The moment the firecrackers went off, the little ball of meat started to cry and weep. How could there not be firecrackers on New Year's Eve? Luo Qianqian stayed with the meatball, looking helpless. Just what would the whole day and night of crying turn into?
"Qianqian, quickly bring your sister out," Luo Shufan shouted loudly from the yard.
Dressing the meatball in her clothes, Luo Qianqian walked into the yard, "What is it?"
"Take a look," he said, pointing to the cardboard box in front of him.
"A puppy? Where did it come from?" Luo Qianqian was startled to see the white puppy curled up in an old sweater, shivering.
"I was playing over there just now," Luo Shufan pointed in the direction of the street. "Then I saw something moving in the trash, so I picked it up. The cardboard box is what the milk carton was emptied from, and the old sweater I found in the pile of unwanted clothes from the back room."
