The night of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year is a bit cold.
Wearing a white down jacket, she smiled and greeted him in the black car.
The car window lowered, revealing Chen Mo's clear face. He ate his last supper slowly before returning to the team.
He said: "If you want to eat in the future, come to me anytime."
She said: "Then you have to come back first."
Later, she understood that some people appeared not to amaze the time, but to block the wind for you on that cold but gentle night, and then gently put the military coat with a faint smell of tobacco on your shoulders.
Slow daily life | Military marriage | Long-lasting love
Intention: Those ordinary and persevering little things