chaotic world

Zhou Lan left the house at noon and went straight to the company. He has a small office on Huayuan Road and has more than a dozen staff members. Today, as the boss, he has to pack a red envelope for everyone. Xiao Zhang drives a black Ford all the way from Fukaisen Road to Huayuan Road.

The employees are also working happily, waiting for the boss to come by the way. The boss has always been generous. Last year's red envelope was very big, and it must not be small this year. After all, Anren Pharmaceutical is not a large pharmaceutical company in Shanghai, but He has a good relationship with both black and white, and the sales of his medicine are also skyrocketing.

Sure enough, the boss came to the company before lunch, took off the thin sheepskin gloves, Zhou Lan handed the crutches to Xiao Zhang, and took off the black leather jacket with difficulty, wearing only a camel sweater inside.

"Everyone has worked hard," Zhou Lan waved her hand, instead of using Manager Li's help, she handed over the jacket to Xiao Zhang, and took back the crutches, "It's the New Year's Eve, and you are still working hard. I, Mr. Zhou, thank you all."

He smiled and raised his hand to greet everyone, and the male and female employees left their seats to say hello.

"The boss is good, the boss is also very hard."

"Boss Zhou, happy new year."

"Okay, okay..." Zhou Lan returned the salute and walked to his small office, "Manager Li, come with me."

He doesn't come to the company's office very often, because most of the time he has to go out to meet with people from all walks of life, including politics and business.

Manager Li is a typical Shanghainese, shrewd and capable, and quite calculating. The company runs smoothly in his hands. Every time Zhou Lan makes friends with dignitaries and gets approval documents or orders, Manager Li will definitely be able to spend a lot of money. When it is completed, it will never be sloppy, and it will never be sloppy. In short, it is a person who cannot fight the country, but can defend the country.

"Lao Li, thanks to you this year, hey, what are you doing standing up, sit down," Zhou Lan slumped down on the leather sofa, his injured leg was so inflexible that every time he sat down, he seemed to fall down, "at home It's okay, I heard that your wife gave you another son."

"Thank you boss for being considerate of the promotion." Manager Li sat down after thanking him with gratitude, and put half of his buttocks on the opposite sofa, which is by no means a comfortable way to sit. "It happened last week, and the dog will be full moon in ten days. Now, I want to have a drink at that time, I wonder if the boss can appreciate it."

Zhou Lan smiled: "It's a great event for you to have a son, of course I'm going, how about this, I have some friendship with Boss Huang of the Great World, and I'll make a dinner party for you to celebrate, our employees, and A few old people from the pharmaceutical factory are also invited, and it would be nice to have a get-together on your happy occasion."

"Oh, what an embarrassment, the big world spends a lot of money, Aramikon..." Manager Li blurted out in Shanghai dialect when he was excited, "I mean it costs too much. How can a small person like me show off so much?"

Zhou Lan made a pressing gesture and said, "You are welcome too, work hard, my wife is more annoying, and the company's affairs are less concerned, you manage it well, and I will not lose you at any time."

Manager Li stood up and thanked him, and Zhou Lan ignored him as he said what a shame, but took out a check book and started writing.

"This first one is for you, more than last year," he said while writing, "Cash is worthless now, I gave you the check from HSBC, you hurry to cash it, whether it's good for Chengmei or gold, It's up to you individually."

"Thank you, thank you boss, you are thoughtful."

Zhou Lan wrote one by one, and signed out more than a dozen tickets according to different levels.

In the end, it was useless to ask him, so Manager Li hurriedly found out the red envelopes he had prepared earlier and wrapped them up separately.

Finally, accompanied by Manager Li, Zhou Lan distributed red envelopes to everyone in the hall, and everyone opened them on the spot, snorting and pleasantly surprised, and the amount was far beyond his expectation.

Boss Zhou is really kind.

It would be nice to be able to eat in this world. The boss not only gave them a decent job, but also gave them such a big red envelope, which is really great.

Among the employees, there were a few little girls in tight cheongsams, laughing and pushing forward, saying that they wanted to hug Boss Zhou.

