On this winter night, it adds a touch of popularity.

It was cold and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake.

"Lu Yang, you knock on the ice in front of you, and I'll row the boat."

Uncle Friday said a word, I nodded hurriedly, took the oars and got on the bow of the boat.

The lake was empty, the wind blew, the cold was not good, and it fell on the surface in bursts, and the face plate was blown dry and painful.

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