Waiting for You in a City

As the Spring Festival was getting closer and closer, Xu Qin was busy commuting to work as usual. At first, he had no feeling for the Chinese New Year. He thought the New Year taste was weak, but he didn't think the festival atmosphere was strong in Wufang Street.

When commuting through the streets through work, every household is full of joy.

The uncle was busy clearing all kinds of balances, and the aunt also started to buy new year's goods, and also cut the window grilles.

Zhai Miao tried a few scissors to cut the duck into a goose.

Xu Qin, played quietly for a while, and made a beautiful butterfly play peony. Since she was a child, she is good at handwork and three-dimensional carving, not to mention drawing on a plane.

Zhai Miao can only sigh: "I can't compare you with a scalpel. I'm still making a paste."

The aunt pulled Xu Qin aside and gave her a card.

Xu Qin is strange: "What is this?"

"Yan Yan's dad has a house, and after he lives with us, the house is rented out. The rent is in the card. This money, Yan Yan moved once when he was 20 years old. The card was given to me eight years later. Now, it ’s filial piety to us. Where can I ask your uncle to give him money?

Xu Qin shook his head: "I don't want it."