When the fireworks soared, the crowd's noise also reached its zenith.
Su Ziceng screamed along, as the New Year spirits danced in the night sky, their size burgeoning in people's eyes.
After the firework show, the crowd remained large. Su Ziceng was not in a hurry to get up, but instead sat down and began to chat with an elderly man. In a great city like Bianjing City, the man's age placed him as quite senior. From the older generation, one could always find out some unusual news.
"Elder, how come your family didn't come with you?" asked Su Ziceng curiously. The old man looked frail but moved with surprising agility, not even bringing a cane when he went out.
"On New Year's Eve, I sent the housekeeper home for the festival, and staying home alone with the food warm and the house cold seemed pointless," the old man's thought process was clear, but his tone revealed a sense of loneliness.
