Xisha

In the fifth year of Qiyou's life, in the winter, snowflakes were falling, and it was as peaceful as ever. There was a thatched house in Hehua Village. The house was very small, with only a few basic furniture and two beds, floating alone in the cold wind. It seemed to have been built in a hurry. It was very simple. Inside, there was an old man with white hair lying on the wooden bed. He was as breathless and as skinny as firewood, but his bones showed that he was still old, and he could vaguely see that he was a talented person in his youth. At this time, a young man led a group of people into the village and went straight to the old man's house...