With the arrival of the New Year, firecracker sounds could be heard everywhere outside, usually set off by children in random, sporadic bursts.
Many children were playing wildly in the street, some skating, others engaging in ice games. It was bustling with activity.
Su Xiaowan, carrying Niu Niu on her back and with Xiao Xuan tailing behind, decided to take a stroll in order to experience the ambiance of the Spring Festival from this era.
Observing smoke lazily rising from each household's stovepipe, and hearing the sounds of laughter and merriment all around, she realized she hadn't witnessed the quintessential spirit of the New Year for many years.
After a walk around, she headed home with her little ones. When they ran into elders from the neighborhood, Su Xiaowan always respectfully wished them a happy New Year.
After Su Xiaowan returned home with the children, unbeknownst to her, a man was secretly gazing at her retreating figure from a hidden corner.
