The night was very gloomy today, with no moon or stars in the sky, only the piercing cold wind blowing against the body, like waves crashing endlessly.
At the foot of the back mountain of Anping Temple, the semi-trailer was still parked, and two drivers crouched on the ground smoking, shivering from the cold.
The cigarette butts flickered, illuminating their flushed faces.
One of the drivers took a deep drag of his cigarette, then stubbed it out on the ground and walked to the rear of the vehicle.
He looked admiringly at Hui Shiqi and Hui Shiba, who were bare-chested, and asked, "Masters, don't you feel cold?"
Hui Shiqi and Hui Shiba exchanged glances, both seeing the baffling confusion in the other's eyes, as if to say: What is cold?
After a moment, they both shook their heads simultaneously, which was their answer to the driver's question.
"Whew..."
The driver exhaled a puff of white breath and rubbed his hands together to relieve the stiffness in his finger joints.
