"What? Brother, how can you say that? How could the PLA uncle possibly be a bad guy? He saved us! It's just a pity... he's dead..." Xiaoguang said, as tears dripped down incessantly.
"I'm not talking about the PLA uncle who saved us, but another one..." The boy who was called brother furrowed his brows tightly as he spoke.
That day, he was rescued and carried by another PLA uncle to a place far from the ground fissure. Although he couldn't see clearly what happened at that time, he heard their conversation loud and clear.
He wasn't an ignorant child anymore, as he was almost seven and of school age.
He could understand what adults said.
He had his own internal scale for weighing who was good to him and who wasn't.
He deeply understood that the PLA uncle who had saved him without regard for his own life was a good person; when he fell off the cliff, another PLA uncle had lunged forward to tightly hold onto him.
That PLA uncle didn't want him to die.
