The day after Christmas, it snowed in Jinling City, a rare sight.
Though nothing particularly exciting had happened, Christmas made Lu Zhou think of Santa Claus, and that in turn reminded him of the fireplace in his old house in Princeton. Whenever heavy snow fell in New Jersey, he would move his work from the study to the living room, sit on the carpet before the fireplace with his back against the sofa, and let his thoughts wander through the endless universe and the pursuit of truth.
Though he was still far from the age for nostalgia.
As he watched the snowflakes drifting down outside the window, Lu Zhou truly felt a little homesick.
Sitting in the living room, he picked up a soup dumpling with his chopsticks, dipped it into the vinegar sprinkled with shredded ginger, and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at the silvery white snow hanging from the short pine tree outside, he suddenly spoke without warning.
"I'm planning to install a fireplace at home."
Wang Peng, standing in the living room, glanced around and asked thoughtfully.
"Is the heating insufficient?"
Lu Zhou gave him a strange look. "Your train of thought is weird. Why does it have to be cold before I install a fireplace?"
Wang Peng paused slightly, then made a helpless expression. "I was just asking... Is there anything you need me to help with?"
Lu Zhou teased, "That won't be necessary, unless you tell me you know how to lay bricks."
Though it had only been a joke, Wang Peng unexpectedly took it seriously. After thinking for a while, he answered solemnly.
"The General Staff does have experts in that area."
Lu Zhou: "...Are you Doraemon or something?"
How did they have everything?
Wang Peng: "...?"
In the end, Lu Zhou did