The winter in the north is very cold. Ji Yun's fingers were hooked in his cuffs, and his fingertips were blown a little red by the wind. The rooftop was empty, and the wind came from the north, making the rooftop door clank. He looked down at the toes of his shoes and smiled: "So sure?"
Chen Dan did not answer directly: "How about we make a bet."
Ji Yun didn't ask what the bet was, but asked: "When?"
"Next year." Chen Dan looked at him: "Next spring."
Wait until the long and sleepy winter, wait until the grass and trees sprout, wait until the next spring.
"Go, I hope you have a safe journey,
The bridges are strong and the tunnels are bright. "
"Train" Tarangire
Intention: growth