Winter

I returned to the humid town in early winter during my winter migration. The hot spicy hotpot stalls under the street lights were surrounded by heat. Young people were waiting by the stalls with their hands hunched and their feet stamped. The boss who was working alone was only wearing a black vest in such weather, showing his unreasonable muscles. Dongxi sat on the small bench, looking at his boss's muscles and the sign beside him: Winter. A small mobile stall actually had a literary name, Dongxi thought as he breathed in the cold air, it was quite fitting for the occasion. Intention: to be added