It's snowing... Snowflakes are falling in Xuancheng in winter, and the usually lively market seems lifeless at this moment. I could only occasionally see one or two passing children playing in thick clothes, chasing each other and laughing.
"Jiao'er" A slightly older man, holding a large cloak, walked up to the man who was standing at the door looking at the snow. He put the large cloak on the man and said, "It's cold, so be careful of freezing." "Ha..." The man stretched out his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the sky and said, "May you... Be warm in the winter, and may the spring not be cold; may you be accompanied by your beloved all the way."
"Jiao'er... What are you?" The old man obviously didn't understand what the man in front of him meant. He turned around and said to him: "Uncle Chen, I'm tired. Today, I won't open my voice." Since that incident, the number of times the Liyuan Emperor opened his voice on stage has been very rare... The incident dates back to a year ago.
Intention: Often the people we ignore are the ones who pay the most