Is this winter cold?
Very cold, cold to the bone, cold to the heart...
Outside, heavy snow is falling, inside, apart from some warmth on the kang, it's very cold...
The lumpy cotton quilt covers the body, the hungry stomach, even colder...
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing stands inside the thatched cottage, watching the scene before him, a chill runs from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Sometimes, love is very grand...
His mother-in-law Lin Lishan abandoned her own flesh and blood for love, wandering outside for seventeen years...
Mr. Zhang, for his late wife, has guarded a soon-to-collapse home alone for decades...
But reality is in front of him, does Mr. Zhang feel he's lived enough, or does he simply not want to leave this once love-filled small house?
Zhang Guoqing shook his head at the family uncle behind him, stepped forward, and observed the old man calmly.
"Xiao Wu, you and your uncle go back. I'm not staying at his house, nor at your house..."
