Meng Zeyan also looked at her with a smile, "Xiao Huan, Happy New Year!"

It was nice meeting her.

Firecrackers started to sound nearby, and I didn't know which house started setting off firecrackers.

One family started, and then one family after another began to set off firecrackers.

Tang Huan sat up straight and started to put on her shoes. She was also going to set off firecrackers to welcome the new year and receive good fortune.

Put on your shoes, take the red firecrackers to the yard, and turn on the lights under the eaves.

This kind of firecracker is to be hung up and set off. Tang Huan found a bamboo pole in the corner of the wall and she was planning to stick the bamboo pole into the vegetable garden.

But since Meng Zeyan is at home, this process can be skipped.

She handed the bamboo pole to Meng Zeyan and asked him to hold it. She hung the firecrackers on it. A long string of firecrackers hanging on the bamboo pole looked quite nice and festive.

"Can you hold the bamboo pole and let me light it?" This kind of firecrackers explode quickly, and Meng Zeyan was worried that she would run slowly.

Tang Huan wasn't a pushover; on the contrary, she knew the situation well. She swiftly thrust the matches into Meng Zeyan's hands, and it was her turn to hold the bamboo pole.

"Crack" the match was struck, and the small flame approached the fuse of the firecracker.

The firecrackers were lit and began to pop.

Meng Zeyan ran to Tang Huan, took the bamboo pole from her hand, reached out and held her in his arms, with her left ear against his body and his right hand covering her ears.

The sound of cannons stopped, and red paper flowers fell to the ground.

It was already past twelve o'clock after the fireworks were set off, and the Spring Festival Gala was coming to an end.

The two of them sat back on the sofa covered with a blanket. After the Spring Festival Gala was completely over, Tang Huan began to yawn.

There are no TV programs in the evening and the TV has gone to sleep.

Staying up all night without any TV programs was actually quite difficult. Tang Huan endured it for more than ten minutes before he began to feel drowsy.

When she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly woke up for a few seconds. She still remembered that she had to stay up all night to celebrate the New Year.

I don't know what time I stayed awake in a daze, but I only heard Meng Zeyan say, "Go to sleep, the New Year's Eve vigil is over."

Then she was picked up and sent back into the house, and she didn't even know when Meng Zeyan left.

When I woke up, it was already daybreak. I looked at my watch and it was six forty in the morning.

There were footsteps in the yard, and the old couple had already gotten up.

I got up, washed, changed into new clothes, and tried several hairstyles in the room. Finally, I decided to tie my hair half-up, which made me look very gentle.

Well, she is very gentle haha~

After tidying up the room, I left the house and ran to the kitchen to wish the old couple a happy new year.

"Happy New Year, Mom and Dad!"

The two people who were making dumplings also turned around and said to her, "Happy New Year."

After saying that, Xing Cui wiped her hands on her apron, reached into Meng Qinghe's pocket and took out two red paper packages and gave them to Tang Huan.

"This is the New Year's money your parents gave you."

The red envelope was folded by Xing Cui herself using red paper, which looks festive.

"Mom, I'm already this old, I don't want any New Year's money." Tang Huan was embarrassed to accept it, as she would be twenty-one after the New Year.

Forcing the red envelope into Tang Huan's pocket, Xing Cui said with a smile: "Twenty-one, you are still a child in front of us, you must have New Year's money."

Comrade Xing Cui was so kind. Tang Huan walked behind her, put his arm around her shoulders, and put his face against hers, acting coquettishly. "Mom, why are you so kind?"

She didn't remember her mother, nor did she have any memory of her original mother. Xing Cui had unknowingly filled a lot of the maternal love she lacked, and when she mentioned her mother again, it was no longer an empty imagination in her mind, but a concrete person.

She is also someone who is loved by her mother.

"I'm your mother. If I don't treat you well, who will?" Xing Cui really likes Tang Huan's coquettish behavior and can't stop laughing. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)