Because childhood memories suddenly emerged with the "crackling" sound of firecrackers in my ears and the glow of the fireworks when they exploded.
I remember when I was a child, my family was not well-off. My parents went out to work and I was a left-behind child.
Every Chinese New Year, they would come back with new clothes and fireworks.
He was with his friends in the village and his cousins, holding fireworks and throwing firecrackers. After lighting them, they threw them out in a panic, making strange squeaking sounds, and then ran away in panic.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud explosion behind them. They laughed loudly, lit a second firecracker and threw it to the ground. The chickens and ducks in the fields and yards were scared and ran around in panic.
That feeling is like the sugar jar hidden by my mother when I was a child. I would tiptoe and put my dirty little hands in it, dip them in the sugar, and lick them, risking being beaten. The sense of happiness in that moment would be magnified countless times.
But now.
I can never go back, and I can never experience the atmosphere of celebrating the New Year with so many relatives as a child.
He doesn't even have any relatives, let alone spending the New Year together?
Zhao Jun stared blankly at the sky.
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
It's not even spring yet, but I've been away from home for more than half a year, and I'll never be able to go back.
I don’t know what happened to my family in later generations.
I don’t know how my parents are doing after losing me.
I think it must be very sad.
Zhao Jun looked at the fleeting fireworks, feeling only endless depression in his heart.
As if sensing his mood, Zhao Zhen's mellow voice rang in his ears, "Hanlong, what are you thinking about?"
"nothing."
Zhao Jun fought back tears of missing his family, turned his head and forced a smile, saying, "It's New Year's Day today, I'm very happy."
"well."
Zhao Zhen sighed, patted his shoulder gently and said, "I have said that the Song Dynasty has always been your home."
Queen Cao next to her looked over curiously.
The harem was not allowed to interfere in politics, and because Zhao Zhen had disliked Empress Cao before, Empress Cao rarely saw Zhao Jun.
But even if you have never seen him, you must have heard of him. He is now the head of the Constitutional Yuan and a powerful figure.
Today is the first time I see him.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiyuan actually missed home, and the emperor said that the Song Dynasty has always been his home.
Could it be that this Zhao Zhiyuan is not from the Song Dynasty?
Queen Cao thought to herself.
"Um."
Zhao Jun just responded.
Yan Shu said beside him, "Hanlong, why don't you go to my house for dinner tomorrow?"
"Forget it, I don't like visiting friends during the New Year."
Zhao Jun waved his hand, "The custom over there is that we can only visit relatives after the third day of the Lunar New Year."
"Then come back on the third day."
Yan Shu smiled.
"What's so good about going to your house?"
Lu Yijian came over and said with a smile, "Why don't you go to my house?"
"Old man Lu!"
Li Di walked over and glared at him, saying, "The dean is so busy, why would he go to your house? In my opinion, you should go to my house."
"Just because Hanlong is so busy that he can't go to my house, he can go to yours?"
Lu Yijian said indignantly.
"Of course. The Dean is a talented young man. I was just about to introduce my grandson to the Dean."
"What talent does your grandson have? Is he worthy of being recognized by Han Long?"
"Bah, how dare you, an old bastard, insult me."
The two of them started arguing again, and the atmosphere became tense.
The rest of the people were also attracted by them, so Zhao Zhen went to persuade them to stop fighting. The two old men started fighting as soon as they met.
Only Zhao Jun raised his head and continued to look at the sky.
The fireworks stopped.
The air was filled with the smell of saltpeter.
The moon rose halfway up the sky.
After the fireworks display ended, Zhao Zhen and his entourage were about to return to the palace to continue the dinner.
The prosperity outside the city continues.
For the people of Bianliang, tonight and the Lantern Festival are times for partying all night long.
But when Zhao Jun listened to the voices around him and looked at the people in front of him, he always felt a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Looking up at the bright moon, I think of my hometown.
The hometown in front of me is still there, but the hometown in my heart has gone far away.
As Zhao Zhen left, the ministers around him prepared to return to the palace.
Zhao Jun lowered his head woodenly and turned away.
That's it.
After tonight, it will be four years since Jingyou.
(End of this chapter)
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