At six o'clock in the morning, Wei Ling got up. He boiled some water so the two children could rinse their face with warm water after they woke up.
Wei Ling did not grow up in Chuhua. He came here after leaving the military because most of his friends lived here. His strongest impression of this city, after being a resident here for a while, was that the weather was terrible.
In his words, "The weather is sick, it needs a cure."
Temperature in Chuhua always felt like it was a practical joke of some sort. It was nearly 30 degrees yesterday, but had dropped to barely ten degrees today. Perhaps because the temperature was still fluctuating, some trees on campus were still green. Of course, leaves were falling off at the same time, but out of the patches of browns and greens on the side of the road, people always noticed the green parts first. Maybe green made people feel better.
