"Brother, the New Year is here."

Zhou Tian’s lesson.

new year?

Fang Chen was slightly startled, it's been another year so soon?

If you think about it carefully, it has been thirty-eight years since he came to this world.

In the first twenty-three years, he was in the Daxia army, traveling around Qingsong, Longdu and other countries. During the Chinese New Year, even if he did not have any family members around him, he would still have brothers and sisters.

In the following ten years, twelve of them were like a lonely ghost, and two of them were spent on this boat.

"I'm going to be four soon. If I put this age in my previous life, if I work hard, I might already have a grandson."

Fang Chen laughed to himself.

For a foundation-building monk, the age of thirty or forty is like the weakest years among mortals.

Time cannot leave the slightest trace on Fang Chen's face.

When the quiet room was opened, red lanterns were hung all over the building, snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, and countless songs and laughter floated in.
Chapter completed!