The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month
It is the coldest time of the year in the north. After the Laba Festival, people outside the customs are preparing to welcome the New Year. But this freezing season has driven people on the street home early. Only a few shops are doing business on the road. The big houses are lit with lights, and the lanterns at the door are glowing with dim yellow light and swaying with the north wind.
Wenzhai
Master Wenjia looked at the copper coin in his hand and frowned. It was an unlucky sign.
Next day
The housekeeper opened the sliding door and bowed to Mr. Wen, saying, "There is a distinguished guest outside the door who wants to see you." When Mr. Wen heard this, he felt that it was a blessing, not a misfortune. It is a disaster that cannot be avoided. It will come when it comes. Mr. Wen saw through the sliding door that the ground outside was particularly dazzling because of last night's snow and this morning's sun. There was a person standing in the snow, wearing a white fox fur cloak and a flag dress commonly worn by Manchu girls, with a high stand-up collar. The buckle is a traditional lotus flower, all white from top to bottom, with a rusty pattern of silver thread, and is embedded in the cuffs and neckline. The three-strand braid is on the hat, and the boots are digging into the snow. Mr. Wen was absent-minded for a while. I don't know whether it is the coordination of such a white suit with the surrounding scenery or the rare sun today. It is a bit unreal, as if this girl will come and go with the snow.
The old man thought for a moment that it would be too late for him to pack his things and put away the fragile things now.
The disaster star has already arrived.
The girl looked at the old man who looked like he was about to issue an eviction order, and the big prickly smile on her face was a bit unbearable, "You acted like disaster was coming as soon as you left me. You wanted to move away before I even spoke last time. It's so callous and hurtful!!