The first time he met Li Shengli was on a winter night. After school, he was waiting at the station for the bus that seemed to never come. He remembered that there was fine snow in the sky that day, and the streets were covered with a thin layer of snow. Under the dim light, everything was given a soft and warm quality. He looked in the direction of the bus, gazing at the fine snowflakes slowly falling in the air. There was no wind, the deserted streets, the dim lights, the crystal snow, and the cold white snow seemed to be dyed with a hint of warmth by the light. He admired the rare peace with some boredom. Then Li Shengli appeared and walked over slowly.