Under Winter

"Thirty years ago today, it was because of that fighter plane that was shot down..." "Grandpa, you've said it eight hundred times!" Lao Wang's memories were interrupted impatiently by his grandson. He let out a long sigh, tightened the animal skin around his body, moved his body closer to the fire, and continued to polish the stone cluster arrows by the light. At this time, children cheered from outside the cave, and he knew that the hunting team was back.