46 Liu Dashan got up to take his leave, went out the door, turned his head, and saw Bai Fan standing at the doorway supported by Lingling and looking right his way. Liu Dashan’s heart stirred: “Oh, he’s not a wooden blockhead after all.”
47 Deep into the night, Liu Dashan walked along a broad avenue, as if hearing the old division commander’s roar once again: “Are you a Communist?” He felt this is a question every Communist Party member ought to answer.
