Boiling and waiting, hoping and longing, finally, the semester ended, and we could have a winter break.
The local students at the school rushed home immediately; life was too hard to bear.
This year's winter was particularly cold. Sleeping in the middle of the night, cold and hungry, often everyone in the dorm would huddle together for warmth, and we didn't dare to casually relieve ourselves in the night for fear it would make us hungrier.
For most students, going home might be worse; households weren't necessarily better off than the school, but after being oppressed for too long, people tend to escape with hope.
Originally, our class was supposed to follow the professor to units during winter break for tours and internships. But now, not even the teacher mentioned it, and everyone dispersed. Zhang Guoqing happily played dumb, telling classmates that he and his wife were going back to their hometown in the Northeast.
