Inside the Beijing Ciji Monastery…
Because it was the Lantern Festival, people from all walks of life would return to normal work soon. Many people came to pray and wish for a new year of smooth-sailing in their careers.
The sky was bright. Sunlight shone through the old branches and landed on the crisscrossed red fortune slip hanging on the branches of the trees. The red light reflected off them was dazzling and breathtaking.
"Third Uncle, don't you understand the lot?" Huai Sheng was helping to greet the pilgrims. Seeing Fu Chen holding the lot and not moving for a long time, he couldn't help asking.
"I was distracted when I was asking for the lot. I'm going to ask for another one."
"Okay."
Huai Sheng had followed the Huang family back to his hometown. It had been more than three months since they last met. He had grown taller, but he had also become dark and thin. His sick older brother had left on the ninth day of the first lunar month.
