“Why’s it so bad pretending to be an aeroplane, Sir?” Bai was aware of the impertinence. Ling felt her heart quicken and her insides fold.
“P-p-please –“
Bai cracked Mr Zhou’s head with the stick. He yelped and sobbed, his tied limbs causing him to collapse onto the baked earth in what the Red Guard called ‘The Aeroplane’ pose.