When the plane arrived in the city of Jinwu, it was already 12 o'clock in the evening.

The city is far northwest, and the winter is full of snow, and the whole city is shrouded in white snowflakes, which is bitterly cold.

Mr. Shan shivered, even if he was tightly wrapped, the cold still drilled into his body.

"Silence, silence, shall we stay in a hotel tonight?" Looking at the white snow in the sky, there will definitely be no way to reach the silent home tonight.

Silence dragged the suitcase, looked at the snow outside the glass wall with dark eyes, and said, "Yes." ”

As soon as the two of them left the airport, a majestic green military vehicle was parked on the side of the road, and the roof of the car was covered with thick snow.

Silence stopped, frowning faintly.

The road was dimly lit, and a tall figure could be seen leaning against the door of the military vehicle. The man lit a cigarette, and a little red lit up in the darkness.

After a while, the man pinched the cigarette in his hand and walked towards Silent and Shanzong.

From dim to bright, I could clearly see that it was a middle-aged man over forty years old, with dark skin, good facial features, and a straight body, and a majestic military atmosphere.

He walked up to the silence, bent down to take the luggage, and said with a blank face, "Your mother asked me to pick you up." ”

When he said this, Luo Zhen didn't look at Mr. Shan next to him and pretended to ignore it.

Silence: "Hmm. ”

Mr. Shan: ...

The two got into the car, and the military vehicle drove slowly down the road, its wheels crushing over the snow with a slight creaking sound.

In the carriage, there was a quiet place, and Mr. Shan sat upright next to the silence, suppressing the urge to sleep.

To be honest, in Mr. Shan's heart, he was a little "afraid" of his silent father, a majestic middle-aged man, with the iron-blooded temperament of a soldier with [no one else, don't enter] written all over his body.

Father and son were talking, typical Chinese father-son conversation.

Luo Zhen asked, "How are you doing?" ”

Silent replied: "It's okay." ”

Luo Zhen: "How many days?" ”

Silence: "Five days." ”

Luo Zhen: "If you don't have any money, just tell me, and I'll send the money to your account." ”

Silence: "No. ”

There was silence in the carriage for a long time.

After a while, Luo Zhen spoke: "You seem to have lost weight." ”

Silence: "No, I'm doing well." ”

Shan always felt that he couldn't be a bystander all the time.

Patiently listening to the dry conversation between the father and son, and hearing Luo Zhen say that he was silent and thin, Mr. Shan immediately interjected: "Uncle, he is silent and he is not thin, he exercises every day, and he is very healthy." ”

Luo Zhen was already a little pimple in his heart, and he was not used to the existence of Mr. Shan, so when he heard Mr. Shan interject, he immediately scolded angrily: "I didn't ask you!" ”

Silent frowned: "Dad! ”

There was an instant silence in the carriage.

The wheels of the military vehicle ran over the snow pit, a slight creaking.

Mr. Shan hung his head silently, and the small yellow curly hair hung on his forehead, and he didn't say anything again.

Silence all the way.

Late at night, the military vehicle finally arrived at Luojia Manor.

There are big red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the manor, and the branches of the dead trees are dotted with small red flowers, which is full of joy and a strong atmosphere of the New Year.

Lan Fenyun was wearing a red cheongsam padded jacket, looking forward to it, and when she saw the green military vehicle slowly arriving, she immediately overjoyed: "It's finally here!" ”

"Mr. Xiaoshan, the food is still hot in the kitchen, Aunt Lan will take you to taste it." Lan Fenyun didn't say a word, kicked away her husband who was in the way, and pulled Mr. Shan to the house.

"Wear so little, Auntie has made a few more clothes this year, and I will send them to you later."

Outside the gate, there were only the two of Luo Zhen who stood in the cold wind.