Zheng Tian was silent for many years, and finally tremblingly opened the recording that had been dusted for eight years. Lin Ming's voice was still lively, and he seemed to see her jumping up and down again. He raised the recording to his ear, and Lin Ming's voice struck the air: "When the next snow falls, I will fall on your hair, and use my life to tell you that I miss you." Zheng Tian, we haven't seen you for a long time. "
Zheng Tian raised his trembling hands to cover his eyes, but tears overflowed from his fingers. He murmured between his teeth: "Lin Ming, it's snowing. "
It turns out that tomorrow is a tomorrow where we cannot see the dawn.
Concept: The story of a special police officer and a primary school teacher