Because of Officer Xiaowang's phone call, Jiang Yan was distracted all evening, and by the time the Spring Festival Gala was about to end and he went upstairs to sleep, he completely forgot what he'd watched.
Mu Jiawen led him to the second-floor balcony, where they both leaned on the railing to watch the fireworks bursting in the sky far away and listened to the firecrackers that followed the midnight chimes, banging and popping with particular festivity.
Jiang Yan couldn't help but think to himself that now was the time, because in another ten years or so, it would be an exaggeration to say the city would be perfectly quiet during New Year's, but the sound of firecrackers definitely wouldn't be as frequent as now. He used to love going back to the countryside for New Year's because he could set off firecrackers and fireworks without inhibition.
No matter what the reality was, he was genuinely naive and happy back then.
Hmm?