Wen Jianyang had been in poor health since he was a child. His grandmother always prayed to God and prayed to Buddha, and always did strange things, but it turned out to be really effective. He didn't know the reason, until one year during the Spring Festival, a corner of what should have been a dull day was lifted, and there was another life hidden underneath that he didn't know about.
Fireworks and human beings rush back and forth. I wonder if he is still the same person.
First person perspective
Written on a whim, without thinking, just take a look
I don't know what ghosts and gods attacked x the righteous police officers
Intention: Smooth wind and smooth water to the God of Wealth