PS It's still a side story, I don't like skipping, otherwise I will scold, anyway, I am not afraid of scolding.

At night, the sound of firecrackers is bombarding every corner of the city.

On New Year's Eve, a slightly dilapidated street.

A little girl's face was dirty, and she shrank in a corner with difficulty, relying on the cardboard box covering her body to shelter from the cold wind.

Looking at the hot pot restaurant across the street, the girl blinked her eyes and couldn't help swallowing.