new year?

Fang Chen was slightly stunned. It’s been another year so soon?

After thinking about it carefully, it has been thirty-eight years since he came to this world.

In the twenty-three years BC, he worked in the Daxia army, dealing with Qingsong, Longdu and other countries. During the Chinese New Year, even if he had no family, he still had brothers and sisters.

In the next ten years, there were twelve years like a lonely ghost, and two years spent on this boat.

"I'm about to go to fourteen. This is the age of my previous life. I work hard and maybe I've already brought my grandson."

Fang Chen laughed at himself.

For foundation-building monks, the age of thirty or forty is like the age of a mortal.

Time cannot leave any trace on Fang Chen's face.

When I opened the quiet room, the building boat was covered with red lanterns, snowflakes all over the sky fell gently, and countless songs and laughter were floating.
Chapter completed!