C770 Snowy night

That night, the snowstorm was heavy.

Especially when we were sitting on the bench, the night wind was blowing harder, blowing on people's faces.

I was still okay, wearing gloves and a cotton jacket.

My father, on the other hand, was wearing only a thin coat, but he didn't seem to feel the cold.

"Changshan, do you miss your mother?" My dad lit a cigarette and smoked, one arm around me