Boss Zhou never refused to refuse, and he accepted them one by one with a graceful smile, and even jokingly asked the boss whether he still took concubines or not.

"Girls, please forgive me. The wife in my family is enough for me to serve." Zhou Lan smiled good-naturedly, took out the handkerchief in his suit pocket and wiped his cheeks slightly, "Your perfume, I can't say no when I go home. clear."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Zhou Lan completed the purpose of this trip, so she didn't stay any longer. With Xiao Zhang's help, she put on a fur coat, got in the car and left.

The employees in the company are still sticking to the last shift of this year. One of them, a little girl named Zheng Airu, said: "Oh, our boss is really a rare good man. Let's not talk about his good looks. He is gentle and gentle. Rich and rich, his wife is really blessed."

Another woman said: "Don't you know? The boss's wife is not in good health. It seems to be a mental problem. She didn't give birth to any of the boss's sons."

"Really?" Zheng Airu said in surprise, "The boss is so pitiful, he can do whatever he wants, such a wife is too desperate to panic."

"Xiao Ru," the other party teased, "You don't think you have a crush on the boss, do you? Hee hee, I'd rather be a good man's concubine than a cowardly man's wife. Let me see, you can work hard..."

The two laughed in low voices, but they were caught by Boss Li who had just sent Zhou Lan away, and they only listened to his serious reprimand: "What are you doing, the boss chewed on the bottom of your tongue, carefully fire you, go to work."

The two girls hurriedly dispersed, one stuck out her tongue and the other rolled her eyes behind her back, scolding Manager Li in her heart.

Zhou Lan sneezed a few times in the restaurant, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and finally endured it for a while.It was Chinese New Year, and there were not many people in the restaurant. He faced a big table and four kinds of food alone, and ate slowly.

There is music in the restaurant, tinkling piano music, and he eats silently.

"Mahler's Third Symphony," he thought.

So in this lonely symphony, he ate lunch alone, with a cane between his knees, he quietly smoked the after-dinner cigarette, with his hands resting on the cane, and the smoke rose slowly from his fingertips.

Only music.

Half an hour later, he wrapped his fur coat tightly in the car. His car was crossing the Huangpu River on a riverboat. He had two factories in the desolate Pudong. Soothing.

He held a meeting for the technical workers in the factory, and he said some inspiring words. By the time he finished distributing the big red envelopes, it was already afternoon

After crossing the river and rushing back, there may be the sound of firecrackers as soon as it gets dark. I don't know if Shumei will be afraid. The family has prepared several sedatives. I am afraid that she will go crazy and do something that will hurt herself.

Back to Fukaisen Road, night has fallen.

"Boss..." Xiao Zhang knew that Zhou Lan was in a hurry to go home, and the car had been driving very fast, but now it suddenly slowed down, "There seems to be someone at the door."

Zhou Lan became vigilant and groped under the seat.

He had too many debts and enemies in his previous life, and he was always afraid that something bad would happen to him one day.

"Drive slowly," he leaned behind Xiao Zhang, the human flesh and the seat are the best shields, he carefully exposed one eye to look ahead, "If you find something wrong, step on the accelerator and rush over, don't stop."

"Okay, Boss." Xiao Zhang responded and continued driving with all his energy.

So the moment the headlights turned, the man next to the doorpost appeared.

Although it was only a moment of light, Zhou Lan knew who was coming from the outline of the chin under the top hat.

"Why are you standing here?" The car stopped at the door, and Zhou Lan rolled down the window, watching Du Yunfeng wrapped in a coat with the collar up to his chin.

Winter in Shanghai is cold, especially on the last day of the twelfth lunar month.

"Waiting for you." Du Yunfeng approached the car single-handedly, opened his mouth in a cloud of white gas, he said hesitantly, "I want to spend a new year with you."

Chinese New Year is a day of family reunion.

There are elders in the family, and it is only natural for the younger generation to go home.

But the other party is asking for his consent.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhou Lan still asked through the car window. The doorman of the other party's New Year's Eve is standing here like a god, and it's not as simple as wanting to celebrate the New Year together. Is it open for you?"

