An Sancheng followed An Ning's finger, looking at the newspaper plastered onto the mud wall. The paper was covered in tiny bumps and dips from the uneven surface beneath it.
"Remember what? The words on there?"
An Ning nodded. When she saw An Sancheng shake his head blankly, she said, "I can."
An Ning confidently pointed to a random news article. She stared at it for a moment, her body tensing slightly, but then she stubbornly turned her back to the wall.
"Revolution... something something... long live... something..."
After reciting a few words, An Ning finally turned back to An Sancheng in frustration.
"I've memorized it, but I don't know how to pronounce the words. I haven't finished the dictionary yet."
She frowned in thought for a moment, then said, "It's okay. I can draw them."
As An Sancheng watched in confusion, An Ning found a pencil and a notebook, flopped onto the edge of the kang, and began to "draw" the characters.
She was truly drawing them.
