After breakfast, Xiao Quan took me to see Ye Weiguo as he had an appointment with him. 

Ye Weiguo appeared, wearing the standard uniform of a soldier. He donned dark green trousers and a loose military uniform vest. He looked as though he could mingle with people on the streets and nobody would recognize him. 

Judging from his appearance, I knew that Ye Weiguo had struggled and thrived from nothing to what he was today. I’d always admired and respected this sort of man. I took the initiative and asked him what had happened. 

He didn’t use the arrogant style of an official to address me. He acted friendly and poured me a cup of tea. Then, he told me what he remembered. 

I had listened to him for a while and found that he was telling me the same as what Xiao Quan had told me. The only thing I noticed was that he didn’t mention the relationship between him and the one who had died instead of him. 

However, from his frightened and angry expression, he and the deceased...