In Zhao Yao's memory, this is the first time that the family has been together to celebrate the New Year, and when the floor clock in the living room rang twelve, Zhao's mother took a big bag and came out, "Go and go, you two go out and put it, we are old and don't like to play this." ”

Zhao Yao took it happily, opened the bag and looked inside, in addition to firecrackers, there were some strange-looking things.

"I'll take a little bit, I'll have a little ......" Zhao Yao squeezed away Qin Yi and snatched the cigarette from his hand, "You stand far away, be careful of falling into you." ”

Qin Yi took two steps back funny, "Your own little ......" Before the words were finished, a crackling sound sounded, Zhao Yao jumped and ran back, and kept shouting, "Hey, it's really loud." ”

Qin Yi could shine from him

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