Another strong cold air went south, and Shanghai had a rare cold weather. Martina came to the work shed to look for Huang Guilong. The work shed is covered in the open ground not far from the back door of F University. The simple mobile house is ventilated around it, the corrugated sheets on the roof are blown directly by the wind, and the chase in the room is covered with long-unwashed bedding, giving off an unpleasant smell. Martina in a coat stood in the shed, still shivering with cold. Huang Guilong used an electric kettle to boil a pot of hot water, poured it into an enamel cup, and let Martina hold her hands. The workers who had returned to their hometown for the Chinese New Year had not yet returned, and the two of them were cooking in the shed.
Martina is here to say goodbye to Huang Guilong. Her parents found a company in Paris for her. They needed a person who could understand Chinese in order to do business with a Chinese company in the future. The interview date for this company was five days later. This is the long-awaited opportunity for Martina, for which she must return to France immediately.
Martina left her address and phone number in France to Huang Guilong. After returning to France, she could not write or call him. The shed was like a wandering boat. There was no definite number. She told Huang Guilong that it was expensive to make international calls and hoped that he would write to her. Huang Guilong carefully folded the note with the address written on it and put it in his personal pocket. Sitting across from each other, Martina put her hand into Huang Guilong's hair as she did in the past. She said: "You are a good person, I believe in you, I love you, I will often think of you and the Chinese food you make." Huang Guilong Suddenly he covered his face and started crying, not knowing whether it was because Martina was about to leave, or because of his own grievances these days.