In early December, after brewing for half a month, the heavy snow finally arrived.
It was also the year's first snowfall.
Outside was biting cold, while indoors it was as warm as spring. This is Jiangcheng, where the heating system in the north is a marvelous invention, infinitely better than the old stoves and heated brick beds.
"Don't open the door to strangers. Basically, other than me, don't open the door for anyone else. Pretend no one is home, even if it's my dad knocking."
As Xu Qing got ready, he instructed Jiang He, who was sitting in front of the computer engrossed in a game, seemingly oblivious to the advice.
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
"Then I'm leaving. Make yourself some food if you get hungry."
He glanced out at the snowflakes falling and hesitated before grabbing a scarf to put on, repeating his instruction once more before leaving the house during Jiang He's impatient moment.
It's like looking after a daughter...
