The next day, Song Yun got up early and opened the window, saying in surprise, "It's snowing!"
Yes! It's snowing in Beijing!
For Song Yun, snow is something he hasn't really seen much of. During his time as a mercenary, he was mostly in the African battlefield and the Amazon Rainforest, places where it doesn't snow much, and after retiring to Sunan, even more so—Sunan is a southern city, it's cold, but certainly not cold enough to snow.
The snow was quite heavy; Song Yun looked out and saw the entire Song Residence was a vast expanse of white.
"You're up!" Qingluan walked in from outside carrying several bowls.
"Yeah, it's snowing!" Song Yun said with a smile, "From when I was a kid until before I went abroad, I'd never seen snow, and I only saw such heavy snow once over in Siberia."
