Xiaoxiao has never been in this room. The room is not big. There is a single bed beside it. There is a small bookcase beside the single bed. There is a desk beside the single bed. There are some old pictures on it, but those are the ones that make her eyes locked on it at once and can't be moved any more.

Shao Zhanping took her hand to the bedside and sat down. He reached for one of the pictures and put it in front of her and smiled. "This is my second year as a soldier. I stole my father's picture in the photo frame at home. Although...