C518 Snow-treading Visit

At the foot of the Snow Peak Mountain, there stood a lonely house. In these years, it was rare to see any wooden ancestral house, as though the house had been worn out for a very long time, two dust covered wind lamps hung on the doors of the houses, and following the unceasing creaking of the cold wind, the two doors that looked bigger than a house were tightly closed. The faint light seeped out