The New Year arrived as scheduled, and the sound of firecrackers crackled outside. When it was time for dinner, Qin Guanglin hung a bundle on the door outside, lit it, and ran back into the house to close the door.
Bang bang pop pop.
The year was considered wrapped up.
"Ah, another year has just flown past; it feels like it disappeared in the blink of an eye..."
After settling down, Qin's Mom remarked while looking at the dumplings on the table.
Why is it just the two of them celebrating the New Year again?
Why is it still just the two of them?
She couldn't help feeling anxious. To her, twenty-five was a dividing line. Before twenty-five, you feel like a child no matter what, but once you pass twenty-five, you immediately feel old.
Without even a transitional phase.
Qin Guanglin knew what she wanted to say and kept his head down, silently eating his pork and scallion dumplings.
