At first light, Song Erlang left the Wen Family's disaster shelter with his wife and children.
Second Lang's wife held Song Duobao, while Song Erlang carried a burlap sack containing two old quilts that Father Wen had given them before they left.
Song Er Ya hugged a cloth bag filled with dry food.
Outside the shelter, the cold wind raged, biting to the bone. If it weren't the hour for gruel at the government office, no one would want to venture out.
This year, the snow is colder than ever.
This winter is bitterer than ever.
Second Lang's wife took a deep breath of cold air and looked around. The shelters were filled with disaster victims, some sitting or lying and others with gloomy faces or seeming to have given up on life.
But at least there's some place to stay.
Pulling her gaze back, realizing they didn't even know where to sleep at night, tears welled up in Second Lang's wife's eyes.
She heard Song Erlang's voice asking her where they planned to go.
