In the capital, there were some weeds in the corner of the small yard where the elder stayed for a long time. He let them live there. Now they had some pink flowers. Although not as good as the precious flowers planted in the garden of the yard, they were much more tenacious.

"Teacher, what do you think of my calligraphy?" The elder put away his brush.

Standing beside the table, Zhong Ren looked at the words and read out loud, "A short and decisive ...