Wen Wan listened quietly, feeling that the master must be a mischievous old man.
"My master has a peculiar temper; most people don't get along with him." Song Wei said, "His love for antiques and calligraphy can be described as 'obsessive.' For an old piece, he would traverse mountains and valleys, days and nights without eating or drinking, just to find ways to acquire it."
Wen Wan blinked and asked Song Wei, since you're leaving, why not bid farewell to the master?
Song Wei shook his head, "My master least likes to hear about the Capital. If he knows I'm leaving for that reason, he'd be so upset that he wouldn't even let me in."
Wen Wan understood and didn't bring it up again.
Afterward, everyone got busy with their tasks.
Song Wei was responsible for preparing the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone needed for studying.
