Both Guo Village and Bali Gully are rural areas. Since Li Yinfeng married into Bali Gully, she hadn't seen the lively celebration of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month for many years. Hearing the sound of gongs and drums on the street, she was already restless and seemed more eager to go out than Zhang Xiaohua.
On the contrary, the eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaohua sat there calmly with a smile.
No need to rush, his spiritual sense had already gone out long before.
But the fact that he sat so steadily unconsciously elevated other people's esteem for him. Look at him, a child who seemed to have mixed well in the big city. Not many could rival his composure.
Seeing that it was about time and everyone was full, Old Shopkeeper Li got up and led everyone to the street with Manager Yu. They followed the crowd, appreciating the lanterns on both sides of the street.
