For Zhou Jiao, an ancient book poses no difficulty. After flipping through it twice, life goes on as usual. Moreover, she hasn't forgotten she's here on vacation to accompany her son.
In the winter season, besides the kids running around energetically and fearlessly in the cold, there are more elders staying indoors, doing chores, and calling the children for meals during mealtime.
Unlike Zhang Guoqing and his father, who are out enjoying themselves, Zhou Jiao, afraid of the cold and falling, seldom goes out. Luckily, she enjoys peace and quiet without disturbance, which suits her preferred lifestyle.
She finds joy in her self-entertained, free-spirited life. In the morning, she looks at the overnight snowfall in the yard, and in the afternoon, she peeks at the winter scene in the park through the wooden window panes.
At sunset, she stands in the yard and gazes at the half-golden, half-gray wall where sparse grass sways in the winter wind.
