"It's been so many years since I last came back, and it's still so cold here."
Second Uncle looked at the snow-covered scenery outside and couldn't help but sigh.
Only upon hearing the voice did Wang Fan slowly awaken. He glanced at the time—it was already 7 a.m. Looking out the window, he couldn't help but be entranced.
He had no impression of this hometown since he moved away with his parents when he was very young. Everything before him was something he'd never seen in Beijing.
Looking out, the street-side plants and trees were all covered with snow, even the tops of the streetlights wore white hats. Snowballs and little snow ducks hung from the dry branches, making everything look both dreamlike and lively.
Second Uncle warned Wang Fan, "Let me tell you, nephew, don't go licking those lampposts out there."
Wang Fan was puzzled, "Second Uncle, why would I lick the lampposts for no reason?"
Second Uncle chuckled, "Those lampposts are sweet, you'll know it if you lick one."
