It is said that in ancient times, when the new year comes, "nian" will appear and take people's lives as food rations. No matter what people try, they can't get rid of it.
Unfortunately, every New Year's Eve, people will run into the mountains, caves or other safe places with their families to pray for peace.
The wind and snow were blowing hard, and the cold wind was pouring chill down the sleeves crazily. The old man held the baby in his hands and protected him tightly in his arms. Despite this, the baby's face had already turned purple from the cold.
This year's winter was extremely long... And extremely cold.
The villagers huddled in the corner, looking at the heavy snow in the sky. The charcoal fire in the basin had long been burned out. There were still children crying, but gradually no one had the strength to say anything.
The old man murmured to himself, "When will spring... Come?"
No one answered his words.
It was too long, so long that they thought...
——Spring disappeared
Purpose: A young man's oath to never regret it once he gets there