In Jiangnan, flowers are everywhere in April, but in Dongbei, people still can't decide what to wear in April.
The ground has thawed and the farmers have begun their spring plowing.
The temperature rises during the day, but it's particularly cold at night. The past two days have seen a resurgence of cold weather. Many pedestrians on the street are bundled in thick cotton-padded jackets and trousers.
The State-owned Dumpling Restaurant
Wang Jialan wrapped herself tighter in her newly tailored red windbreaker. The thin material couldn't shield her from the cold wind from outside, and her new leather boots were freezing her feet numb.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already the time they had agreed upon.
Yu Jingting hadn't arrived yet.
To meet him, she had skimped on the money she sent home this month, took out some of her savings, and made the clothes she was wearing.
