But soon, on the way back, their fervent determination was more than half extinguished.
Thinking about the youngest of the three kids with a broken leg in the hospital, the siblings couldn't help but feel sympathetic.
Da Dan thought: Luckily, I'm the golden grandson of the Old Chu Family...
Daya thought: Luckily, I'm clever and run fast when I'm about to be beaten.
Their father is gone, and with a mother as if without one, in comparison, the two of them have the best aunt, it's better to be more yielding.
...
The familiar bumps all the way, when they returned to the military district by car, seeing the low walls, neatly arranged barracks, the indescribably large base, and the four-story high small buildings...
And, the most remote new home of their aunt in the deepest part.
—It's no different from a rural brick and tile house.
Da Dan stared intently.
He carefully observed and then breathed a sigh of relief—the yard was quite large, enough to dig and plant vegetables.
