Xiaobao was hugged by Zhuo Yao and asked with tears in his eyes: "Ah, have you ever been in danger?"

Zhuo Yao smiled with red eyes and said, "There are no so many dangers, don't be afraid!" After that, he secretly rubbed his face with his sleeve.

How can there be no danger? When the young men went to the river to take a bath, they also compared who had more scars on their bodies. Which one had no scars? Who is not a survivor of the battlefield?

Maybe it was because the master sang for them, maybe it was because the master's songs had entered their hearts, and they felt that the master was no longer the master, but their... family.

Perhaps, it is closer than the family. The family will have expectations and demands for them, but the master does not.

In fact, they are looking forward to it. They hope to live a stable life and no longer wander; they hope to see more and more worldly life with their masters.

Chu Qing saw that everyone was excited, and some people were sad, so he quickly ordered: "Cook dumplings!"

Xiaobao also came to his senses: "Let's set off firecrackers!"

This year, there were a lot of firecrackers prepared. Zhuo Yao did not agree to buy too many, saying that it was too expensive, and firing firecrackers was simply a burning money, and Baijiaxing also thought so.

Chu Qing said: "We work hard to make money, just to achieve 'freedom of firing' during the Chinese New Year!"

Look, not everyone is happy now? The young men cheered like Xiaobao, and even Mr. Nie's old mother came out to watch the fun. Her eyes were filled with wishes for the future.

Chu Qing's ears seemed to be closed, she seemed to be unable to hear the noise of people. Looking at the excitement crowd, the sparks kept flashing, and the pungent smell of gunpowder seemed to disappear...

She saw her husband lighting fireworks with her son, and her son looked up at the bright flowers in the air; she saw her husband putting gloves on her son; she saw her son jumping cheerfully; she also saw herself, checking the fireworks in the box, and picking out all the twists to make her son ignite the fire in a while...

Can't go back.

I supported everyone and led everyone to eat dumplings, and the time passed.

The new year is still here.

Chu Qing took Xiaobao back to the room to sleep. The young men continued to play without having enough fun, and continued to chat if they didn't have enough fun.

After washing Xiaobao, Xiaobao obediently climbed onto the kang, closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became even and slow.

Chu Qing covered up the candlelight, brought the door, and went back to his room.

There is no sleepiness, only sadness.

He picked up a small jar of wine in the corner of the wall, patted the mud seal, and then held the jar and started drinking.

In the candlelight, she seemed to see her husband hanging clothes lazily, and she put her clothes on the hanger without shaking it flat;

I saw myself dismantling the quilt and scolding me: "It's shaken open! Otherwise, I'll be fucked and wrinkled, how many times I've said it, why can't I remember?"

When I saw my husband talking back, I said it was okay: "Anyway, you have to iron it if you do it. Why don't you do that now?"

Seeing his son laughing, he said, "I am the one who eats melons!"

Tears fell, blurring the candlelight and blurring the past. It was like a dream, trapped by nightmare and could not struggle.

Before he knew it, Chu Qing sang while drinking:

"You are the wind that I can't touch

A dream that cannot wake up

An unfinished paradise

The pain is not cured

Can't lit cigarettes

Can't loosen hands

I can't forget so-and-so

You are the wind I can't find

The red crying endlessly

Take care of yourself indescribable

Can't survive winter

Can't help laughing

Can't finish drinking wine

Unhealed wounds

If you don't

Enter my life

Say all love to me

I won't

In your arms

I think love can last forever

If you don't

Forgot me completely

I'll think of me occasionally

Then my heart

Just torture it

Abandon everything and let it go

You are the wind I can't find

The red crying endlessly

Take care of yourself indescribable

Can't survive winter

Can't help laughing

Can't finish drinking wine

Unhealed wounds

If you don't

Forgot me completely

I'll think of me occasionally

Then my heart

Just torture it

Abandon everything and let it go

You are the wind I can't find

The red crying endlessly

Take care of yourself indescribable

Can't survive winter

Can't help laughing

Can't finish drinking wine

The wound that cannot be healed...how painful!"

As the two vague words were spoken out at the end, Chu Qing lay on the table and was drunk.

Xiaobao stood quietly outside Chu Qing's door, bursting into tears.

Outside the window, Baijiaxing and Chu Yuan also stood quietly. They didn't know what was wrong with their master, but they seemed to hear the sadness, pain, and... despair in their master's heart.

The new year has begun.

Early in the morning, even though his eyes were still swollen, Chu Qing got up early. Today, everyone will come to pay New Year's greetings.

The red envelopes were prepared. Each person had only a copper plate, a symbolic New Year's money, and a steel hoist pendant. This is the logo of the Baofu Group, with their names engraved on it.

The gourd, blessing and fortune, represents Chu Qing’s blessing to them.

With this steel hoist, it means that it is a member of Baolu Group.

However, several people in charge, Chu Qing each prepared an extra bamboo-style dipping fountain pen. There was a relief pattern on the top of the hat, which was a circle with the word "bao". It can be used as a seal.

To lead the team, you must be the same as leading the team. The manager's status must be established. Only when someone leads the boys can Chu Qing better "expand the territory".

Xiaobao rushed in first, his eyes were a little swollen. Before Chu Qing could find out, he rushed in and knelt down to Chu Qing: "Mom! A good New Year! Now you depend on you, and in the future, Xiaobao will rely on you when he grows up!"

Chu Qing's eyes turned red again, so he quickly pulled Xiaobao up and gave Xiaobao a New Year gift - a sheep-scissored waist bag. It was milky white, furry, and also outlined the nose, eyes, and ears with embroidery thread. It was the word "king" on it. This was a tiger-head waist bag specially prepared for Xiaobao.

"Okay! Thank you, mom! I wish you to be fat, strong, and have a great body in the new year!" Chu Qing said with a smile.

Then twenty "elders" came in and, under the leadership of Baijiaxing, bowed to Chu Qing. Chu Qing did not let them kowtow, for nothing else, but was just a pure discomfort.

Baijiaxing took the lead and said: "Boss, I hope you can do everything you think of in the new year!"
To be continued...