It was late winter when Wen Zhixue first met Shi Wen. Shi Wen was squatting on the curb on the side of the road, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and holding up a fortune-telling sign. Her thick black hair was sprinkled on her clothes like a waterfall, and snowflakes fell on her head. She seemed to be ignoring the cold, looking at her mobile phone with a calm expression.
Intention: Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.