C257 Three Photos

When I got back into the tent, my father was already awake. He had just finished his porridge and was staring at the map he had drawn on the table in a daze.

When I walked in, his eyelids twitched, and he continued to look at the map, I was at a loss, facing my father's cowardly mood, I could act like a rascal towards the Fourth Uncle, I could act like a spoiled child towards my grandfather