The hailstones pelted down on the rain canopy, composing a symphony in the quietness of night.
Xiang Chenyu laughed, "It's hailing."
Liu Runxi looked up at the profound darkness of the night, where the hailstones seemed to race to hit the ground, breaking apart upon impact, occasionally sending icy shards onto his face and the back of his hand. A chilly sensation lingered.
"The weather forecast said Qingzhou is in for another bitter winter this year. The vegetable farmers are in for a tough time."
Xiang Chenyu sighed and took a big gulp of beer, letting out a contented sigh.
"Xiao Liu, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?"
Liu Runxi shook his head, "Officer Xiang, what are you trying to say?"
"I just like dealing with smart people."
Xiang Chenyu dragged a small stool closer to Liu Runxi's side.
Liu Runxi felt a bit uncomfortable and instinctively wanted to move away.
