In the cold days of December, the goose-feather snow in Beijing had been falling for a whole week, and each time Zhou Jiao walked, the snow reached up to her calves, making it difficult for her to lift her feet.
Seeing Zhang Guoqing, she began to long eagerly for her father and son. But starting the next day, along with the snow mixed with rain, the final exams also commenced.
Helpless, Zhou Jiao could only call home. Listening to her son sensibly ask her to come home after finishing her exams, she couldn't help but shed tears for a moment.
A week later, after finishing the final exams, her studies for this semester were also concluded. Zhou Jiao couldn't care less about the experimental topics the professor mentioned, she let him fuss all he wanted, she was going to spend time with her son first.
Escorted by Zhang Guoqing to the small train, after two months, she returned home. She had left in the autumn, but now returned in the heart of winter.
