He had knelt down too many people in his previous life.
Kneel down at Liang Lu, kneel at Liang Qunfeng, kneel at Chen Shiyan. From the playground of Handong University to the entrance of the Provincial Public Security Department, I knelt until my knees lost all feeling. Then I knelt on Guying Ridge and raised my gun.
Gunshots were fired. He's not dead.
He opened his eyes and went back to the time when he was six years old, when his mother had just remarried and his father had just become lame. The most valuable thing in the family is a photo of his comrades that grandpa kept at the bottom of the box.
He bit the toffee and pushed the lame man who was squatting in the yard chopping firewood——
"Dad, you go to be a soldier."
In this life, he will no longer kneel.
