Finally, the rain stopped. Just now, Rongrong called and said it was freezing in the cotton field, but I only let her take a T-shirt. Hehe. When I went there last time, it didn't rain at all, but this time she experienced it all. Poor her. It seems like the days in the cotton field were just a few days ago, not two years ago. Everything is still vivid in my mind. It was always sunny back then, and the ultraviolet rays would recklessly burn the exposed skin. I wore a big straw hat every day, just like a pure cotton picker.