Such a solar term, such a season. The familiar scenes are filled with the taste of happiness, but they no longer belong to me, and they no longer belong to Xiao Luo and I, this already fragmented family. The laughter continued, constantly stimulating my nerves, as if reminding me of the tragedy of that night all the time, there was another loud bang, and the gorgeous fireworks pierced the silence of the night, blooming and then falling in the endless darkness. Xiao Luo stood beside me holding the khaki bear that his father gave him last year and quietly watched everything. He did not clamor for fireworks like in previous years, nor did he coquettishly ask for gifts from me. This Spring Festival ended in silence between Xiao Luo and I.