Yan laughed foolishly, scratching his head, and said:
"Some treat me as well as my benefactor, while others help me for some reason and then scold or hit me."
"But I'm still grateful to them. Like today, those guys at least treated me to a big meal."
"Some just enjoy bullying others. If I see it, I'll definitely protect the weak."
Yang Yan asked with a hint of amusement:
"You're no longer a soldier, so why do you still think about protecting them?"
"What does this mean to you, or what's its significance?"
Yan was taken aback, staring blankly at Yang Yan.
His mind was simple, not capable of understanding profound reasoning.
After pondering for a while, he tugged at his still somewhat wet hair and stammered:
"Our commander said, no matter what happens, we are always soldiers, even in heaven."
Yang Yan chuckled, nodding softly.
I must say, this guy's thinking is quite pure.
Like a blank page; what's drawn is what it becomes, without overthinking.
