Time truly flew like an arrow. With a sudden SWOOSH, before anyone knew it, its sharp tip had found its way into every home.
Wherever the arrow passed...
The lakes froze over and frost covered the withered grass. The acrid smell of gunpowder smoke filled the streets and alleys. Even the tightly pasted spring couplets were caught in the biting wind, their corners curling up.
At some point, Chen Yuan stopped waking up naturally in the morning. Instead, while still lost in a drowsy haze, he'd be jolted awake by the never-ending POP, POP, POP of firecrackers outside.
"Whose little brat is that?! So damn annoying!"
That morning, woken up yet again, Chen Yuan clamped a pillow over his ears. Even someone as good-natured as him had finally had enough!
The pillow was no match for the sound of the firecrackers.
He slipped on his house slippers, threw on a down jacket, and headed straight downstairs.
"Cut it out! Stop setting those things off!"
