At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, people started setting off firecrackers sporadically. When the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala started at midnight, the whole city was almost completely drowned by the sound of firecrackers.
All kinds of fireworks exploded in the sky, and the whole night seemed to be lit.
Yan Xixi had been standing on the terrace watching the fireworks set off by others.
There was no floor heating on the terrace, so she still stood barefoot and didn't feel cold.
In the past, she hated the sound of firecrackers the most, which resounded all night and made people sleepless.
However, this year, she hopes that the sound of firecrackers will not stop - tonight, she will not be able to sleep at all.
However, perhaps due to the economic downturn, this year's firecrackers did not ring until dawn like in previous years. By about two o'clock in the morning, they became completely sparse. Later, there was almost no sound at all.
Ordinary people are gradually unwilling to spend money on these unnecessary things.
Yan Xixi was very disappointed and kept looking at her phone. She only received two blessing text messages, one from Xu Xiaoya and one from an unknown number. She probably sent it to the wrong number.
Late at night.
Occasionally there was a sporadic sound of firecrackers, and then everything was silent.
Nuoda's house was immersed in the darkness before dawn, lonely and gloomy.
Wang Donglin took the key to open the door and walked in quietly.
There was no light or sound in Nuoda's house. All the workers had gone home for the holidays and celebrated the New Year. The house was lifeless and lifeless.
There were no traces of meals on the dining table.
Looking at the living room again, there are no traces of New Year's goods in the living room.
He didn't turn on the light and looked up upstairs. There was no sound from upstairs. It seemed that there was no one at all.
But he still walked upstairs, quietly.
I quietly opened the bedroom door, and with my eyes adapted to the darkness, I could clearly see that there was no one on the bed. The room was empty.
He sneered. Sure enough, he still couldn't bear the loneliness.
After closing the door and going out, he suddenly stopped when he reached the corner.
In the silent night, there was a faint cry, low and vague, like a ghost wailing sadly in the dark night.
He was shocked and reached out to turn on the light.
The cry was very far away.
It was in the corner of the Rose Terrace, ghostly.
He strode over and saw Yan Xixi holding her knees with both hands and her head buried in her knees. Her thin shoulders were trembling slightly. It was obvious that she had been here for an unknown period of time.
Suddenly stimulated by the light, she hurriedly buried her head in her sleeves and wiped it desperately. When she raised her head, she was so stimulated by the strong light that she could not open her eyes.
She never dreamed that anyone would come!
How could someone break in at this time?
Wang Donglin stared at her intently.
"Yan Xixi, what are you doing here?"
She slowly opened her eyes and forced a smile, but was unable to do so. She hurriedly spread her hair down, covering most of her face.
Wang Donglin stared at her eyes that were as red and swollen as peaches. After a while, he picked her up. When he touched her hand, he found that her hand was surprisingly cold.
Yan Xixian winced and looked at the time. It was already past four in the morning.
The rich men returned to the golden house to watch the toys and laugh and relax. But now it was better. He came back quietly and saw her crying alone in the middle of the night.
In the past, she always greeted him with a smile.
This is the first time!
No one wants to hear crying in the early morning of the first day of the new year - rich people have many taboos. They think it is bad luck and will make the year bad.
