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Chapter 155
the end of the year.

It snowed heavily for several days, and finally stopped, and the Gu Yue Xian City was full of excitement.

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

She stopped and walked, walked through several streets and alleys, and stopped when she reached the door of a dilapidated shop.

Just as I was about to enter, I saw a wooden sign with the word 'Closed Business' hanging on the door, so I stopped in my tracks.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, many shops along the streets in the city are already closed.

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

Loose monks are different. They are hard-working people. They have no family or reason in the city. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, there is no day of rest. This year's festival is no exception. busy.Even in the evening, there are still quite a few monks rushing back from the mountains, just to enter the city to rejoice.

Feeling the not-so-thick festive atmosphere in the city, Huaying walked down the street after leaving the closed shop.

How old is this?

Huaying couldn't remember clearly.

She hasn't had a good year since she left the mountain.The only good memories of the New Year that remain in my mind are half of them left at home when I was a child, the joy of playing with my parents, my elder brother, and my fellow villagers.

The other half was on Qingya Mountain, during the short few years when I lived with my master and senior sister.

After that, she was always alone, from Huaiguo to Qiushui, from Dongshan to Gu Yue.

This year, I'm afraid it will be no exception.

Xu is used to this, but Huaying is not unhappy because of it.

However, in this coming Spring Festival, there was only one thing that made her feel deeply worried and melancholy.

Walking slowly all the way, I finally reached the street where the stall market is located.

Standing on the street, glancing at the sparse crowd, Huaying raised her neck on tiptoes and tried her best to look into the alley.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze, and there was a wave of fluctuation in her bright eyes.

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Still undecided, she finally puffed up and walked towards the market with a dull head.

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

Huaying stopped a few feet away from the booth, staring blankly at the booth in front of her.

There, there was a young girl who looked very young, holding the old whitish talisman paper in the cold wind, timidly talking to the young man with half black and half white hair standing in front of her booth. Senior monk, begging for something.

"Uncle, buy a talisman."

"Uncle, the talismans here are all drawn by my father himself. 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 look a little thin.

It may be because the stall has been set up for a long time. When speaking, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little trembling, which made her incoherent words appear more blunt and timid.

In this cold winter day, she seemed like a poor girl who was kicked out of the house and had to make a living by selling talismans. She peddled along the street here, and finally met a customer who was willing to come to ask the price. As a result——

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

The man seemed not at all interested in the talisman in the poor little girl's hand, and his two cloudy eyes gradually narrowed into a slit driven by his meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)