Grandpa put on his glasses and wrote the prescription carefully. Silence filled the whole room. I thought for a while and said, “Grandpa, I read a story in a book today. “Is that so? What's the story about?” he asked with a smile as he continued writing. I briefly told him the story. “Once upon a time, there was an emperor. A senior official named Kurt advised him to give Prince Zachary a good education. After the emperor’s death, Prince Webster ascended the throne. However, Zachary conspired with Kurt's son, Sewell, to kill. Webster and usurped the throne. In order to keep the throne, Zachary sent Sewell to ask for his father’s advice. Kurt was. pissed with his son for committing treason. He refused to support Zachary. Instead, he planned for the emperor of another. country to get rid of both of them

“The story is about upholding righteousness over family loyalty,” my grandfather interrupted me. He stopped writing the. prescription and put down the pen. He was an ardent reader, so i t didn’t come as a surprise t o me that he knew this story. “Grandpa, is there really someone that upright in the world?” I asked curiously. My grandfather continued to write the pres cription and replied with a smile, “People like that are very rare. It’s not easy to . uphold justice wh en it doesn’t favo r your loved one. I had scanned through the team of the H appy Elementary School. Although I didn ’t see the girl I was looking for, I saw . anoth er pe rson. It was the boy that w as always with my fat her and his mistress. Due to the large number of students and t he complex condition of the trail, the tea chers asked middle school students like me . to take c are of th e pupils. This made it easy to execute the plan I had come up with in seconds. I commande d some boys to whisk my enemy’s son into

a ca ve. The cave was located on the edge of the mountain. It was hard to climb up and ev en more difficult to get down. One would . need the help of ot hers to get there. I t was deep and dark. Under my instructions, the boys walked i nto the cave with my enemy’s son under t he guise of going on an expedition. They . then dumped him in the deepest part o f the cave and quietly retreated one by one. The little boy was left alone. Hazarding a guess, I reasoned that he w as in the fourth grade. He was a naught y boy. But he would be scared being left . alone in such a da rk place. Although I knew what I did was bad, I couldn ’t help feeling happy