'Bang... clang clang clang…'
Outside the window, heavy fireworks reverberated in succession. Half the sky was consumed in hazy smoke, and the air was heavy with the smell of gunpowder.
The sky was full of various colors, livelier even than the New Year's celebration, but the noise was as frightful as an airplane bombing.
Lin Xiangwan pulled the curtain shut, her hand shaking as she held the phone, negotiating with the people outside. "We're not moving! If you dare, demolish this house right now!"
"You think we don't dare? Let me tell you, if you don't move, we'll bring in a gas cylinder and light it up in your home!"
"Come on, if you don't, it means you're not your father's sons! And when that happens, I'll make sure we all go down together!" Lin Xiangwan challenged.
"Shut the fuck up!" The man on the phone was so angry he wanted to hit someone.
