The old Sichuan native named Dunbar stomped his foot and slapped his thigh hard, "When you were a kid, did you ever get lost?"
"Yes." Harrison Clark knew he must have run into someone who knew his grandfather Moor Clark, and his long-dormant heart began to pick up the pace.
"So it is you!" Old Dunbar suddenly stood up and grabbed Harrison by the shoulders with his rough hand. "When I went back to pay my respects at Chen's grave, the neighbors mentioned that Chen's grandson was found. He was also buried by you, and I was not quite sure. I was like, why do I feel so comfortable with your face, you look like Chen when he was young, but of course, you look more like your father when he was young."
