Snowflakes fell from the sky, and gusts of wind swept by. The carriage rattled outside in the wind. Traveling against the wind, the old man on the carriage consoled his beloved horse, unwilling to whip it, letting it move whimsically sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Inside the carriage sat Zhang Guoqing and his parents. Mother Zhang looked regretful that her little grandson couldn't return to the village. Seeing the child become more clever every day and recognizing her, she truly couldn't bear parting from her grandson. If it weren't for worrying about the eldest child, she wouldn't want to go home.
Zhang Guoqing also felt very regretful. He hadn't expected the daytime temperature to be abnormal today. These past days he didn't even need to wear a coat at noon; who would have thought that the planned trip would need to be changed at the last minute? A whole day off, and he couldn't accompany his wife and son.
