At night, red lanterns lit up at the entrance of the residences in the neighborhood.
The television station was broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala, transmitting the joy to every house.
In the television tower not far from the old city district, fireworks were set off at twelve o'clock. One only needed to stand in front of the window to see it.
"Jiaojiao." Pei Zhi called Lin Jiao and looked at the fireworks in the distance. "Happy New Year."
His affectionate voice entered her ears, as if he was murmuring beside her.
"Happy New Year." Lin Jiao smiled and listened carefully. "Are you still watching TV?"
"Yes. How about you?"
"I'm preparing to go upstairs."
"Then wash up first. We'll talk after that."
"Alright." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned off the screen and lowered his right hand.
Pei Zhi returned to the living room and helped Pei Zhen, who was drunk, up the stairs.