Awakened At The Age Of Ten

The Ancient City gate faced the sunset with its back facing the east. Several children in simple clothes played at the gate. They climbed to the top, then they slid down along the pile of sand. They rolled down and were covered in dust and mud. It was hard to identify them with their muddy faces.

Soon, their parents shouted at them from afar. The children ran to the side of hay that had been tied up and jumped on it.

Mo Fan noticed a child at the corner of the wall. The child was drawing with a tree branch. The walls of the Ancient City Wall were covered in mud. The child picked out the mud from the cracks of the walls. When Mo Fan approached the child, he was focused on picking out the mud from the cracks. 

"Kid, what are you doing?" Mo Fan asked.

"Are you blind? Can't you see?" the kid shot back.

"You want me to beat you up, huh?" Mo Fan rolled his sleeves up.

Lingling was by his side. She stopped Mo Fan and rolled her eyes at him.