Chapter 362 The Favored Girl

After staying with Mu Qingyang at his grandparents' house until eleven o'clock, Zeng Wenjie took Mu Qingyang back to the old street on a motorcycle.

It was a bit uncomfortable to ride a motorcycle in such cold weather, but fortunately the distance was not far and it only took two minutes to get there.

Then, Xiao Mu, who was sitting on the motorcycle, suddenly thought of the classic scene from Andy Lau's "A Moment of Romance".

"Once it's past twelve o'clock, we will start setting off fireworks and firecrackers. Are you ready?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Hmmmm!" Mu Qingyang pecked at the rice like a chick, feeling a little excited and expectant.

She hadn't felt such a strong New Year atmosphere for a long time, let alone setting off fireworks.

Mu Qingyang suddenly said, "I'm afraid Grandpa Xie will have to celebrate the New Year alone this year."

Zeng Wenjie was startled after hearing this and asked, "Is Master Jiu also so lonely?"

Mu Qingyang said: "In the past, he and I always celebrated the New Year together."

Zeng Wenjie was too lazy to ask about the situation of her other relatives. After all, the answer he would get would definitely not be very good.

He took out all the fireworks, lined up boxes of them on the side of the wide and empty street, and then placed a roll of firecrackers by the door.

Once it’s twelve o’clock, the door to wealth will open.

Then, the debris left by the firecrackers cannot be swept away for the next few days.

"Go change into your pajamas, otherwise your clothes will be damaged when setting off firecrackers," Zeng Wenjie reminded.

"Oh, okay!" Mu Qingyang agreed obediently, turned and went into the house to change into cotton pajamas.

Seeing that everyone in the family was gathered inside watching TV, Zeng Wenjie boldly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Mu Qingyang came out and took the lighter from his hand and lit the cigarette for him.

“It’s so quiet!”

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but say that at this moment, apart from the red lanterns swaying outside, no one could be seen.

Zeng Wenjie said: "It gets lively as soon as twelve o'clock comes. Every household sets off cannons and fireworks."

Mu Qingyang thought about the whole town being lit up with fireworks, and a longing smile appeared on his face.

"Let's set off some fireworks for fun first and save them for twelve o'clock." Zeng Wenjie threw away his cigarette butt, went into the house, took out a stick of incense, lit it, and handed it to Mu Qingyang.

At twelve o'clock, all the family members came out.

At the same time, the town became lively and every household began to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Fireworks shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire town like daylight. The crackling sound of firecrackers rang out, making people's ears numb and unable to hear anything.

"Go set off the fireworks!"

Zeng Wenjie shouted at Mu Qingyang and picked up the firecrackers.

After lighting the firecrackers, he threw them directly at the door.

Mu Qingyang walked to the side of the street in the face of billowing smoke, used the incense sticks in his hand to light the fuses of the boxes of fireworks, and then ran away screaming.

At around 12:20, the gunfire finally stopped, leaving only sporadic sounds.

The whole town was filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder was everywhere.

"Happy New Year."

Zeng Wenjie put his hand on Mu Qingyang's shoulder and said to her with a smile.

Mu Qingyang also cheered: "Happy New Year!"

Then she was picked up and spun around a few times. The joyful laughter of the young couple made the elders in the room smile at each other and think it was a good thing.

After putting Mu Qingyang down, Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "How was it? Did you enjoy your New Year? Are you happy?"

Mu Qingyang hugged him tightly and said happily and joyfully: "This is the happiest New Year I've ever had. Next year, let's invite Grandpa Xie to celebrate the New Year with us!"

Zeng Wenjie's scalp suddenly went numb when he thought of Xie Jiu's terrifying behavior.

"After we finish paying New Year's greetings here, I will accompany you to your mother and grandmother to burn paper and worship them." Zeng Wenjie said.

"Okay!" Mu Qingyang nodded and agreed.

"Go back to sleep quickly. There will be red envelopes to collect tomorrow morning!" Zeng Wenjie reminded.

"Then...good night!" Mu Qingyang let go of him and said softly.

Returning to the room, Mu Qingyang could still smell a faint smell of gunpowder. There was no way a wooden house could keep the smell out.

But this smell made her feel very safe. She gently pulled the quilt into bed, closed her eyes tiredly, and fell asleep quickly.

When she woke up the next day, she still didn't curl up into a ball as usual.

Returning to her hometown with Zeng Wenjie to celebrate the New Year seemed to have corrected her unpleasant sleeping posture.

"Huh, I slept so well!" Mu Qingyang lifted the quilt, thought happily, and immediately got up to change clothes and wash up.

The door of the main hall was already open. Looking out from inside, the entire street was filled with debris left over from firecracker explosions and the empty shells of various fireworks.

"Grandpa, good morning!"

Grandpa had already gotten up and even strolled outside for a while. When Mu Qingyang met him, he hurriedly greeted him.

Grandpa smiled and took out a red envelope from his pocket, handed it to her and said, "Happy New Year, this is your New Year's money."

Mu Qingyang bowed slightly, took it with both hands, and said happily: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

She used to think that happiness was far away from her, but now she feels that it is so simple and within her reach.

This kind of emotion is actually not a luxury for her, all she needs is a change of environment.

The red envelopes were quite generous, at least around 500 yuan.

"Grandma, Happy New Year!" Mu Qingyang saw his grandma again and greeted her immediately.

Grandma also took out a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to Mu Qingyang, saying, "Happy New Year, good boy!"

I received another red envelope of 500 yuan.

Zeng Wenjie came out of the room at this time and saw Mu Qingyang receiving the red envelope, so he shouted to his grandpa and grandma: "Grandpa and grandma, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year." Grandpa said lightly.

"Happy New Year." Grandma smiled.

The two elders both responded with their mouths, but their hands did not move.

Zeng Wenjie was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "New Year's money?"

Grandpa said indifferently: "You are already an adult, why do you still need New Year's money?"

Grandma nodded and said, "You are an adult now and a boss, why do you need New Year's money?"

Zeng Wenjie pointed at Mu Qingyang and said, "She has it, right?"

Mu Qingyang waved two red envelopes at Zeng Wenjie with a smug look on his face.

Grandpa smiled and said, "Xiao Mu is a good boy, of course he has it."

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but fall silent. Okay, okay, now that I have Mu Qingyang, I'm not a good boy anymore, right?

At this time, my parents also came out, and Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang went forward together to wish them a happy new year.

"Happy New Year! I wish our little Mu gets better grades and becomes more and more beautiful!" Han Yu handed over a red envelope that was so thick that Zeng Wenjie suspected it was stuffed with newspaper.

"Hahahaha, Happy New Year, Happy New Year! Xiao Mu, take this red envelope. If you want to make any jewelry, just melt it down and make it yourself." Zeng Xiangdong also handed out a red envelope.

The red envelope was not as thick as the one Han Yu gave, but it was very heavy. Inside, there were pieces of gold pressed into the shape of banknotes!

Zeng Wenjie looked at his parents eagerly.

"You're an adult."

“You’ve already started eating meals for nineteen-year-olds, why do you want a red envelope?”

Mu Qingyang felt the feeling of being favored, his face turned red, and the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Zeng Wenjie pointed at Mu Qingyang and said, "She's already eating the food of a twenty-year-old, why am I not?"

"You're not as pretty as others."

"You're annoying, but Xiao Mu is cute."

Zeng Wenjie once again suffered a critical hit.

Mu Qingyang quietly pulled his sleeve and whispered in his ear: "I'll give you some later."

She knew all too well the feeling of being ignored.

(End of this chapter)