On New Year's Eve, Su Huai and his parents were eating dumplings while watching the lackluster Spring Festival Gala.
Mo Hongjuan rambled, "This gala gets worse every year, despite all the national efforts. Back in my youth..."
Su Huai was annoyed and thought, 'In a few years, I might as well feed you shit, and you wouldn't care if it's warm.'
He wolfed down a few dumplings and made his escape.
Before leaving, his good heart took his dad along.
"Where are you going?"
"Setting off firecrackers!"
Once Mo Hongjuan nodded, Su Aijun, feeling pardoned, rushed downstairs with his beloved son.
Their area didn't ban fireworks, but Su Huai wasn't actually fond of them; he just bought four strings of hundred thousand firecrackers.
He left the task of lighting them to his father and opened WeChat to video call Gu.
"What are you doing?"
Gu curiously watched the young man amidst the dark night.
Su Huai replied, "Setting off firecrackers to share some joy with you~~~"
