End.

After a few days of heavy snowfall, it finally stopped, and there was a lively scene in the ancient moon immortal city.

The crowd was bustling, and before it was dark, a white-haired nun squeezed in through the congested city gate.

She walked and stopped, through several alleys, until she came to a stop in front of a dilapidated shop.

I just wanted to enter, but I saw a wooden sign with the word "closed" hanging on the door, and I stopped all of a sudden.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and many of the storefronts along the streets in the city have been closed.

The owners of these small shops are all people who have settled in this city, and at this point in time, most of them have already gone home to reunite with their relatives and relatives for the holidays, and few are still busy doing business outside.

The monks are different, they are toiling people, they have no relatives in the city, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, there is no day of leisure, and this festival is no exception, they are busy from morning to night. Even in the evening, a large number of monks hurried back from the mountains, just to enter the city to rejoice.

Feeling the festive atmosphere in the city, Hua Ying left the closed shop and strolled down the street.

How many years is this?

Hua Ying can't remember it clearly.

Since she hit the mountain, she has not had a good year. The only memories of the New Year that remain in my mind are half of the joy of playing with my parents, my brother, and my fellow villagers at home as a child.

The other half was on Qingya Mountain, when I lived with my master and sister, for a few years.

And after that, she was always alone, from Huaiguo to Qiushui, from Dongshan to Guyue.

This year, I'm afraid, is no exception.

Xu is used to this, and Hua Ying is not depressed because of this.

It's just that in this upcoming Spring Festival, there is only one thing that makes her feel very worried and melancholy.

Walking slowly, I finally came to the street where the stall market was located.

Standing on the street, her eyes glancing over the sparse crowd, Hua Ying tiptoed her neck and tried her best to look into the alley.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze, and a trace of fluctuation flashed in her crystal eyes.

“.”

Undecided, she finally puffed up her breath and walked towards the market.

The footsteps were swift and slow, passing through the stalls without stopping, and finally came to an inconspicuous stall in a remote corner of the market.

Hua Ying stopped a few feet away from the stall, staring at the stall in front of her in a daze.

There, a young girl, in the cold wind, clutched the old white-haired talisman paper in her hand, and begged timidly for something with the half-black, half-white monk standing in front of her stall.

"Uncle, buy a talisman."

"Uncle, the spirit runes here are all hand-drawn by my father, take a look, the quality is very good, and the price is not expensive, you can buy one."

Today's weather is very cold, and the clothes on the little girl's body look a little thin.

It may be because she has been setting up a stall for a long time, and when she speaks, the little girl can't help but feel a little trembling, which makes her incoherent words seem even more blunt and cowardly.

On this cold winter day, she seemed to be like a poor girl who had been kicked out of the house and had to make a living by selling talismans, selling along the street here, and finally met a guest who was willing to come to the door to ask for a price, and as a result-

"Hey, hey, little girl, what about your family, don't you go home for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner during the New Year?"

The man didn't seem to be at all interested in the talisman in the poor little girl's hand, and his cloudy eyes gradually narrowed into a slit under the help of his meaningful smile.

(End of chapter)