NOVPUBChapter 1118: 512 Green Water_2 Chapter 1118: 512 Green Water_2 This statement carried a strong undertone of flattery.
Naturally, Charlotte Aria couldn’t reject such high praise, especially when it fell perfectly into her plans.
“Then I’ll perform to the best of my ability.” 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Two staff members carried a large desk onto the stage, on which the four treasures of the study were neatly arranged.
Charlotte Aria wore a lotus-pink long dress that day, along with a beige tailored jacket.
Her same-colored belt, outlining her slender waist, portrayed an image of both gentleness and elegance.
As she walked on, her skirt swayed, just like a lotus bud swaying in the gentle wind, capturing both charm and grace.
Facing countless curious eyes, Charlotte Aria took a deep breath and gracefully ascended the stage.
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She slightly raised her chin, balancing elegance and pride perfectly, like a refined lady of a century-old literary family.
Her bearing was high, yet humble.
For a moment, all eyes were fixated only on her swaying figure.
Matthew Aria revealed a hint of pride in his eyes and turned to look at Anton Cook, who was sitting next to him.
The young man had his hand propped under his chin and was not watching Charlotte Aria like everyone else.
Instead, he stared blankly ahead, his eyes roaming aimlessly, his mind lost in thought.
Matthew Aria coughed softly, wondering what on earth was on the young man’s mind.
Anton Cook had been dragged here by Cello Cook, having no interest in this type of event nor the heart to listen to the pretentious praises exchanged among the guests.
Every minute spent here seemed unbearable.
From the beginning to the end, he hadn’t paid any attention to what Charlotte Aria had said.
Charlotte Aria stepped onto the stage, holding a basin filled with clean water.
She poured the water into the inkstone and picked up the ink stick placed by the side, gently grinding it in the inkstone.
The young lady held the ink stick vertically in her right hand while her left hand delicately supported her right elbow.
Her actions were gentle and slow, pleasing to the eye.
This grinding process was intricate.
To achieve the perfect consistency of ink, attention to detail and patience were essential.
However, judging by Charlotte Aria’s movements, it was clear that she was proficient at grinding ink, confirming the auctioneer’s previous assertion of her calligraphy skills.
After preparing the ink, Charlotte Aria picked up a brush from the brush holder, dipped its tip in the ink, contemplated for a moment, and then began to write with a steady hand.
With ink black hair and a beautiful countenance, the young lady was calm and composed as she wrote, drawing silent admiration from the spectators.
Regardless of the quality of her writing, her demeanor alone was enough to win hearts.
Kelly Martinez, having eaten too many cherries, felt a sour sensation in her teeth.
She clenched her teeth and said, “She’s really stealing the show.”
She glanced at the indifferent young lady beside her and said indignantly, “If only you weren’t so low-key, would she have a chance to steal the limelight?”
Aubree Groove shook her head with a smile, looking at the composed young woman on the stage, and said lightly, “She has a Buddha’s fate.”
The hearts of people are easy to win, but the heart of Buddha is hard to attain.
One thought leads to Buddha, another leads to a demon.
Kelly Martinez always found it challenging to understand Aubree Groove’s words.
On the rice paper, Charlotte Aria finished her last stroke, clearly reproducing the poem she had recited earlier.
The auctioneer approached and took a closer look, unable to stop praising her, “Her strokes are firm yet flexible, flourish without boasting.
The characters are like clouds and water’s flow, thin yet powerful, like wandering dragons and silver hooks.
She shows some signs of the distinct grace of Georgia Kiley’s style.”
Everyone instinctively looked at Georgia Kiley.
Charlotte Aria put down the brush and looked at Georgia Kiley, softly saying, “I have a rubbings version of the Zhen Wen Scroll at home and copied it during my free time.
Please forgive me if I have embarrassed you with my humble imitation.”
Granny Aria was from The Daniellas, a family famous for its vast collection of ancient and contemporary books, including priceless calligraphy copies, so this was not surprising.
The Zhen Wen Scroll is considered the epitome of Yan Fu’s calligraphy, one of the most reputed calligraphers throughout history.
It’s referred to as the world’s best running script, demonstrating Yan Fu’s calligraphy style with charm and spirit, it’s structure and brushwork nearly perfect, extremely coveted and admired.
The original is preserved in the national museum, while the copy that The Arias possessed was a rubbings version, which already held incalculable value.
Katana is the revitalizer of Yan Style, and later Georgia Kiley studied under Katana, learned the authentic Yan Style, and innovated and transformed it into Kiley Style.
This quickly secured her position, and many people began to admire Kiley Style, referring to it as heroic and Fearless.
This spirit inspired the hearts of many in a particular era, becoming a symbol of spiritual belief for a generation.
Free as the wind, difficult to grasp, many people had a hard time unraveling the true meaning of Kiley Style, and those who mastered it to a significant extent were rare.
One compliment about Kiley Style’s spirit was worth countless praises.
The auctioneer personally brought the rice paper to Georgia Kiley, asking her to take a look.
However, Georgia Kiley took only a brief look and said, “Not bad.”
