A night without words.
The next day, Xu Qingfan was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside the window.
In the countryside, the spring festival was all good except for the ceaseless sound of firecrackers from each household's door front, starting from around seven or eight in the morning. He had tried to fall back asleep several times to no avail and so had no choice but to get up resignedly.
This year's spring festival was the coldest one in recent years, and Xu Qingfan had dressed in bed before getting up and taking his phone outside.
A New Year's song CD was playing in the DVD player on the first floor, and the severely damaged "Gong Xi Fa Cai" could be heard even when he shut the bathroom door.
As Xu Qingfan brushed his teeth, he unlocked his phone to check QQ for any important messages he might have missed that morning.
Many people had sent him New Year's blessings, and there were too many for him to reply to each personally.