"Dad, Dad! It's New Year's, can we not talk about this?" An Ping knew An Hao's heart was aching, given a living person had seemingly disappeared without a trace, indeed a worrying situation.
"Okay! I won't talk about it anymore, let's eat!" An Shuchao said.
But no matter how delicious the food was, at that moment it seemed to lose its flavor in their mouths.
An Ping saw that the atmosphere at the dining table was somewhat cold, so he tapped his chopsticks on the table, "Can you all stop being like this? Who knows, maybe in a moment my brother-in-law will swing the door open, and say to you, 'Wife, I'm back!'"
"Really?" Tears vaguely shimmered in An Hao's eyes.
"Of course..." An Ping hadn't finished speaking when suddenly the door banged open.
Everyone turned their heads towards the door. Under the vast night sky, the howling northern wind swept up the snowflakes, and that familiar figure stood there like a pine tree, his resolute face wearing a faint smile.
Clatter!
