On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, before daybreak, the north wind blew through the wall of the family courtyard of the military region like a knife, sobbing like mourning.
Xiao Li, the soldier on duty, wrapped his military coat tightly and huddled in the guard room, rubbing his hands and breathing, cursing the bad weather eight hundred times in his heart. Suddenly there was a loud bang, which shook the window glass, followed by a crisp, milky roar: "Open the door! Let me in! Find my dad! He is going to be demoted today!"
Xiao Li shivered with fright, picked up the flashlight on the table and rushed out.
The snow at the door was up to his ankles. A round little dumpling was wrapped in an old patched cotton jacket. A colorless cotton hat was fastened on his head, revealing only a pair of black grape-like eyes, which were astonishingly bright. She stood on tiptoes, her short legs still in the posture of kicking the door. Her little face was full of urgency, but she didn't have any stage fright.
"Kid, who are you looking for? This is a military area family home. You can't just enter." Xiao Li softened his voice and murmured in his heart: Where did the little wild boy come from in this cold weather to say such nonsense.
Xiaotuanzi raised his head and stared at him, his voice crisp: "I'm looking for Lu Zheng! He is my father! At eight o'clock this morning, the Political Department is going to have a meeting to demote him. Please let me go in and stop him!"
