Winter in a Small Town

Old Zhou told Chen Fang that there was a nice girl he wanted to introduce to him and asked if he wanted to meet her. Chen Fang chuckled, half-smoking a cigarette, and nodded at Old Zhou. “Of course, if you’re introducing her, I have to meet her.” He was curious to see just how “nice” the girl Old Zhou was talking about really was. The name sounded familiar, and in his distant memory, there was a girl with the same name, who was quite fair-skinned. When they met, she seemed vaguely familiar, and indeed, the girl was really fair. On their wedding night, Chen Fang looked at the person lying under the red wedding quilt and thought to himself, Wow, she’s really white. He bit her ear and whis...