Sand Table

The powerful Siberian cold front is passing through Snowy City at the beginning of the year. At the end of the cold wave, it seems that we are rushing to Snow City to celebrate the Spring Festival. The cold wind swept away the snow dust on the platform of Xuecheng Station. The pale sun shivered in the cumulus clouds. The train carrying the last batch of demobilized soldiers of Army Group North is about to start. On the platform, the people who came to see him off were all wearing "four skins", lowered their hat ears, kept shaking, and talking with their mouths open. Only Lu E, the commander of the group army, was wearing thin clothes, with his hat and ears rolled up. His body did not move, and his lips did not tremble. He smiled and waved at the frost-covered car window. On the car window, there were many mouths breathing hard, and then there were aiming eyes staring at the generals and lieutenants on the platform in the brief transparency created by the breathing. A car window creaked open, revealing two young faces and then two rough hands. Commander Lu'e quickly took off his white gloves, hurried forward, raised his hands and let those two hands hold them. The hands are not yet cold... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.