Last night, there was a heavy snowfall, and in the morning the entire Meteorological Bureau family compound was blanketed in white.
An elderly colleague was enthusiastically taking photos of the snowy scene downstairs, while children were having fun building snowmen, having snowball fights, and setting off firecrackers in the snow.
Han Yu was clearing the snow off the balcony, and couldn't help but think of his father-in-law.
When his father-in-law was home, he always reminded them about potential climate changes, whether they should wear more layers or bring an umbrella when going out. Without his father-in-law since he moved to Xichuan, neither he nor his wife remembered to pay attention to climate changes, and the snowfall felt quite unexpected.
"San'er, shall we go buy some firecrackers too?"
"We won't be eating at home tonight, so let's not buy them."
"Should we bring something when we go to Director Zhu's house?"
