"Writing?" Du Yu had only just woken up and was still groggy. After a long pause, he asked, "Writing what?"
"I want to write a letter to a girl, but I don't know how to write," Zhang San said.
Du Yu rubbed his eyes, finally understanding. "Oh, I thought it was something serious. Bring me paper and a brush, and I'll write it for you!"
"Paper... a brush?" Zhang San looked as though he hadn't understood.
"Yes, paper and a brush. How am I supposed to write without them?"
"Du Yu... you're awake?" Xiao Qi asked.
"Yes, I'm awake. I'm about to help someone write a letter, so don't interrupt."
"What letter...? People in the Shang and Zhou dynasties carved words into bones and shells. Do you know Oracle Bone Script?" Xiao Qi asked irritably.
"Uh... Oracle Bone Script..." Du Yu froze for a moment, then said, "No, I really don't... but you can help me, right, Sister Qi?"
"No. I know a little of practically every writing system, but Oracle Bone Script is the one I know absolutely nothing about."
"You can look it up on Baidu!" Du Yu said. "The internet is a wonderful thing."
"You!" Xiao Qi stamped her foot. "All you ever do is make trouble for me!"
"Hehe!" Du Yu grinned, thinking how useful Xiao Qi's ability to transmit images really was. He could have her write the characters, then simply copy them.
"Zhang San, bring me a bone or shell. I'll write it for you!" Du Yu said.
"I... I've already brought one..." Zhang San took a small carving knife and a tortoise shell from behind his back.
"All right, tell me what to write!" Du Yu took both objects and hefted them in his hands. He had never handled either a tortoise shell