The clock has struck midnight.

At this time, fireworks and firecrackers were being set off everywhere in China.

This is tradition.

The sky is dyed in various colors, which is very beautiful.

De Hancheng Village.

The atmosphere in Tang Qingshan's home was somewhat solemn.

Tang Xiaobao's poem "Xia Ke Xing" moved the world and also moved his family.

The song has ended, but the Spring Festival Gala is still going on on TV.

Shenlongji will countdown with you...

With the host's adjustment, the atmosphere on the scene became lively again.

"The New Year's bell is about to ring, and a brand new spring is about to arrive..."

"Let us spread our best wishes across the land of our motherland, across the land of China..."

"There are only fifteen seconds left. Let's count down together. Get ready..."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..."

“It’s Chinese New Year!”

Colorful flowers fell from the sky, and on the big screen behind the stage, scenes of Chinese New Year celebrations from all over China were played in real time, first one by one, then one piece at a time, and finally, it became countless small pieces, covering the entire screen.

They are all joyous New Year scenes.

The atmosphere on the scene also reached the climax of the party, and everyone stood up and celebrated together.

On the stage, singers from No. 4 Middle School came out one after another. Behind them, there was a lion dance, many children were dancing, and some were practicing boxing and stick fighting...

In the living room, the Tang family had not yet recovered from Tang Xiaobao's singing.

For ordinary people, that kind of emotion is not as profound as theirs.

After all, Tang Xiaobao is their relative.

Seeing Tang Xiaobao's miserable and desperate expression, they felt heartbroken and could empathize with him.

Wu Chunmei suddenly burst into tears.

She didn't know why she was crying, she just felt so sad and missed her son so much.

Tang Qingshan's eyes were also wet, but at this time he could only comfort her.

"Why are you crying? Today is Chinese New Year, you should be happy. Stop crying! You're making fun of the younger generation, aren't you?"

"I, I'm happy too."

Wu Chunmei said with a sob.

Luo Ya took a tissue, went over, hugged Wu Chunmei, and helped wipe her tears.

"Auntie, don't cry. Uncle is right. We should be happy today."

Wu Chunmei wiped her tears and said, "Yes, yes, I won't cry. Today is Chinese New Year. Oh, and I bought a lot of fireworks. Can we set them off now? The hourly announcements are over now."

Chen Mengyao invited everyone to go out together.

When they arrived at the door, dozens of boxes of fireworks were lined up, and Wanru and Tang Xiaocao went up to light them.

The colorful flowers then rose into the sky, blooming with dazzling light in the air, colorful.

Throughout Dehancheng Village, every household was setting off fireworks.

The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and the fireworks welcome the new year.

Throughout Yong'an Town, along both sides of the river, fireworks were being set off, and the sound of firecrackers never stopped, lighting up the entire sky.

The faint laughter of many children could be heard from the village.

It’s the New Year.

For the Chinese people, this is the most important festival, a festival celebrated by the whole country.

Dehancheng Village is located in a remote corner, and many old customs have not changed. However, such remote mountainous areas often pay more attention to the Spring Festival and have a stronger New Year atmosphere.

Tang Qingshan and his wife finally recovered.

They stood at the door, looking at the group of beautiful girls in front of them, and felt a little happy in their hearts.

No matter what, this year's Spring Festival is very lively.

Tang Qingshan said with some emotion: "Wife, our family is really lively this year."

Wu Chunmei hummed, "Yeah, it's quite lively. This is the atmosphere of the New Year."

Tang Qingshan added, "Tell me, they are so infatuated with our son. What would it be like if they all really lived in our house in the future?"

sweat……

Wu Chunmei's face changed.

"You're really bold. When they give birth to two children, you'll be the one to take care of them all."

Tang Qingshan suddenly became depressed.

Chen Mengyao was standing not far away, and glanced at them quietly.

To be honest, she personally doesn't like celebrating the New Year with so many people.

Over the years, she has become accustomed to being alone.

Every Spring Festival, she is either traveling or on the bus on her way to travel.

Perhaps deep down, she also wants to have this feeling of home.

But once a habit is formed, it is often difficult to adapt to new habits.

But she still took the initiative to suggest that Tang Xiaobao invite all these women over.

She actually also wanted to see how many women Tang Xiaobao had provoked.

Tang Xiaobao thought she knew everything.

But in fact, she doesn't have that much energy.

As for some people and some things, she only had a rough guess.

It’s just that Tang Xiaobao felt guilty, so he confessed every time he lied. That’s all.

Her cell phone suddenly rang.

Chen Mengyao quietly returned to her room.

"Hello."

“Happy New Year, Sister Shen.”

Tang Xiaobao's voice came from over there.

Shen Mengyao was still a little happy.

With so many women here, it seemed like I was the only one who received Tang Xiaobao's blessing.

At least, she was the first.

So, she smiled and said, "You are quite punctual. Well, I wish you happiness too."

Tang Xiaobao chuckled and said, "Sister Chen, how was your day?"

"Could you please change your name?"

Chen Mengyao frowned.

Tang Xiaobao coughed and said, "Yaoyao, my wife Yaoyao, how are you this year?"

Chen Mengyao blushed and looked outside cautiously.

Fortunately, no one came in.

"Okay, stop being so corny. I was just kidding. I'm doing pretty well. I even had a couple of drinks with my uncle at noon."

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "Don't get drunk."

Chen Mengyao: "Are you afraid that I'll embarrass myself in front of them?"

Tang Xiaobao: "Hey, what uncle? You have to call me dad."

Chen Mengyao: "No, everyone calls me that, I'm not that shameless."

Tang Xiaobao: "By the way, did they mention me?"

He feels a little guilty.

Chen Mengyao said: "Yes, Auntie missed you a lot."

Tang Xiaobao said, "I'll be back early tomorrow morning. I originally planned to come back tonight, but there's a dinner party coming up soon, and I have to go, so we can only come back together tomorrow."

Chen Mengyao asked, "Are there many people coming back?"

Tang Xiaobao coughed twice: "Not much."

Chen Mengyao smiled and said, "Or bring them all back and don't hide them. But this time, the uncles and aunts were scared. Don't scare them tomorrow."

sweat……

Tang Xiaobao said awkwardly: "Really? Then they didn't scold me, did they?"

Chen Mengyao: "Anyway, he definitely won't scold us in front of us, but behind our backs, I don't know."

Tang Xiaobao asked again: "Where is Tang Xiaocao? Did she mention me?"

Chen Mengyao: "Yes, she said you are a big bastard, and when you come back, she will settle the score with you."