Chapter 192 I Don't Need Gifts
Because it was so grand and dazzling, not only the two of them, but also half of the residents of the capital city saw it.
People started taking photos and short videos with their phones and posting them on social media, sparking a small discussion on local Weibo topics:
This year's fireworks show was so special! Kudos to the organizers, the blue color was absolutely dreamy!
[I saw it! It was so beautiful that I pulled out my DSLR camera, which had been gathering dust for years. A high-definition lens is the greatest tribute to this fireworks show.]
[Wait a minute, I saw the official fireworks display; it was multicolored, not this pure blue. The location listed in the announcement is also in a different direction.]
Oh, maybe some rich person set it off just to join in the fun.
[It's not just the wealthy; with so many fireworks and such a long display, illuminating half the sky, only the super-rich could afford it! But the wealthy love setting off fireworks; the more they set off, the more prosperous their business will be next year.]
[If you want your business to thrive, use red! Blue, this monotonous and romantic color, is probably only for winning a smile from a beautiful woman.]
[The person upstairs guessed correctly. If you zoom in on the photo, there's a vague outline in the upper left corner. Do you see it? It looks a bit like a helicopter or some kind of aircraft. It's a pity it's too dark to see the specific model.]
So, was it some big shot who, just to make the beauty smile, specially took her up into the sky so they could ring in the New Year together in front of this magical fireworks display?
Holy crap, just imagining it is so romantic! I'm going to challenge you rich people!
Am I the only one curious about who the main character is? Can some tech expert come and dig this out?! Find out!
At this moment, the protagonist himself remains in a dazed state.
From childhood to adulthood, Xia Mian has received countless gifts—cheap ones, expensive ones, perfunctory ones, and thoughtful ones…
But no one took him to a high place, set off a grand fireworks display for him, or said "Happy New Year" to him in the deep blue ocean.
Xia Mian touched her chest, where her heart began to pound again.
On the way back, Zhou Pingchuan asked, "Are you satisfied with this New Year's gift?"
Xia Mian turned to look out the window, changing the subject: "I heard that the ban on fireworks and firecrackers is being enforced most strictly this year. Aren't you afraid of getting arrested for going against the rules?"
"I have reported it to the public security and environmental protection departments."
Having already informed her... Xia Mian's mind stirred: "So... you... had already planned to give me a New Year's gift in advance?"
Zhou Pingchuan shook his head: "The fireworks were an impromptu idea."
Summer's mood suddenly plummeted.
"The plane was planned in advance."
Summer's mood returned to normal, and she even felt a little...uncontrollable excitement.
Yes, it takes a long time for the Zhou family, even with their extensive connections, to go through the purchase, customs clearance, shipping back to China, and completing all the necessary registration procedures for an airplane. It's not something they can just give away whenever they want.
In fact, making a last-minute decision requires more effort. During the Lunar New Year, although various departments have shifts, it is extremely difficult to submit a last-minute report and go through layers of approval. Moreover, before the Lunar New Year, the inventory of various fireworks merchants has been almost cleared out. It is really not easy to find so many blue fireworks at once.
“So are you satisfied?” Zhou Pingchuan reached out and turned his head back. “Mianmian, answer my question directly.”
“...Thank you for the gift,” Xia Mian said in a deep voice, “I’m so happy.”
Zhou Pingchuan slid his hand down and pinched the back of his neck a few times, lightly or heavily, as if rewarding a disobedient kitten.
It was past 1 a.m. when we returned to Longxi. The two villas were brightly lit, and the kitchen had cooked dumplings for the owners. They were steaming hot and smelled delicious.
Summer sleep doesn't really want to eat. Dumplings may look simple, but they're a total calorie bomb! Once you've eaten a plate of dumplings, you can't burn off the calories even after two hours of intense exercise.
Not eating it would be against custom, so after thinking it over, he decided to eat only one. He put it in his mouth and bit into it, and a sweet peanut flavor filled his mouth.
“What is this?” Xia Mian frowned. “It’s so sweet.”
It looks like a glutinous rice ball.
"Wow, Mr. Xia is amazing! He found the candy in the very first bite!" Uncle Li grinned, his teeth practically disappearing from his eyes. "The kitchen put candy and a coin inside the dumpling. Finding the candy means a sweet and happy new year, while finding the coin means a year of abundant wealth. Mr. Xia has already eaten the candy, so only the coin is left."
Xia Mian wasn't a native northerner; he moved to Beijing relatively late, and his family didn't have the tradition of making fancy dumplings. He'd heard of sugar dumplings and coin dumplings, but this was the first time he'd actually tasted them.
What does a sweet life matter? He wants to make money, he wants good fortune! Hearing Uncle Li's words, Xia Mian suddenly started eating dumplings like crazy, as if possessed by a glutton! Zhou Pingchuan was a slow eater to begin with, but Xia Mian managed to eat two-thirds of a plate of dumplings!
Having eaten too much and too fast, Xia Mian patted her belly, intending to pause for a minute before continuing. At that moment, Zhou Pingchuan suddenly paused in his chewing, and then spat out a gold coin.
aestivation:"......"
Summer Sleep: "I'm full, time for bed!"
After taking another shower, due to carbon monoxide poisoning and staying up all night, Xia Mian was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping. There was only one thought in her mind: Forget about fortune, I'm going to sleep like a log!
"I'm turning off the light." Zhou Pingchuan made a gesture to turn off the light, but Xia Mian suddenly remembered something and forced her eyelids open with great willpower: "What time are we going back to the Zhou mansion tomorrow?"
Zhou Pingchuan: Is this all you wanted to say?
What do you think I wanted to say?
“It’s alright,” Zhou Pingchuan pondered for a moment, “I’ll go back first tomorrow, and after you’ve had a good night’s sleep, I’ll have Lao Wang take you there.”
As the head of the family, on the first day of the new year, the younger generation in the family would come to serve Zhou Pingchuan morning tea, so he needed to return to the old house early.
Xia Mian assessed her own strength and realized she really couldn't get up, so she clasped her hands in a fist salute to Zhou Pingchuan.
"Then I'll turn off the lights," Zhou Pingchuan repeated.
He used to just turn off the lights without asking repeatedly, which was clearly a hint to him.
Xia Mian sighed: "You've already found gold coins, which means you'll have great fortune all year round. Isn't this a good New Year's gift enough?"
"I don't need a New Year's gift," Zhou Pingchuan said calmly.
"You're such a good actress, always pretending." Xia Mian finally managed to sit up and ran to the dressing room to bring out a large box: "Here, I prepared this for you."
Judging from the size of the box, it looked like men's shoes, clothing, or a men's bag. Zhou Pingchuan took it from his hands; it was heavy, yet not like the weight one would expect from shoes and clothing.
"What is that?"
"Let's open it and take a look."
Zhou Pingchuan opened the gift box as instructed. Inside was a machine and a jumble of bottles and jars—things he had never seen before.
"These are the tattoo machines, paints, and tools. I bought a lot of different kinds, including disposable, one-week, two-month, and permanent ones. I bought everything I could get. Do you remember me saying that it would be really, really cool if you got tattoos on your hands and legs?"
“Wearing gloves all the time must be so stuffy,” Xia Mian whispered. “Let’s start with disposable ones, and once you’re satisfied and can accept them, we can make permanent ones, okay? I’m an amazing artist.”
Zhou Pingchuan looked at him without saying a word. After an unknown amount of time, he leaned in, touched the other's forehead, and said again, "Happy New Year."
My Mianmian, you must be happy.
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