Madam, Be Good, We Don't Raise Ghosts

"Hey, little girl, it's such a cold day, why are you here again?" In January, every corner of the capital was still full of depression, and even the wind became fierce, scratching everyone's face with its claws and teeth, causing pain. The person who asked the question was a man who was half middle-aged but not middle-aged, half old but not old. He wore a pair of sunglasses, his mouth was covered tightly with a scarf, he also wore a thick felt on his head, and his hands were inserted into each other's cuffs.