Zhou Mo: "When you finish playing, what should we play?"

She took her hand out of Han Chen's hand, pushed him, and urged: "Go and order it, hurry up, if you don't order it, Song Yan will finish it."

Song Yan was already tired from resting and wished she could take a rest.

He handed the lighter to Han Chen, "Here you go."

Han Chen: "I have."

Song Yan snorted softly, "I can't tell, you are still a smoker."

Han Chen: "I bought it today. I don't have it on weekdays."

"Who are you lying to?" Song Yan didn't believe it. Instead, he complained to Zhou Mo and said, "Your husband should be taken care of. You don't even have to draft a lie."

Zhou Mo smiled and said nothing.

Han Chen can't lie.

He can smoke, but has no craving for cigarettes.

Thinking that today's selection results made him feel uncomfortable, he took advantage of cigarettes to relieve his sorrow.

Zhou Mo didn't care.

Han Chen has always been very restrained, and it is rare for him to indulge once and it will not cause any problems.

He walked over to the box of fireworks that Song Yan had placed in a pile of confetti that had been set off before he could set them off.

He bent down, took out his lighter, lit the fuse, and quickly moved away.

The fuse burned sizzlingly, and a few seconds later, a new round of "whoosh" sounds came one after another.

Because we were so close, the sound seemed much louder than when we looked across the lake.

It was a bit noisy, so Zhou Mo covered her ears and looked up at the colorful sky.

Han Chen walked behind her, took off her hand, and used his hand to cover her ears.

Zhou Mo looked back at him.

The two looked at each other with happy and tender smiles in their eyes.

When he was a child, Han Chen was set off with fireworks and firecrackers by his brothers who he played with when he was a child.

Now the person who can still accompany him to set off fireworks has become Zhou Mo.

She didn't mind that he was already over thirty and still had his childlike innocence.

She just mentioned it once and remembered it in her heart.

How could he not be moved by such a warm and touching gesture.

"Momo, Happy New Year," he let go of her right ear, leaned into her ear and whispered, "And... I love you."

Zhou Mo turned around, stood on tiptoes, lay next to his ear, and whispered: "I love you too."

At that time, the largest cluster of fireworks went up to the sky and exploded with a "bang". The fireworks filled the sky with a sizzling sound, leaving the most beautiful gesture in the sky.

At this time, they became the most beautiful fireworks in each other's eyes.

Here, Zhou Mo and Han Chen looked like they were in a quarrel with each other.

Over there, Song Yan was alone. He couldn't bear to watch the scene of dog abuse, so he went to sit in the car next to him.

On a very cold day, someone would freeze to death.

I don't know what I'm trying to do.

Maybe... I just thought that this was the best place to show off my love and watch the ceremony.

After all, no one wants to see their best friend finally get married.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Mo, saying that he would take the first step and let them play with the remaining fireworks without disturbing them.

Through the car window, he saw Zhou Mo lowering his head to look at his phone, then raising his eyes.

Song Yan lowered the car window and waved to Zhou Mo and Han Chen, "Let's go."

After saying goodbye, he drove away.

Just when Zhou Mo was about to step forward and say a few words of thanks, Song Yan ran away as fast as a scud, giving her no chance.

She had no choice but to send him a message on her mobile phone.

Thanks.

Zhou Mo sincerely thanked Song Yan for his help.

He helped find the venue, bought the fireworks, and worked as a coolie to set off the fireworks for her.

Having friends like this is enough for this life.

"Do you want to let go? I'll teach you?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo put away his phone, "Okay, but I really don't dare. When we used to set off fireworks for energy conservation, my dad would set them off, and my mom and I would watch from a distance."

Han Chen: "It's okay, I'll take you with me."

Song Yan bought many styles and types of fireworks, including those in boxes, handheld ones, and the fairy wands that little girls love to play with.

Han Chen pulled out the fairy stick and asked, "Have you ever played with this?"

Zhou Mo shook his head.

Han Chen was surprised: "You haven't played this before?"

Zhou Mo: "I really haven't played with fireworks before. I've only been exposed to fireworks during the Chinese New Year. My family usually sets off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and fireworks are occasionally set off. Later, the city banned fireworks, how can I have the opportunity to play with these? And... isn't this the favorite thing for boys to play?

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Han Chen: "I thought you and... were fine, I'll let you play."

Zhou Mo smiled and looked forward to it: "Yeah."

Han Chen opened the package, took out two sticks from inside, lit one with a lighter, and instantly the flowers flew everywhere.

He pointed the other one at the fulcrum, and within a few seconds, the other one also ignited.

One in each hand, he handed the fairy stick in his hand to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo was afraid that flying sparks would burn him.

"It's okay, it's not hot," Han Chen walked up behind Zhou Mo, wrapped his arms around her, and handed it to her.

Zhou Mo took it carefully and found that the sparks did not burn people. She took one in one hand and shook it in the air.

It's really fun.

"Give me two more, I'll take four at a time," Zhou Mo started to get greedy.

Han Chen gave her some.

I used to think that these things are interesting only when you play them by yourself, not watching others play them.

Now I realize that it is most interesting to be with the person you love.

With two in each hand, Zhou Mo ran to a cleaner place and said to Han Chen, "Take a photo for me."

Han Chen took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of her.

"Don't use the death angle, please give me a better picture." Zhou Mo warned.

Han Chen didn't know how to take pictures, and he didn't know what the angle of death was. He was afraid of making mistakes, so he found several angles and took several more pictures.

After it was over, Zhou Mo trotted over to take a look.

Han Chen handed the screen to her.

"good."

"You are so beautiful, no matter how you take pictures, you will look good."

Zhou Mo chuckled, "You are getting better and better now."

"What will happen?"

"You can talk. You can tell me nice things."

"Do you like to hear it?"

"Of course I like to listen," Zhou Mo said, "Not only do I like to listen, I also want you to talk more."

"Okay, I'll talk more about it later."

It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to play with fireworks so unscrupulously, but they seized this opportunity to have a good time.

Song Yan bought enough.

The two of them worked on it one after another for three hours.

After finishing, they notified the staff here to come over for inspection and explained that the cost of garbage disposal will be included in the total cost and will be settled together later.

The two hugged each other and returned to the small villa.

Han Chen hugged Zhou Mo and didn't want to let go, "It cost a lot of money, didn't it? You, a little miser, are so thoughtful to waste money on me like this."

"Don't waste it," Zhou Mo said with a smile: "If I buy a smile from you, I won't lose anything."

Han Chen: "It seems I will have to smile more in the future."

Zhou Mo: "Okay, as long as you laugh, it doesn't matter how much I spend."

Her tone was as arrogant as an uncle's.

It seems like he didn't earn the money.

Maybe...the so-called wool comes from the sheep, right?

However, if Zhou Mo is happy, he is happy, and it doesn't matter.

Let her be an uncle for once.
Chapter completed!