Day 4.

On this day, fireworks were set off. The Mi Mansion purchased a large number of fireworks. At night, all the people in the Mi Mansion, including the servants, were setting off fireworks.

Looking down at Jingshao County from a high altitude, every street and every house has bright fireworks released.

The fireworks that emerged from the sky illuminate the starry sky, and the fireworks released from close range illuminate the faces of people around them.

No matter whether this year is happy or sad, or whether it is comfortable or difficult, at this moment, the family is reunited and feel the warmth of the fireworks in the palm of their hands. The bright fireworks reflected on their eyes, illuminating the heart and dispelling the unhappiness of the past year.

Qing Wangquan also felt this atmosphere in his previous life, but as he grew older and had distant relationships with his elders, his peers did not have the same longing as when they were young, and the atmosphere gradually faded.

Qing Wangquan remembers that in his previous life, he watched a video. In a city, every household released fireworks, and the streets and alleys were illuminated by fireworks. He could feel the happy atmosphere at that time in the video, but he could not feel it at all when he grew up.

Moreover, at that time, the food and food were also rich, but now the lights and wine cannot fill the inner emptiness.

Now he felt the atmosphere at that time again. Happiness can be conveyed. The happiness of two people is not one plus one equals two, and the happiness of a group of people is not simple addition and subtraction, which is exponential.

When setting off the fireworks, Mi Peilan also made some jokes. She got a dumb firework and was sprayed with a look of ashes.

But Mi Peilan didn't cry, and smiled silly, revealing a touch of white teeth.

The fifth day is the official New Year.

On this day, the chefs of the Mi Mansion were very busy. They prepared a table of dishes with auspicious meanings, and also prepared a table of dishes for the people of the Mi Mansion.

The dining table was very lively, and the dishes on the table were finished in two quarters of an hour.

After dinner, we have to go to bed early today because the elders are going to wait for the younger generation to fall asleep? Put the red envelope under the younger generation's pillows? Treat it as New Year's money.

Qing Wangquan returned to the room early and lay on the bed to cover it with a quilt.

At night? Several waves of people came? They were all elders of the Mi Mansion. They put the red envelopes next to the pillow of Qingwangquan? They whispered blessings in their mouths.

The blessings of the elders of the Mi family went smoothly, but when it came to Mi Bei? Mi Bei wanted to speak in a low voice? But she couldn't help but cough, but in order not to wake up Qingwangquan, she forced herself to do so.

Finally, after saying the blessings, he walked to the door? Mibei dared to cough loudly.

Mibei is the second one to send blessings? Qingwangquan waited until his elders finished saying the blessings, so he got up and cooked a bowl of ginger soup. Mibei was afraid of bitterness and spicyness, Qingwangquan added red dates to it.

He brought the medicine soup to Mibei's door and approached the door. He heard Mibei's coughing sound, and Qing Wangquan knocked on the door.

"Who?" Mibe's hoarse voice rang.

"Is it me? Wang Quan." Qing Wang Quan replied.

"Wang Quan, come in." Mibei's voice revealed a happy mood.

Qingwangquan opened the door? Seeing Mibei lying in the quilt, her lips turned pale? Seeing Qingwangquan enter the door? Mibei hurriedly got up? But Qingwangquan quickly pressed back.

Qing Wangquan raised his pillow and squeezed the bedding inward.

"I made a bowl of ginger soup." Qing Wangquan picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, blew it at his mouth, and fed it to Mibei for drink.

Mibei took a sip and said in surprise: "Sweet, although a little spicy, ahem!"

"Speak less and let your throat rest more. Do you want to hear the story?" said Qing Wangquan.

"Yeah!" Mibei pointed his head heavily.

"What story do you listen to?" Qing Wangquan has read a lot of stories recently and learned a lot of stories.

"Shu Feng's sweet life." Mibei smiled.

"..." Qing Wangquan said that he had never heard of it.

"There is a storybook there." Mibei stretched out his little hand and pointed to the bookshelf.

Qing Wangquan stuffed Mibei's hand back into the quilt, walked to the bookshelf, and took down a book titled "Shu Feng's Sweet Life".

