It has been snowing heavily for two days in a row.
Inside the house, a young man in green clothes kept stomping, walking from one end to the other, and then from one end to the other. From time to time he would open the window to look at the situation outside.
"Brother Huangpu, it's very cold!" The girl who had been huddled by the stove couldn't help but said, "The snow won't stop for another day!"
"One day? How do you know?" The young man named Huangpu looked melancholy. He took a bottle of wine from the table and poured it into his mouth. Unexpectedly, the roasted knife was not as red as the daughter he usually drank, and he almost shed tears because of the choking.
"It's really strange." The girl looked at the boy who kept pouring wine into his mouth, with a confused expression. "Why do you drink this when you are happy and this when you are sad? It's very contradictory, isn't it?"
"Maybe, this~~~ tastes good!" The girl salivated.