By early spring, it was already February. The chill of spring lingered, and the morning wind still carried a biting cold.
Gu Chengyu put down his brush and stretched lazily. Practicing calligraphy in the morning and evening had become his habit, a daily ritual. Today was the seventh of February; Gu Chengyu and his companions planned to head to the county town today because the county examination was scheduled for the next day.
"Xiao Bao! It's still chilly in the morning! Why are you wearing so little?" Mrs. Lv emerged from the kitchen, noticing that Gu Chengyu only wore a single layer outside while she was still clad in her padded jacket!
"Mother! I'm not cold. Where's Father? Has he risen?" Compared to most burly men, Gu Chengyu was more resistant to the cold.
