On November 22, Minor Snow - the twenty-second solar term - arrives.
Snow spells cold, precipitation increases, the weather gradually becomes desolate, and people hurrying by on the street are all wrapped in cotton-padded clothes.
Listening to the weather forecast on television, Li Juan's hand watering the flowers pauses involuntarily.
It's today, thirteen years ago.
The sky is gloomy, like an overturned pot.
There's a storm coming in the mountains.
Madam Zhou steps out of the kitchen, "Juan, go and call Mr. Li. Why hasn't the delivery arrived today?"
The staple foods and daily needs of the Zhu family were usually delivered by Mr. Li. Although the prices might be high, everything was fresh because the produce came directly from the farmers.
"This Mr. Li, he's late half the time of every month. He's truly unreliable. After this month, we won't cooperate with him anymore..."