At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, people started to set off firecrackers in sporadic orders. By the time the countdown to midnight of the Spring Festival Gala began, the entire city was almost completely submerged by the sound of firecrackers.
Various fireworks exploded in the sky, and the whole night seemed to be ignited.
Yan Xixi kept standing on the terrace and watching the fireworks set off by others.
There was no floor heating on the terrace, and she was still standing barefoot and didn't feel cold.
In the past, she hated the sound of firecrackers the most, which resounded throughout the night and made people insomnia.
But this year, she hopes that the sound of firecrackers will not stop - tonight, she can't fall asleep at all.
However, perhaps due to the economic downturn, the sound of firecrackers this year did not reach dawn as in the previous years. By around 2 a.m., it was completely sparse. Later, there was almost no sound.
The people are gradually unwilling to spend money on these meaningless things.
Yan Xixi was very disappointed and kept looking at her phone. She only received two blessing messages, one from Xu Xiaoya and the other from an unfamiliar number. She probably sent the wrong number.
It's late at night.
Occasionally, there were sporadic sounds of firecrackers, and then everything was silent.
The huge room was immersed in the darkness before dawn, lonely and gloomy.
Wang Donglin took the key and opened the door and walked in quietly.
There was no light or any sound in the huge room. All the workers went home for the New Year on holiday, and the room was lifeless and unpopular.
There are no signs of dining on the dining table.
I looked at the living room again, and there were no traces of New Year’s goods in the living room.
He didn't turn on the lights, looked up at the upstairs, and there was no sound on the upstairs. It seemed that there was no one at all.
But he still walked upstairs, with his hands and feet lightly.
I quietly pushed open the bedroom door and adapted to the dark eyes to see clearly - there was no one on the bed. The room was empty.
He sneered, but he still couldn't stand the loneliness.
I closed the door and went out, and just arrived at the corner, I suddenly stopped.
In the quiet night, there was a faint crying sound, low, as if there were, as if a ghost was making a sad cry in the dark night.
He was shocked and reached out to press the light.
The crying sounds are very far away.
It was in the corner of the rose terrace, like a ghost.
He strode over and saw Yan Xixi holding her knees with her hands, burying her head on her knees, and her thin shoulders were shaking slightly. Obviously, she didn't know how long it had been here.
Suddenly she was stimulated by the lights, and she hurriedly buried her head on her sleeve and wiped her desperately. She raised her head, but was so stimulated by the strong light that she couldn't open her eyes.
She never dreamed that someone would come!
How could anyone break in at this time?
Wang Donglin stared at her.
"Yan Xixi, what are you doing here?"
She slowly opened her eyes and barely tried to squeeze out a smile, but she was helpless and hurriedly dissipated her hair, covering most of her face.
Wang Donglin stared at her eyes that were already swollen as red as peaches. After a while, he picked her up and touched her hand, he found that her hands were astonishingly cold.
Yan shrank slightly and looked at the time. It was already past four o'clock in the morning.
The rich men returned to the golden house, originally to relax to watch the toys, but now they are better. He quietly came back and saw her crying alone in the middle of the night.
In the past, she greeted him with a smile.
This is the first time!
No one wants to hear a cry in the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year - rich people are very taboo, they think this is bad luck and will make the year go wrong.