The fireworks were finally over, and the sound of children playing could be heard from outside the courtyard wall. They were comparing how much red packet money their elders had given them and what new clothes they would wear tomorrow. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the smell of the new year was too strong.
Tang Ji 'an wasn't a person who liked festivals. After all, he had always been mature, and his childhood and youth had been too miserable. He really didn't feel anything for this kind of Family Festival.
At this moment, as he looked at mu Mian holding the red packet he gave her and smiling, he felt that, well, the feeling of celebrating a Festival seemed pretty good.
Mu Mian looked up and smiled at him. thank you for the red packet. I'll spend it well.
Tang Ji 'an raised his eyebrows,' spend it well? Didn't you treasure it?"
Mu Mian glanced at him and said,'didn't you give me money to spend? You have to treasure the gift properly."
