Chu Qingzhi looked at him, amused, "Next year we'll make more, okay?"
Chu Xuanyu nodded eagerly, then turned to Chu Qingzhi with anticipation, "Sister, can we cook more sausages for dinner tonight?"
Chu Qingzhi smiled, "Sure, go get them."
"I'm on it." Chu Xuanyu cheerfully headed to the old house to fetch the sausages and then ran to the kitchen, soaking them in water to be steamed later.
Chu Qingzhi, with a smile, turned back to the house.
…
New Year's Eve.
Firecrackers sounded in unison, and old talismans were replaced with new.
Chu Qingzhi opened the window, took a deep breath of the outside air, and felt refreshed to her core.
Snow had fallen the night before, covering everything in a blanket of white, with a frozen expanse stretching miles around.
Shuang'er flew to the windowsill, "Qingzhi, Happy New Year's Eve!"