When he said it, his mind cleared up.

Because there is another person in his family who is not convenient to see people.

Du Yunfeng, waiting for him in the cold night, just wanted to spend a new year with him, but he shrank here timidly, afraid of disturbing his wife.

Zhou Lan sighed, pushed the car door, and got out of the car by herself.

"Xiao Zhang, you drive the car in first, and tell your family that Yunfeng will have a New Year's Eve dinner with us at night, so prepare more."

He said it tactfully, saying that he was preparing for the New Year's Eve, but in fact he reminded the old mother at home to take good care of his wife, so as not to be frightened by meeting strangers suddenly.

Shumei is poor.

But Du Yunfeng did nothing wrong.

He walked side by side with Du Yunfeng, and entered the courtyard. This courtyard was not as luxurious and spacious as their original house in Tianjin. When Zhou Lan bought this house, he wanted to be quiet in the middle of the noise, so it was not too conspicuous.

He is a down and out man, holding mountains of gold and silver in his hands, but without trusted assistants and neat hands and feet, he can no longer be as reckless as he was when he was young. Eyeballs bring disaster.

"The New Year's Eve dinner at home has always been simple, and this year is also simple," Zhou Lan said while walking, "Shumei wants to eat alone, and this year's uncle is in the same situation, so we can't eat together. If you don't mind, just go with uncle." .”

"Okay," Du Yunfeng agreed without thinking, "I'm with you, it's better than me alone."

Zhou Lan glanced at him and said nothing.

Sure enough, as Zhou Lan said, there is really no sense of the year in Zhou's house. Although the servants and Du Jun's soldiers tried their best to decorate the house years ago, and all the New Year's goods were bought, what this house lacks is popularity.

There are several people living upstairs and downstairs, but they all stay at home. In the whole building, except for the occasional servants, only Xiaobao is full of energy like a small cannonball, and will bounce to the dumb uncle to show off the new gift After a while, he rushed upstairs to show cuteness to his father and Aunt Mei.

Zhou Lan's New Year's Eve is naturally eaten with his wife.

Shumei was in good spirits. After being lethargic for a day, she woke up in the evening. She held the photo in her hand and looked at it vigorously.

Zhou Lan tapped her fingertips to show her, only to hear him say: "Here, brother, you should remember that I used to take him back to Tianjin every time I came from outside the pass. His name is Du Yunfeng. He is not a bad person. He is my brother." , He goes home to celebrate the New Year, afraid to scare you, he dare not go upstairs, don't be afraid, if you bump into him by accident, just call me, I promise he won't hurt you, okay?"

Shumei's eyes wandered, she stared at the photo, then looked around, unable to hide her nervousness.

Zhou Lan sighed.

"Ma'am, don't be afraid. You are safe by my side. I will never let anyone touch your finger again." He put the photo away and put it in his pocket. "I promise, don't be afraid."

Shumei nodded nervously.

Zhou Lan could see that she was still very scared.

Just be afraid, I said these just in case, in case of bumping into each other in this building, it's better for Shumei to be mentally prepared than nothing.

Thinking about the situation that day, Zhou Lan's hands were aching.

"Madam, let's have dinner." Zhou Lan sat down next to Shumei. The New Year's Eve dinner was the same upstairs and downstairs. Whatever they ate, the dumb uncle and Xiaobao downstairs ate the same.

Xiaobao loves this dish, he thought.

This dish is the taste of Yunfeng.

Uncle Dumb should drink more of this soup, which is good for growing bones.

While he was eating quietly with Shumei, he was distracted. He even thought of the embarrassing thing that he and Du Yunfeng went to Fengtian to have a big meal a long time ago, and they couldn't walk in the end.

After eating and eating, he burst out laughing.

Shumei looked up at him, and bit the tip of her chopsticks in confusion, "Master!" she said softly.

"Madam," Zhou Lan's thoughts returned to her, and he gently shook her hand, "Madam, I am your husband. You should call me by my name. It is not appropriate to call you young master."

