As firecrackers rang out, the old year passed while the warm spring breeze brought joy.
Across countless households with the sun shining bright, everyone changed their old talismans for new.
Spring rain fell gently, but the air in the town lacked the freshness that usually follows a rain. The sounds of firecrackers echoed everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder filled the streets. Children ran around in the rain, eagerly searching for some dry firecrackers to set off. Some of them truly crackled, causing the kids' eyes to shine with delight.
The New Year has come...
Qin Yi held an oiled paper umbrella, standing outside the town as he gazed at the firecracker-filled scene. He realized that the customs of the Qian Kingdom were quite similar to those of his own homeland—they also celebrated the Spring Festival.
It really brought back memories; finally, he found something familiar in this foreign world.
He wondered if Nan Li also had such festive customs...
Even if they did, Li Qingjun probably had no time to celebrate the New Year right now.