"That's not necessarily true," Wen Ran took the parchment from Hongguo's hand, took a look, and his face turned green.
Shit, what's written on top is all gibberish.
Not a single word makes sense.
The only thing recognizable is that it's a map depicting a mountain, with a sunken valley, three streams running through it, and nothing else can be discerned.
"Sis," Hongguo leaned over, eager for knowledge, "what's written on it?"
Wen Ran pushed away Hongguo's dirty little face, expressionless, "I don't know, it's all gibberish, can't read it."
Hongguo smacked his lips, "Alright, then I'll go wash up!"
It's not early anymore, time to sleep.
Wen Ran held the map, looked this way and that, up and down, but didn't make any sense of it.
Finally, she touched her head, couldn't figure it out, so just threw it into space.
…
Before bed, one needs to study. Hongguo took out the medical book with utmost seriousness, reciting the soup recipes.
