2002
In previous years, it never snowed on Shihu Mountain, but this year it experienced a rare light snow. Black Glasses changed his usual unnamable hum to "The first snow of 2002, compared to the coming year..." Accompanied by this light snow, with a small pot of warmed wine, it had a unique charm—at least, that was what he thought, completely devoid of any guilt about assaulting other people's eardrums.
Zhang Qiling and Mo Shanshan found him utterly annoying and had long since fled indoors; even the most patient Zhang Xilin kept his door firmly shut.
Chapter 17