Under the beautiful night at the end of the year, Jiang Mansion is like a moving picture scroll, with lanterns hanging high, colorful silks fluttering, and a grand banquet quietly weaving festive songs. And in a corner behind this bustling scene, the wet nurse Zhang, bathed in the grace of her master, had a half-day of leisure, sitting around the fire with several childish little maids, with warm ripples of sake in the glass, and their laughter intertwined with the constant sound of firecrackers outside the window to form a winter symphony. Nanny Zhang opened her red lips lightly and hummed the distant but familiar hometown tune. The melody was melodious, as if it could travel through time and space, bringing a gentle comfort. Suddenly, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky, breaking through the silence like a meteor shower, illuminating the side hall. Several little maids were amazed, with child-like surprise and curiosity in their eyes. Nanny Zhang smiled and joked that they had never seen such a big scene. She couldn't help but look back, but unexpectedly caught a red shadow moving through the light and shadow. The figure was agile and familiar - it was her little master Jiang Rushu, dressed in red, like the most dazzling star in the night. Nanny Zhang felt nervous, quickly put on her coat and stepped into the cold and windy night. The cold wind cut like a knife, but she desperately pursued the small figure, calling through the night: "Miss, why did you run out in this cold weather?"
