Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 45 (Thinking Father)

It was cold into the night, and an oil lamp was not extinguished.

Biting pain, stacked.

Soul bones never fall into a dream.

Under the setting sun, leaning on the shoulders.

Breathing stopped, under the jujube tree.

Unruly all his life.

Searching for the love under the gravel.

The moment the wall collapsed, I saw that face,

He said goodbye with a smile!
but,
Couldn't say the deadline.

(End of this chapter)