Xiao Chong dipped his brush in ink and wrote the names of the door gods, "Shentu" and "Yu Lei," in one continuous stroke on two peachwood boards. Lin Wanwan, sitting on a crescent stool nearby, watched intently.
Compared to writing Spring Festival couplets and the character for fortune in the afternoon, writing these two pieces of peach wood charms was much easier.
After finishing, Xiao Chong put down the brush on the brush stand, glanced at Lin Wanwan, as if expecting her to create some mischief.
But Lin Wanwan didn't this time; she just gazed at the freshly made peach charms and sighed, "I didn't expect Cousin's Qin Seal script to be this good."
With the Qin Seal script enhancing the two peachwood boards, they instantly took on a simple elegance, full of historical charm. The magic of calligraphy is truly wondrous.
Xiao Chong wasn't swayed by Lin Wanwan's flattery and calmly said, "It's nothing much, Cousin praises me too highly."
"Let me try too, Cousin teach me."
