Mr. He and Mrs. He had just gotten off the train when a blast of cold air hit them, making them both shrink their necks.
Mrs. He said to Mr. He, "We should have put our scarves on."
Xue Yue had bought scarves for both Mr. He and Mrs. He. It was Mrs. He's first time wearing such a thing. Previously, she had only seen the young girls and wives in the village wear them and thought they looked novel. But Mr. He found it uncomfortable, saying it felt like someone was choking him. Besides, at his age, he was worried the villagers would laugh at him for it when he got back.
They hadn't expected, after being away for half a year, to feel the full force of a Black Province winter the moment they stepped off the train. Still, this was a temperature they knew well.
"Dad, Mom, you're finally here! I was starting to think I got the time wrong."
"Uncle." Little Chen followed behind Mr. and Mrs. He, carrying his luggage.
