New Year’s Eve

Old Man Jian burst into laughter. Tears streamed down his face as he laughed, and he sighed. "I've had a good life, but I pity Erlang. He hasn't had a good life since he was born. I couldn't even afford to buy meat on the day he joined the army."

Everyone's hearts felt heavy at the mention of Erlang Jian, and Xiao Ye even began to cry silently.

Two years ago, Great Wei and the neighboring countries started a war. Every family had to recruit one male. The Jian Family had two males, and Old Man Jian did not want any of them to go. No matter how unwilling they were, one of them still had to go.

Old Man Jian asked them to draw lots, the last one to go was Jian Erlang. Xiao Ye was only three years old at the time, and he cried so hard that his heart was breaking. Less than half a year later, the news of Jian Erlang's death came, and Xiao Ye's mother could not bear the blow and followed him to her death.