C772 Return

Zhang Xiaomei and I had agreed to meet the plane, and even my mother-in-law had agreed.

The airport was cold at night.

It was still early spring, after all, and the temperature differed greatly between day and night.

The wind continued to blow in the hall.

Finally, I found the person I was waiting for — Zhang Xiaomei and her mother.

The plane was twenty minutes late.

Actually