The family raised their glasses together. "Happy New Year!"
After finishing our New Year's Eve dinner and watching the Spring Festival Gala, the whole family was still not sleepy.
The eldest child took his younger siblings to the yard to set off sparklers, while Zhao Qinglan and her husband stood together on the steps to watch.
Watching the children chasing and playing happily, Zhao Qinglan leaned on her husband's shoulder and sighed with emotion.
"That's great!"
"We'll be even better together in the future," Li Huai said gently, stroking his wife's hair.
The homes of Zhao Qingzhu and Zhao Qingju were also filled with scenes of family reunion and celebration.
Around 8 o'clock, Sun Guangming arrived at Zhao Qinglan's house in Beijing with good wine and food, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with Grandpa Dou to celebrate the New Year.
Everyone's lives are moving in a positive direction.
While they were all celebrating the Spring Festival, in the distant city of Shenzhen, a man looked grim as he stared at the cold food on the table.
The nanny stepped forward. "Sir, shall I heat up the food? You can eat first."
The nanny had barely finished speaking when the clock in the living room began to chime on the hour.
The man looked up and saw that it was already midnight.
He was thinking about his son being alone in Shenzhen, and he couldn't let his son spend the Lunar New Year alone here. So he rushed over as soon as he finished what he was doing.
In the morning, he reminded his son to come home early so that the two of them could have a proper New Year's Eve dinner together.
But that rebellious son still hasn't come back.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "I'm not eating!" The man slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and stormed off.
If Zhao Qinglan were here, she would recognize that the person who left was her ex-husband, Wang Dazhi.
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