Zhou Mo: "Wait until you finish, then we'll release something."

She pulled her hand out of Han Chen's, pushed him, and urged, "Go and order, quickly. If you don't order now, Song Yan will finish ordering."

Song Yan was already tired and was eager to take a rest.

He handed the lighter to Han Chen, "You come."

Han Chen: "I have."

Song Yan tutted softly, "I can't believe you're still a heavy smoker."

Han Chen: "I bought it today. It's not available on weekdays."

"Who are you kidding?" Song Yan didn't believe it and complained to Zhou Mo, "Your husband should be disciplined. He doesn't even think before telling lies."

Zhou Mo smiled and said nothing.

Han Chen would not lie.

He smokes, but he's not addicted to it.

I guess he was upset by the results of today's selection, so he smoked to relieve his sorrow.

Zhou Mo didn't care.

Han Chen has always been very restrained, and it's okay for him to indulge himself this once in a while.

He walked over to the box of fireworks that Song Yan had placed among a pile of used fireworks confetti but hadn't had time to set off yet.

He bent down, took out his lighter, lit the fuse, and quickly moved away.

The fuse burned with a crackling sound, and after a few seconds, a new round of "hiss-whoosh" sounds came one after another.

Because it was so close, the sound seemed much louder than when I was watching from across the lake.

It was a bit noisy, so Zhou Mo covered his ears and looked up at the colorful sky.

Han Chen walked behind her, took off her hands, and covered her ears with his hands.

Zhou Mo turned around and looked at him.

The two looked at each other, their hearts and eyes filled with happy and affectionate smiles.

When he was a child, Han Chen would set off fireworks with his older brothers who he played with as a child.

Now the person who can still accompany him to set off fireworks has become Zhou Mo.

She also didn't mind that he was over thirty but still had a childish heart.

It was just a mention, but she kept it in mind.

How could he not be moved by such a heartwarming and touching gesture?

"Momo, Happy New Year," he let go of her right ear and whispered in her ear, "And... I love you."

Zhou Mo turned around, stood on tiptoe, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, "I love you too."

At that time, the largest cluster of fireworks went up to the sky and exploded with a "bang". The fireworks in the sky left the most beautiful posture in the sky with a crackling sound.

At this moment, they became the most beautiful fireworks in each other's eyes.

On this side, Zhou Mo and Han Chen looked very affectionate and affectionate.

Over there, Song Yan was alone. Unable to bear the sight of the dog being abused, he went to sit in the car next to him.

It’s so cold, I’m freezing to death.

I don't know what I'm trying to achieve.

Maybe... it's because this is the best place to show off their affection and watch the ceremony.

After all, no one doesn't want to see their good friends get married.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zhou Mo, saying that he was leaving first and that he would let them play with the remaining fireworks and would not disturb them anymore.

Through the car window, he saw Zhou Mo looking down at his phone, then looking up at him.

Song Yan lowered the car window and waved to Zhou Mo and Han Chen, "Let's go."

After saying goodbye, he drove away.

Zhou Mo was just about to step forward and say a few words of thanks, but Song Yan slipped away as fast as a sprinter, leaving her no chance.

She had no choice but to send him a message on her phone.

Thanks.

Zhou Mo sincerely thanked Song Yan for his help.

It was he who helped her find the venue, bought the fireworks, and even worked hard to help her set off the fireworks.

Having friends like this is enough for my life.

"Do you want to let go? I'll teach you?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo put away his phone and said, "Okay, but I really don't dare. In the past, when we could set off fireworks during festivals, it was always my dad who set them off, and my mom and I were responsible for watching from afar."

Han Chen: "It's okay, I'll take you with me."

Song Yan bought many styles and types of fireworks, including boxes of these, handheld ones, and fairy wands that little girls love to play with.

Han Chen took out the fairy wand and asked, "Have you played with this?"

Zhou Mo shook his head.

Han Chen was surprised: "You haven't played this before?"

Zhou Mo: "I've never played with them. I only play with fireworks during the Chinese New Year. My family mostly sets off cannons during the Chinese New Year, and occasionally fireworks. After the ban on fireworks in the city, how can I have the chance to play with these? Besides... isn't this what boys like to play with the most?"

Han Chen: "I thought you and... were fine, I'll take you out to play."

Zhou Mo smiled, looking expectant: "Yeah."

Han Chen opened the package, took out two cigarettes from it, lit one with his lighter, and sparks flew everywhere instantly.

He pointed another one at the burning one, and within a few seconds, the other one also caught fire.

He handed the fairy wands to Zhou Mo, one in each hand.

Zhou Mo was afraid that the flying sparks would burn him.

"It's okay, it's not hot," Han Chen walked behind Zhou Mo, put his arms around her and handed her.

Zhou Mo took it carefully and found that the sparks were indeed not hot. She took one in each hand and shook them in the air.

It’s really fun.

"Give me two more, I want to take four at a time," Zhou Mo began to become greedy.

Han Chen ordered for her.

I used to think that these things were fun only when you played them yourself, and watching others play them was boring.

Only now do I realize that being with the one I love is the most fun.

Zhou Mo took two in each hand and ran to a cleaner place. He said to Han Chen, "Take a picture for me."

Han Chen took out his cell phone and took a few pictures of her.

"Don't use a deadly angle, take a better-looking picture for me," Zhou Mo warned.

Han Chen didn't know how to take photos and didn't know what the death angle was. Afraid of making mistakes, he found several angles and took several photos.

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