Snow

Miao Tianchuan didn't say anything. He picked up the wine cup on the table and drank its contents in one gulp. The liquor had quite a kick. It burned as it slid down his throat.

After keeping silent for a long time, Miao Tianchuan said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to go back ever again."

"Yes, I am aware of that." Miao Qingshan nodded.

There were some things one knew couldn't be done. There were some places one could never go. That didn't prevent one from thinking about it. Thinking about such things often led to nothing good.

"Come on, let's drink."

The two drank quite a lot of wine. Each man harbored his own thoughts.

When they left, snowflakes were drifting in the sky. It was pretty rare for snow to fall in that area.