On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the breath of the New Year has gradually moved away, and it is the beginning of a busy year, Song Hehuan got up early in the morning, even if he was disguised, melancholy still came out of his eyes.

Seeing that the time for work was approaching, whether he cared about the job or not, and he couldn't be late for the first day, Song Hehuan came down from upstairs, didn't have time to eat breakfast, and said to his grandmother and Song Miaozhu, "I'll go." ”

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