After getting off the vehicle, they arrived at the entrance of an alley and walked for about five hundred meters.
Blue bricks, blue tiles, and blue stone lanes, the pervasive snow makes one yearn for sleep.
Because it had just snowed, Yang Xiaodong, who grew up in the south, was very happy to experience the joy of being the first to step on the fresh snow.
It made a crunching sound.
In his eyes, it seemed the meal was no longer important; the snow from the north was enough to comfort a soul's hunger.
Qin Xuehai and Zhou Fengwen walked along, immersed in nostalgia.
The dim streetlights alongside the road set a proper mood.
"Wow, nothing has changed at all!"
"Look at this telegraph pole, not even counting all the times, you've thrown up here at least a few dozen times!"
"Cut it out, look at you... That crooked willow tree, it wouldn't have grown so tall if it wasn't for you unable to find a bathroom after drinking."
