At Shili Gou Railway Station, Lin Cuihua had sent An Guoqing out bright and early to pick up An Ning and the others.
The tall and sturdy man from the Northeast was dressed in a very down-to-earth manner, wearing a thick, handmade, "mom-brand" cotton-padded jacket, a dog-fur hat on his head, and a multicolored neck gaiter. Puffs of white breath escaped from his mouth from time to time. He was so bundled up that besides a narrow slit for his eyes, you couldn't make out what he looked like at all.
An Guoqing tucked both hands into his sleeves, craning his neck as he looked around.
The first person to walk out of the station was Jiang Xia. That guy was probably impervious to the cold; he wasn't even wearing a hat.
An Guoqing completely overlooked the round, freshly-buzzed head with hair less than five millimeters long. The people following behind, however, were showing proper respect for the Northeastern winter.
