Early one morning, the crackling noise of firecrackers jolted Xu Qingfan awake from his sleep.
He got out of bed, stretched lazily, his New Year's clothing already laid out by his pillow the night before, a British style shirt and wool clothes.
Once he put on the matching trench coat and leather shoes, he had to admit, he looked pretty handsome.
After getting dressed and leaving his room, he saw the little yellow dog, who had somehow snuck under a stool, shivering.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm~" Xu Qingfan crouched down and clapped his hands to tease the dog, which was about to come out when it darted back under upon hearing more firecrackers.
"Xiao Fan, come here, Happy New Year!" His grandmother, plucking chicken feathers with hot water at the door, heard the noise and pulled out a red envelope from her pocket to give to him,
"Happy New Year, Grandma." Xu Qingfan reached out to take the red envelope.
