At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, some people began to set off firecrackers sporadically, and when the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala began, the entire city was almost completely drowned out by the sound of firecrackers.

All kinds of fireworks exploded in the sky, and the whole night seemed to be lit.

Yan Xixian has been standing on the terrace watching the fireworks set off by others.

There was no underfloor heating on the terrace, and she still stood barefoot and didn't feel cold.

In the past, she hated the sound of firecrackers the most, which resounded all night and made people lose sleep.

This year, however, she hopes the firecrackers don't stop – tonight, she won't be able to sleep at all.

However, perhaps due to the economic downturn, this year's firecrackers did not sound as well as in previous years. By two o'clock in the morning, it was completely sparse. By then, there was almost no sound.

The common people are gradually reluctant to spend money on these meaningless things.

Yan Xixian was very disappointed, she kept looking at her mobile phone, she only received two blessing text messages, one from Xu Xiaoya, and the other was an unfamiliar number, which was probably sent by mistake.

It was late at night.

Occasionally, there was a sporadic sound of firecrackers, and then, everything fell silent.

Noda's house was immersed in the pre-dawn darkness, lonely and eerie.

Wang Donglin took the key to open the door and walked in quietly.

There was not a single light or sound in the big room. All the workers went home for the New Year, and the house was lifeless and unpopular.

There are no traces of dining on the table.

Looking at the living room again, there is no trace of New Year's goods in the living room.

He didn't turn on the lights, and looked upstairs, and there was no sound upstairs. Apparently, there is no one at all.

But he still went upstairs, lightly.

Quietly pushed open the bedroom door, accustomed to the dark eyes and saw clearly - there was no one on the bed. The house was empty.

He sneered, and sure enough, he still couldn't bear the loneliness.

I closed the door and went out, and just around the corner, I suddenly stopped.

In the silence of the night, there was a faint cry, low, as if there was nothing, as if a wisp of ghost was making a mournful wail in the night.

He was shocked and reached out to turn on the light.

The cry was far away.

It was in the corner of the rose terrace, ghostly.

He strode over, only to see Yan Xian holding his knees with his hands, his head buried in his knees, his thin shoulders trembling slightly, obviously he didn't know how long he had been here.

Suddenly stimulated by the light, she hurriedly buried her head in her sleeve and wiped it desperately, raised her head, but was stimulated by the strong light and couldn't open her eyes.

She never dreamed that someone would come!

At this time, how could anyone break in?

Wang Donglin stared at her.

"Yan Xixian, what are you doing here?"

She slowly opened her eyes, barely trying to squeeze out a smile, but she couldn't do anything about it, and hastily scattered her hair, obscuring most of her face.

Wang Donglin stared at her eyes, which were already red and swollen like peaches, and after a while, he picked her up, and when he touched her hand, he found that her hand was surprisingly cold.

Yan shrank carefully and looked at the time, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning.

The rich man had returned to the Golden House to laugh and relax by watching the playthings, but now he came back quietly and saw her crying alone in the middle of the night.

Before, she greeted him with a smiling face.

This is the first time!

No one wants to hear a cry in the early hours of the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year - the rich have a lot of taboos, they think it's bad luck and it will make the year go bad.

He stared at her.

She hastily lowered her head to avoid his gaze.