C60 (2/2)

”Mom, let me ignite the firecrackers.” A melodious voice similar to that of a skylark suddenly came from the home of an ordinary person. Although the voice was a bit melancholy, it was unable to cover up the pleasant tone.

Are we really not going to wait? I have a feeling that Little Song will definitely return. ” Zhang Guinan was in a trance. In her heart, there was a call from her blood, calling for her to wait for someone. Perhaps this was a kind of hope, but also a hope that was hidden deep within her heart.

It turned out that these two people were Zhang Guinan and his daughter Zhang Fangxia. Their New Year's Eve meal had already been prepared, but it hadn't started yet. It was undoubtedly for the sake of waiting for the distant son and younger brother to return home, for their family to reunite.

Zhang Fangxia sighed helplessly. How could she not hope for her brother to come back? But it was already so late, could he still come back? In her heart, this tiny hope had already turned into despair. With a sad expression, he said, ”Come back, come back, come back. Those that should come back will always come back. We'll eat while waiting for him to come back, okay?” Looking at her mother's haggard appearance, Zhang Fangxia's heart ached. She was the same as her mother, but she knew she couldn't do that. She had to hide her weakness, she didn't want to make her mother feel even worse.

”Hai.” Zhang Guinan let out a long sigh and said slowly, ”Alright, I hope Xiao Song can make it back in time.”

Walking on the icy cold road by himself, walking along the road that he was increasingly familiar with, Zhang Song felt a burst of excitement as he saw the house getting closer and closer. He finally caught up with it and wished that he wasn't late.

Hearing her mother's words, Zhang Fangxia prepared to light up the fireworks for New Year's Eve, but at this moment, a loud and magnetic voice came from not far away, ”You're not going to wait for me, so let's start eating.” Seeing his cute sister preparing to light a fireworks display, Zhang Song teased her with a smile.

It was him, he finally came back, finally catching up to this important festival. Seeing the familiar figure slowly walking in, Zhang Fangxia could no longer control herself, tears gushing down her face like a waterfall. Zhang Guinan's mother behaved the same as Zhang Fangxia, but she tried her best to hold back her tears.

Zhang Song came in front of Zhang Fangxia and gave her a big hug without saying a word. Perhaps he was too excited and a little overworked, but Zhang Fangxia felt suffocated from Zhang Song's embrace. Without waiting for Zhang Fangxia to speak, Zhang Song spoke first, ”I missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

A familiar aura hit her face. Zhang Fangxia cried tears of joy as she gently nodded like a little woman in Zhang Song's arms. ”I'm just afraid that you won't come back.”

Zhang Song gently wiped away the tears on Zhang Fangxia's cheeks. He let go of her embrace and hugged her, saying, ”Mom, your son is back.”

At this moment, two streams of tears flowed down from Zhang Guannan's eyes. She patted Zhang Song's back and said faintly, ”It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back.” As he said this, he did not forget to laugh heartily.

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Song took over Zhang Fangxia's job. He had been doing it himself for many years. He held the lighter in his hand and lit up the firework that had been placed in front of him. The fireworks signaled the start of the new year and the coming of a new year. It also meant that everything had returned to its starting point. It symbolized the end of a year and the beginning of a year; it symbolized the end of a story and the beginning of a story; everything returned to its starting point, no end, only a beginning.

The fireworks were coming to an end. Under the happy atmosphere of the family, the brilliant fireworks gradually faded. All things in the world have an beginning and an end. This is an unchangeable natural phenomenon. No matter how beautiful a flower was, it would never be able to endure a cycle of reincarnation. There would always be a day when it withered; no matter how great a person's power was, they would eventually sink deep into the abyss and push themselves into it; no matter how brave and wise a person was, they would die in battle and eventually die on the battlefield.

On the New Year's Eve meal, the three of them drank in place of wine. You entered me, I entered him. He entered you, came in, came in, and entered happily. As he did so, he crazily swept the table full of delicious dishes that he was familiar with. The three of them were talking and laughing merrily; they were chatting about interesting things they had seen and sometimes talking about everything in the world. All of them appeared to be harmonious and happy.

Under the same sky, Mu Xinyi was looking at the distant horizon in a daze; Zhang Jun was playing the piano lightly; Cao Jia was watching the Spring Festival Gala; Zhang Fei, Su Xiang, Zhang Han, Zhou Xinmin, Zuo Zhixing, and Bao Hanyong were gathered together to gamble; Chen Hewen was lying quietly on the bed, but he had no heart to sleep; Ye Xuan was humming a lullaby while hugging his young sister; Hou Xinxuan was playing mahjong with her family; Chen Yuxin was walking alone in a deserted park; Zuo Qiang was doing physical training; Chen Fan was drinking wine in a bar; the thinning Mystery was sitting on the balcony;

He didn't have any money, so he went home to celebrate the new year. This is a phrase that every worker who goes out to work always sings when he or she is about to return home to share the New Year with his or her family. It also shows the reverence of the Chinese people for China's oldest traditional culture. Zhang Song welcomed the new. The old year was already a thing of the past, and the new year was just around the corner. In the end, Zhang Song still rushed home to reunite with his family. Going back and forth was, in a sense, an end, but it was also a beginning. Each of them had their own purpose and mission. In the distant future, what would they face? And how would they face it?

Volume II: ”The beauty of the past has had many lives, leaving only the Green Tomb at dusk”