Ever since he went to school alone, he has always hated celebrating the New Year.
"What I hate the most is during the Chinese New Year, when everything is quiet all day long, and then suddenly at night there is the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside."
"Is it very noisy?"
"Not only is it noisy, it also makes my world darker."
"So is this why you're afraid of the New Year?"
"Yeah." "That feeling is as if you are alone in the whole world."
Later, he met a very interesting person.
There had never been such color in his life.
It was like the dark clouds were suddenly broken away by rays of sunlight, and the light followed them from then on.
.......
"Why are you so active during the Chinese New Year and making dumplings?"
"Learned it from grandma."
"Pack it for grandma to eat?"
"And Xu Jiangqi."
That was the first time Brother Qiu had seen him so relaxed and at ease, like a strange little cat.
Concept: The pain of growing up is the sugar of time