"Fengzi, I saw you sending a family letter in town today, is it for Shuangshuang?" Xing Beichen mimicked Lu Yuanfeng, looking at the sky.
"Yes! Shuangshuang said if I miss her, I can send her a letter! Though it takes a long time to arrive!"
"Aren't you illiterate?" Xing Beichen was extremely curious.
Lu Yuanfeng was evidently someone who couldn't read, yet he was writing letters, how strange!
"Shuangshuang taught me to convey messages through images!" Lu Yuanfeng said.
"What? Message through images? What's that?" Xing Beichen was full of curiosity.
Lu Yuanfeng hesitated for a moment, then took out a small package wrapped in oil paper from his pocket.
He handed the small package to Xing Beichen, who opened it by the firelight.
Inside the package were two sheets of paper, filled with strange patterns.
They were like expressions, some really resembled emotions, conveying happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy very clearly.
