On a certain year, month, and day.
Bianjing City was tranquil and peaceful.
The crescent moon on the eastern horizon illuminated the vermillion doors of palaces and the dilapidated inns.
Some mumbled in gentle dreams.
Some stayed awake all night.
Cold moonlight sprinkled over the courtyard of Wutai, where a hunched figure with hands behind, looked up at the starry sky.
Eighty years in a lifetime, at this moment, countless memories gently flashed through his mind.
.....
Creak, creak—
A street vendor pushed a wheelbarrow, huffing and creaking as he walked forward.
He woke up half an hour earlier than yesterday, firmly believing he could get a good spot this time.
As soon as he reached the Ministry of Rites entrance, the vendor was surrounded by a bustling crowd.
"Do you have grilled meat in bread?"
"Do you have multi-grain pancakes?"
"Rice noodles, intestinal noodles, hot and sour noodles?"
"Pulled noodles, knife-cut noodles, hot dried noodles?"
