On festive days, everyone was particularly tolerant of such an outrageous behavior, at most they only teased Duanmu Qingcheng with kindness, and nothing else.

In the sound of firecrackers and everyone's laughter, Jin Yu was almost dizzy and was led home by Duanmu Qing.

She didn't have to look at it, she could feel everyone's ambiguous and narrow gaze falling on herself and Duanmuqing.

It's embarrassing.

"It's time to worship! It's time to worship the church! Please go to the court! ”

Surrounded by people to enter the door, the happy hall is set up in the large living room, which is already crowded with old and young at this time, Duanmu Qing's serious eyebrows and eyes are full of joy, holding Jinyu's hand, standing in the hall and waiting to worship the high hall.

On the table against the wall are four kinds of dried fruits

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