One day a few years later, when we were sitting around the stove in the wooden house warming up, I asked him about it. He said that that night he was watching the stars and learned that a visitor was coming from afar, so he specially waited there.
I was surprised: "How come I didn't know you could read the stars?"
He smiled, took the teapot off the stove, and said to me: "Xiao Jiang, the tea is ready."
There are no four seasons on Yinhua Mountain, only the constant snow and severe cold year after year. I still remember that the stove in the house was burning red, white smoke was rising from the teapot, and the water mist was so dense that I couldn't see Su Shui's face clearly.