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The Lunar New Year is relatively early this year, and New Year's Eve ushered in the second week of the winter vacation.It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to define New Year's Eve as my favorite day of the year because it's when my family feels most like a family.

Every year on New Year's Eve, my parents will drive separately. The knight and I will take my dad's car and arrive at my grandpa's house at about three or four o'clock in the afternoon.My mother is a local, and it only takes more than an hour to drive back to celebrate the New Year, from the North Fourth Ring Road to the South Fourth Ring Road.Then we would get together downstairs as a group of four, with my dad knocking on the door as a representative.

I didn't go back to my dad's hometown for the Spring Festival. He is from the south, and he didn't seem to go back much after he came out to study in college.I think he doesn't like the small town where he grew up, and even wants to hide the traces of his youth.Grandparents are even more like strangers to me, and he never mentioned them to me.

I like my grandma and grandpa very much, and I lived with them before elementary school.They are old intellectuals, college professors before retirement, open-minded and interesting people.

They treat the knight no differently than they treat me, and I even think my grandpa likes him a little better.The two of them seem to have forgotten their friendship, because they both love to read, and every time I meet my grandpa, I have to drag him to chat non-stop.He would always give him a book list as if he was assigning homework, and let him go back and read it carefully.

As for me, grandpa knows that I am a lazy person who is "ignorant and incompetent", so he will not make things difficult for me.

When they got together and said something unintelligible, I would help my grandma in the kitchen.

In fact, I don’t need any help. My main job is to stand aside with a fruit plate and make wisecracks.She gave me a lot of face, no matter what I said, she could answer it, and she was very supportive.My grandma used to teach art, and appreciating and pursuing beauty is an important part of her life.She was a beautiful girl when she was young, and she is also an old lady who likes to dress up when she is old.So I could please her without doing anything, and my looks helped a lot.

The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner was not bad, although I was basically talking and grandma and grandpa were laughing.My parents are like two uncomfortable guests, they won't talk unless Grandpa asks.Even so I'm excited because seeing such a family sitting together is just happy enough.

I have never been able to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and this year is no exception.Before ten o'clock, I couldn't help winking at the knight, and dragged him out to set off fireworks.

A group of people gathered around the main road in the community and set off firecrackers. Not far away, a five or six-year-old child was jumping around with a firework stick. The child's father followed him around while shouting "be careful".

The knight is carrying a bag, which contains the fireworks that my grandfather bought for me in advance.I took out two firework sticks and handed one to the knight. He shook his head and said, "You can play."

I asked him to ignite it for me, and when I ignited, I realized that the one in my hand was much more advanced than the one in the child's hand, with a larger size and brighter sparks.

In a moment of playfulness, I got close to the child and knelt down to show him.Not saying a word, just shaking in front of his eyes, is the behavior of an annoying spirit.

The child stared at me with wide eyes, yearning.I grinned: "My name is Dawang Fireworks. It's very powerful. You can't do it."

"Are you naive?" The knight stood behind me with a smile and helplessness in his tone.

The kid threw the fireworks stick in his hand, pointed at me and raised his head to look for his father: "I want that too!"

The child's father bent down: "Go and ask your brother if he can give you one."

The child stared at me timidly, and stood there with his fists clenched, as if he was embarrassed to speak.When I became fussy, my psychological age was not much older than him, so the more he salivated at my fireworks stick, the more cheerful I was waving it.

After a while, the knight couldn't stand it anymore, took out two and handed them to the child: "Here you are."

I pretended to be angry and turned to look at him: "I didn't agree."

He lifted his foot and kicked my butt lightly: "I almost got you."

The two in my hand burned out, and I took two new ones. Seeing that the one in the child's hand had already been ignited, I urged the knight: "Hurry up!"

I ran and jumped and screamed while playing with fireworks. This kind of energy drove the kid crazy, and he giggled and ran after me.

The knight shouted almost at the same time as the child's father: "Run!"

I jumped and turned around to look at him, and found him standing not far away from the child's father, watching me and the child arguing here, as if he was my guardian and I was only five or six years old.I don't feel ashamed at all, I only have happiness in my head.

Looking at the half-burned fireworks in my hand, I had an idea and said to the child: "Show you something more fun!"

Then I ran towards the knight almost at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and shouted: "Turn around, turn around!"

He froze for a moment, and finally turned around slowly when I ran up to him.

I put my feet on the ground and jumped onto his back.He subconsciously grabbed my legs.I put my head next to his ear: "Run, run, run!"

He didn't move, and turned his face slightly: "Go down, don't be crazy."

In fact, as long as he lets go, I will fall, but he has been holding me tightly.

I stretched my arms and twisted on his back: "It's Chinese New Year, don't spoil the fun! Let's run, let's run!" I lowered my head and secretly kissed him on the neck.

He sighed: "I really obey you." The tone was reluctant, but the body obeyed.He quickly started running in circles, and started spinning again as he ran.I was thrown so that my arms and legs flew up, and I couldn't help shouting and laughing.

The fireworks in my hand had burned out when he just started running, so I freed my hand and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, laughing and shouting: "Run further! Further!"

When he really ran to a place where there were no people on his back, I put my arms on his shoulders and used my strength to jump up.

I twisted my neck vigorously, no matter where I was, I gave him a kiss on the face, it's not an exaggeration to say licking, it's probably the way a puppy licks its owner.

He hid first, then pinched my leg to warn me, then laughed instead, stopped all movements and stood still.I instinctively felt that he was angry, so I calmed down a little, stared at his side face, and obediently admitted my mistake on his back: "I won't make trouble anymore, I really won't make trouble anymore, don't be angry... Brother..."

He turned his head to face me, nose touching mine.Seeing that he had no expression, I was a little flustered. I opened my mouth to continue admitting my mistake, but he suddenly kissed me.I was shuddered by his menacing breath.

It was an aggressive kiss, and when it was over he didn't look away, just staring at me.I was so hot from seeing him that I had no choice but to bury my head into his neck and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up and go home, grandma should be in a hurry..."

"What's the hurry?" He said casually.

"It's been so long since she came out, she's waiting for us to go back..."

"No, it's less than half an hour."

I realized he was teasing me, it was nasty.I had no choice but to pretend to be a tortoise and stop talking.

He didn't let me go, and chuckled: "Have you played enough? How about I run around behind your back? Or do you want to set off fireworks with that kid again?"

Bad, he is too bad!I suddenly raised my calf and kicked him: "Go home!"

He finally walked slowly: "Have you really played enough?"

I took a bite on his shoulder through his coat, and it wasn't until after the bite that I realized that the gain was not worth the loss—the coat was thick, so he would definitely not hurt, but I ate a mouthful of hair.

He lifted me up and said softly: "Okay, then go home."