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There was no right or wrong in art, to begin with. Everyone had their understanding.

If the netizens could ignore Ding Shan’s beauty and point out the wrong side of a prop, then they had too much free time. Ding Shan had already said they could try it, so what was there to worry about?

This was the first time the team had met a female artiste who was so cooperative, thoughtful, and bold. Their impression of Ding Shan was even better. She was beautiful, and her personality was so good. She was perfect! It was impossible not to like her!

Having decided to do it, the team started to get busy again. They moved an old wooden table over and brought over long Xuan paper, brushes, ink paper, and inkstones. Everything was complete, and under the guidance of the photographer, they set up the scene.

Ding Shan walked over with giant strides. She raised her right hand gently. Her wrist was slender, and her skin was snow-white. She picked up a brush and dipped it in thick ink before writing directly on the Xuan paper.

Her fingertips were like scallions, sticking tightly to the wooden brush, making Ding Shan’s skin whiter. Even though the people present did not know much about calligraphy, they all agreed that Ding Shan’s movements were too graceful! It was light and clear as if the pen’s tip had landed on one’s heart, causing it to itch.

However, although Ding Shan’s movements were graceful and casual, her writing style was the opposite.

Ding Shan exerted a slight force on her wrist. The pen was sharp, with a pause, a turn, and then a little raise. Every movement was elegant, without a trace of sloppiness.

Ding Shan’s head was not completely lowered. She only lowered her eyelids slightly, appearing to be a little careless. However, she did not hesitate at all in her movements.

Everyone present was silent, not daring to make a sound. They raised their heads, wanting to see what Ding Shan had written.

In the huge studio, only the rustling sound of Ding Shan’s brush brushing across the promotional paper and the sound of the photographer frantically pressing the shutter could be heard.

The photographer could not even wait for Ding Shan to finish writing. He kept changing directions and took pictures of Ding Shan’s lowered eyes as she wrote. He even gave her a few close-ups of her hand holding the brush. It was exquisite with a unique allure. This was a high-class feeling that other sexy high heels and red lips could not compare to.

Ding Shan was bold and decisive. She wrote a few sketches in a carefree manner. She put away the brush and looked at the photographer. “Are you done snapping? I’m almost done writing. You can hang it up now.”

The photographer flipped through the pictures and nodded ecstatically, “Okay, this is enough! Hang the pictures up! Let’s take some other pictures!”

A few staff members took the pictures from Ding Shan and looked in surprise at the calligraphy in their hands. Their mouths were wide open, “Wow! This is really…” Ding Shan’s calligraphy gave people an indescribable feeling, but it was stunning!

The others were a little curious. How was it written? Could it be used?

The photographer followed Ding Shan’s movements throughout the process and naturally saw the calligraphy written by Ding Shan. At this moment, he was all smiles. He looked at Ding Shan as if he had seen a treasure. He was indescribably satisfied.

The moment the few words were hung up, the others also let out soft exclamations. No wonder they were so surprised just now. Ding Shan’s words were so different from her appearance!

That wasn’t right either. In the past, Ding Shan gave people the impression that she was the Nation’s obedient and cute daughter. These few words were elegant and carefree. The strokes were vigorous. Even if she didn’t know calligraphy, it could be seen that this style was very grand and majestic. It was unrestrained and expressive.

If it was the Ding Shan of the past, it was unrelated to this calligraphy piece. However, looking at Ding Shan’s current state, she seemed very confident. It was very acceptable for her to write such a piece of calligraphy.

It was the first time Ding Shan had written in front of many people. She pursed her lips slightly and said, “You’re showing off in front of so many people. I didn’t know what to write either. I just wrote a few lines of poetry that I like from memory. It should be suitable for the occasion.”

Everyone looked at the words that hung on the back like a graceful swimming dragon and could not help but exclaim, “Don’t be modest! How was this a hobby? It was an incredible ability! Although they did not know how to write, they could tell that this was not something that an ordinary person could write!

Xiao Zhao sighed helplessly, feeling the admiration of Ding Shan from the people present. Sister Shan was starting to radiate charm again. She was just so outstanding. How could this be good?