Fan said.

If the ability has not reached that stage, no matter how detailed it is, it will not be understood.

But don't forget that Ye Fan also has the skill of "helping others".

Anyway, this skill is not very useful to Ye Fan, it might as well be used to help those who show kindness to him.

Hearing Ye Fan's witty words, Liu Anfeng suddenly realized.

Mao Sai suddenly understood, and it was cleared up at once.

The whole person seems to have been sublimated, as if the door to a new world has been opened.

"Understood?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

Obviously Ye Fan's smile was very friendly, but Liu Anfeng who was beside him felt that it was an older teacher asking him something.

"Understanding the general idea, there is a feeling of epiphany, and the specifics need to be digested, but I feel that I have found the way to the future."

Liu Anfeng replied.

At this moment, he looked at Ye Fan with a complicated look in his eyes.

At this time, although he was very grateful to Ye Fan for his suggestion, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Back then, it was fine for you to learn to overwhelm me.

But now, my most proud calligraphy can't compare to yours.

This

He, Liu Anfeng, considers himself to be excellent. He grew up in a scholarly family, so his academic accomplishment is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people.

But it was this Ye Fan, no matter how hard he worked, in the end, he found that he couldn't even touch Ye Fan's heels.

Even if I could see it, I could barely see it, and it was very blurry.

What a genius this is!

Liu Anfeng sighed inwardly.

At the same time, I felt bitter in my heart.

There is a sense of frustration.

Ye Fan smiled: "It's good if you understand. Now you can write the same copybook as before and show it to the two grandpas."

"Okay, I'll go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone right now."

Liu Anfeng nodded, and hurriedly went to the study to prepare things.

"Oh, wait."

His grandfather, Liu Jing stopped him.

Liu Anfeng looked back in doubt, but saw Liu Jing saying: "Silly boy, what are you doing here with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone? Just write in the study if you can't do it."

"Yeah, I'm so excited."

Liu Anfeng slapped his head and suddenly realized.

"Go, let's go there too, let's take a look together!"

Ye Jinghong also invited his grandson to go to the study together.

After Liu Anfeng finished writing, he handed the finished product to his grandfather to see.

"Well, well, well, this word, this rhyme, the level has obviously improved, it's just that."

Looking at the copybook written by his grandson, Liu Jing looked excited and praised with a radiant face.

There is no harm without comparison. After comparing the before and after, the level of this copybook is immediately more obvious.

The current result was only caused by Ye Fan's advice.

Liu Jing also ignored his reserve, and said to Ye Fan: "Xiao Fan, thank you so much, your words have directly raised the upper limit of A Feng's calligraphy achievements in the future."

Ye Fan said politely: "You have praised me, I just told An Feng some of my own thoughts, specifically, his own understanding."

Although there is the help of the skill of "helping others", in the final analysis it is Liu Jing's understanding.

Of course, the skill of helping others has indeed improved Liu Jing's understanding.

However, it is not known whether it is a long-term improvement or a short-term improvement.

"Xiao Fan, you are really too modest. As far as what you said, I, an old calligrapher, can't say it."

"By the way, your grandfather told me just now that you wrote the copybook he was holding?"

Liu Jing pointed to the rice paper in Ye Jinghong's hand, and said with a complicated expression.

Although Ye Fan's words did show an extraordinary level, Liu Jing's calligraphy experience over the years still made him unbelievable.

Such age, such calligraphy.

If there are such geniuses in this world, how pale and powerless are the diligence and hard work of these calligrapher masters.

Ten years of hard work can cover half of other people's lives. No matter who they are, I can't accept it calmly in my heart!

The reason why Ye Jinghong accepted so quickly was not only because he saw Ye Fan writing on the spot, but also because Ye Fan was his grandson.

Now that things have happened, Ye Fan doesn't want to pretend to be this cowardly, after all, he and Liu Anfeng know each other.

But you can't lie!

I could only bite the bullet and answer: "Yes."

"Alas!" Liu Anfeng sighed, feeling empty in his heart.

To become a master of calligraphy today, the talent is naturally very high.

But after working hard for most of their lives, they found that there were even more talented young people who reached their current state in just ten years.

This makes them feel uncomfortable in their hearts!

"Forget it, after all, I'm the one with the picture!"

"Talented people come out from generation to generation. Individuals have their own lives. After all, I can't think about it. I have fallen into a bad state of mind."