After roughly turning it over, it was about a woman who was originally very happy, but was deceived by a scumbag, abandoned her husband and son, and went to the county town with the scumbag.

Then he lived a life worse than death, was abused by scumbags, and he also acted as a tool to make money and serve other men.

After enduring this kind of life for three years, Shu Feng killed the scumbag and committed suicide himself.

After committing suicide, Shu Feng returned to five years ago. At that time, her honest husband was still there, and her children were still there, and life was beautiful.

The story focuses on Shu Feng's beautiful life after he was reborn, but at the end, the author of the storytelling said that the sweet life afterwards is a memory, the memories before death, the real Shu Feng was dead at the moment of hanging.

"I haven't finished reading this book yet, I have seen the tenth chapter. Xiao Quanquan, read it to me." Mibei said with a smile.

Qing Wangquan remembered the story in his mind, and while feeding ginger soup, he read the story to Mibei.

Although Qingwangquan's voice is not as broadcasting, Qingwangquan's voice is very magnetic. In addition, in order to make Mibei feel comfortable, Qingwangquan has incorporated emotions.

The story is not long. The ancient scripts were basically about tens of thousands of words, but this book only had less than ten thousand words.

At the end of the story, Qing Wangquan did not say it was a memory, but only talked about Shu Feng living a happy life, his husband stayed with him until he was old, and his descendants were everywhere, and the family was happy.

"Fortunately she had a chance to come back again, Xiao Quanquan. Sometimes I wondered if I practiced Kung Fu, would Nan Tian not die? I worked hard with him and lived together, and my health was not so unsatisfactory. Before I gave birth to Yingjie, I would have fallen into the root of the disease.

Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t spend much time with Nantian. I didn’t know what Nantian was doing, so Nantian died.” Mibei was depressed.

"Actually, I have modified that story a little. The woman named Shu Feng had a dream before she died. She didn't have the chance to do it again."

"ah!"

Qing Wangquan turned the script to the last page and let Mibei finish reading it.

"How can the writer of this story? Shu Feng is already pitiful enough. No, I want to find the writer of the story story to modify the ending." After reading it, Mibei pouted, very dissatisfied.

She has put all her emotions into it, and she ends up like this.

"When you are well, go find that writer and have a good rest now." Qing Wangquan said.

"Xiao Quanquan, I like the ending you said for the first time. Why did you suddenly tell me such a sad ending?" Mibei was tearful and very dissatisfied with jpg.

"Didn't I think you're unbalanced?"

"I have no imbalance. I hope Shufeng is happy, I hope everyone is happy." Mibei said seriously.

"Then why did I say she was happy, but you became sad?"

"This is not...Isn't this arousing a feeling..."

"Then I will cut off your feelings so that it will not be sent."

"How can this be done? The emotions that have finally brewed."

"This kind of emotion will fall out when it encounters it, and what else will be brewing?"

"Oh, okay, then I'm going to listen to other stories."

Qingwang Quan thought about it and read sweet articles. Mibei would feel the same way. When he read the abuse articles, Mibei would feel the same way.

Then read Journey to the West, the authentic version of Journey to the West, not the version of Supreme Treasure and Fairy Zixia.

With the thought of the Supreme Treasure and Fairy Zixia, Mibei will cry all night today.

Sure enough, when I recited Journey to the West, although there was no emotional factor, Mibei became a curious baby.

Why does a monkey pop out of the stone?

Buddha Tathagata pressed Sun Wukong with his palm, so wouldn’t he have one hand missing?

Light king's death fish eyes jpg.

Mibe coughed and said less, but Mibe said she couldn't curb her curiosity.

So Qingwangquan could only tell ghost stories, and the ghost stories worked very well. Mibei was trembling when she heard it and wrapped herself in a quilt.

"I will continue to recite if I don't sleep," said Qing Wangquan.

"I sleep! I sleep! Xiao Quanquan stop telling stories!" Mibei covered her head with a quilt and shivered under the quilt.

Qingwangquan did not tell stories, blew out the lights, moved a wooden chair, put it to the edge of the bed, hummed a song, and coaxed Mibei to sleep.
Chapter completed!