The coldness of winter is like a dull knife, scratching the city of Luoyang time and time again.
It seems that it is almost midnight, and the heavy snow is still drifting, and everything between the sky and the earth is a blur.
Upstairs in the East Market, Li Shouxuan squeezed his neck so tightly that he was as cold as a quail. In his heart, he was looking forward to finishing banging the clappers as soon as possible so that he could go back to the shabby locker room where the air leaked everywhere to warm himself up by the fire.
It was such a weird day, the copper kettle dripper was so frozen that it didn't work!
In order to avoid missing the time, Li Shouxuan had no choice but to brave the wind and snow and climb to the rickety upstairs.
It is true to say that it is rickety. This building is too old and has not been repaired much. The wooden stairs creaked and sounded as if they were about to fall apart.
It took a lot of effort to climb up, and as soon as I calibrated the "delicate" hourglass, I saw something lying on the corner of the eaves - it turned out to be a homing pigeon that was frozen to death, with a strange bronze charm tied to its paw.
"What bad luck!" Li Shouxuan muttered quietly, but he felt a little different in his heart.
Who would let go of pigeons on this snowy day?
Could it be some secret letter from Jianghu?
