Old Mr. Mu's smile grew even wider as he came down from upstairs, "Ran, did you pick out this brush yourself, or did Xingfeng help you choose it? Or did someone else pick it out for you?"
Though they were all big lan bamboo wolf hair brushes, brushes of the same price had different feels. The brush An Ran gave was of moderate hardness, the brush tip sharp and even, the waist strong, and it felt great in the hand—a clear sign it was chosen by an expert.
"Grandpa, I chose this brush myself," An Ran answered truthfully. She had some knowledge of calligraphy brushes and didn't need someone else to help her pick one.
"You know how to write?" Old Mr. Mu's "write" referred to calligraphy. Nowadays, not many young people could write calligraphy.
