In the desolate wilderness, under a bleak, setting sun. An old man named Jiang Masheng, wearing suspenders, hangs from a tree branch. After several attempts, he builds a sturdy swing for his adorable little grandson. Seeing that his grandson is fine, the old man silently turns and leaves. The little boy sits idly on the swing when, at that moment, a green-skinned boy peeks out from behind the tree. Children harbor no grudges; invited by the other, the green boy approaches and sits side by side with the first child. Just then, the grandfather reappears, and the green boy runs off in fright. The grandfather says nothing, only wiping away the green stain on his grandson with a handkerchief.
The boy did not learn tolerance; he learned hatred and killing far too early...
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