Qing Yazi had a square face. His shoulders were wide, palms wide as well. If you would believe in palm reading or how the shape of one’s face and body defines one’s characteristics, then you would believe that Qing Yazi was a very generous and kind person.
Early this morning, Qing Yazi got up as early as the birds on the tree. Well, that did not mean that his early up had anything to do with those birds, but, it did have something to do with his grandpa. Grandpa was getting on for 100. Although his body had become a lot less cooperate, his brain still worked quite well. Grandpa usually woke up early. Once waken up, something sad and bitter would seemingly crawl over to his mind, because Qing Yazi would hear him sigh or even groan.
On one occasion, Qing Yazi asked his father: Why Grandpa is so sad? "Well," his father sighed, "Your grandfather had followed Chairman Mao to fight the battles for half of his life, in many of them he nearly died. For those who had been rescued by your grandpa, many of them are generals now, and your grandpa is still nobody. What is more, he was pulled out to humiliating parades on the streets for criticism during the Cultural Revolution. ”