Diplomat Du firmed his pace and walked towards the main hall of the president.
Behind him, the President's wife and he walked slowly forward in the opposite direction.
Diplomat Du was greeted by the servants, and when he entered the study, the president was standing at the table over there with a writing brush and writing with a writing brush.
Hearing the movement at the door, he said without much thought, "Mr. Du is here?"
Diplomat Du took a few steps forward, "Yes, is Your Excellency the President busy?"
"I'm not busy, I just feel like I have nothing to do after eating. I practice calligraphy. Come and see how well I write this pair of characters."
Diplomat Du walked to the table. On the top of the fine rice paper, there were a few large characters written generously.
All over the country.
Every stroke seems to carry a mountain of momentum.
But what is more heroic is not that word, but the mood of the president when he wrote those four words, right?
All over the country...
That's exactly what the president wanted to convey to him.
"These four characters are vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are delicate and natural. They are really good characters. I have never known that your Excellency also has such high attainments in calligraphy."
The president smiled and put down the brush in his hand, "I can't say that I have attained. It's just that I have been studying since childhood until now. It has been around forty or fifty years, and I have accumulated more or less."
He walked to the edge of the sink over there to wash his hands, and then gestured to Diplomat Du to go to the seat over there and sit down.