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The crackling of firecrackers echoed from the end of the long street; in front of every household, long poles adorned with strings of firecrackers were hung, and shredded red paper fluttered to the ground.
Crimson Mountain swayed its neck, extending its tongue to lick off the bits of paper at the corner of its mouth.
The lingering smell of sulfur in the air made it sneeze continuously, and without noticing, its face got plastered with several pieces of New Year greeting paper.
At the entrance of the Yang Mansion, Xu Zishuai aimlessly kicked at the scraps of paper while occasionally gazing down the street and saw Liang Qu approaching on horseback, shouting loudly.
"Ashui! You agreed to be here by the hour of You, why are you just on time?"
Liang Qu dismounted: "I was held up by something this afternoon, delayed for a bit, has everyone else arrived?"
