Jiangnan.
Deep winter.
It was New Year's Eve.
The paper cuts on the window grilles and the big red Fu characters were everywhere.
Lanterns were hung in a string and filled the streets. Women were chatting and laughing with each other, men were talking loudly in restaurants, and children were running and chasing. People seemed to be living in a golden age of singing and dancing, completely unaware that this was the beginning of a great calamity.
"Ah!"
Su Tian suddenly jumped up in shock.
It turned out that the sound of firecrackers had suddenly exploded in the corner of the wall, and sparks were jumping in the air.
Xia Ji patted her delicate shoulder. " It's okay. It's just firecrackers. "
Only then did Su Tian heave a sigh of relief. She quickly stood on the other side of Xia Ji, looking as if she was cherishing her life and staying away from firecrackers.
After walking for a while.
Miss Su Tian exclaimed again,
“欸？What's that?"
