Under the light of the kerosene lamp, Xu Weidong held a pencil and wrote the first character on a piece of yellowed scratch paper:
"Song."
"Your name." His voice was deep, his finger tapping the paper. "'Song,' as in to praise or celebrate."
Ji Xiaosong leaned over the edge of the table, tilting her head to look. The flickering flame of the lamp danced in her eyes.
She deliberately drew out her words. "Oh... so that's how my name is written."
Xu Weidong glanced at her, then wrote a second character:
"Xu."
"My surname."
Ji Xiaosong blinked, then suddenly reached out, took the pencil, and began to copy it on the paper in a crooked, shaky hand.
Xu Weidong had expected to see a bunch of indecipherable scrawls, but the next second...
A neat character for "Xu" appeared on the paper, the strokes even carrying a certain forcefulness.
Xu Weidong's brow furrowed slightly. "...Have you studied this before?"
