"For seventy years, the east wall hit the west wall."

"Now I'm packing up and returning..."

"Still, the water is connected to the sky."

When the song ends, the people are gone, and the eyes are closed and the soul is dispersed.

Only the mountains remain the same and the water flows endlessly, just like the past.

So, melancholy.

Suddenly someone pushed his shoulder hard.

It was as if I stepped onto a cliff in my dream and fell down, sweating all over.

Qi Wuhuo shivered and opened his eyes suddenly. He was in a daze when he saw an old man pointing at him and said with a smile: "Boy, just dream, why do you look like you want to cry?"

Qi Wuhuo was confused for a long time:

"Where is this? When is it?"

The old man laughed and scolded: "You can't recognize it anymore?"

"As for the time?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the stove, steaming, and replied:

"The sky is in full swing."

"The snow has not stopped."
Chapter completed!