"I...," Shumei stammered nervously, "I..., Mu..., young master..." Shumei lowered her head in embarrassment.

Zhou Lan sighed, and stopped pressing. Shumei was greatly stimulated. She maintained her life according to the previous habit. Although she trusted and relied on herself psychologically, she admitted and forgot about the relationship between husband and wife for a while.

They were both married, but Shumei still called him young master one after another. Even though they had slept together for so long, Shumei could lie on his chest quietly, but she still didn't dare to feel that she was the wife he was marrying.

When she wanted to be with him, he didn't want her.He carried a big sedan chair and married him in, but her mind was still at the stage of a girl, and she didn't dare to step into her man's world.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhou Lan took Shumei downstairs to greet the dumb uncle. When he went downstairs, he held Shumei in his arms. Xiaobao jumped down the stairs with a smile and rushed into the dumb uncle's room.

"Uncle, Dad and Aunt Mei are here to wish you New Year's greetings!"

It was not midnight yet, but Shumei was afraid of the sound of firecrackers, so she went downstairs to greet her elders in advance.

Entering Uncle Dumb's room, the grandfather clock in the corner just struck nine times. Uncle Dumb was sitting in a wheelchair under a blanket, looking much better than in the hospital.

"Uncle, Shumei and I are here to wish you New Year's greetings." Zhou Lan hugged Shumei tightly, looking around the room for a week.

Did not see Du Yunfeng.

The dumb uncle shook his hand, made a sound and made gestures.

"Uncle, yes, you are the only elder in the family." Zhou Lan put her arms around Shumei and pulled her to kneel on the thick carpet. Happy New Year to you."

Uncle Dumb had inconvenient legs and feet, but he still bent down to help them as much as possible. Zhou Lan pulled Shumei, who had been bowing her head, to stand up.

Uncle Dumb took out several red envelopes from his inner pocket at this time, stuffed a thick one into Zhou Lan's hand, and stuffed it hard into his pocket.

"Hey, thank you uncle." Zhou Lan accepted it with a smile. He was really happy to see the dumb uncle. Although he waved his hand to prevent him from paying New Year's greetings, he had already prepared the red envelope.

Xiaobao couldn't wait a long time ago, "Uncle," he yelled, "It's my turn to give you New Year greetings, and I want a big red envelope too."

The little boy kowtowed, raised his head and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Uncle, happy new year."

The dumb uncle pulled Xiaobao up, lovingly hushed the top of his head, and stuffed him with the red envelope.

Zhou Lan smiled without saying a word, but looked around.

Du Yunfeng had no reason to leave without saying goodbye.

Xiao Bao stood up and ran around the room, "Hey, where's the big uncle? Dad, is the big uncle still there when eating? When did he leave?"

"Well," Zhou Lan replied in a low voice, but his gaze fell on the floor-to-ceiling curtain at the corner of the balcony.

"Hey!" Xiaobao, a clever little ghost, quickly caught his sight, and before Zhou Lan could say anything to stop him, he had already jumped over and opened the curtains.

"Big Uncle!"

Du Yunfeng didn't move, but looked nervously at Zhou Lan and the person in his arms.

Sure enough, Shumei shuddered.

Zhou Lan reacted quickly and hugged her tightly.

"Shumei, don't be afraid," he put his arms around Shumei, stroking the back of her head with one hand, "it's the elder brother, the elder brother in the photo, he is not a bad person."

Shumei was trembling, and stuck her head in his arms like an ostrich.

Du Yunfeng didn't dare to move, he looked at Zhou Lan questioningly.

"Shumei, listen to me," Zhou Lan said close to Shumei's ear, "It's big brother, don't be afraid, I'm here, look at him, he won't touch you."

He winked at Du Yunfeng, and Du Yunfeng opened his eyes wide, confirming that Zhou Lan's intention was to get him closer.

Zhou Lan nodded.

Du Yunfeng approached dubiously, but he didn't dare to get too close, he walked to the side of Uncle Dumb's wheel, about two steps away from the opponent, he stopped moving forward.

Zhou Lan comforted Shumei and whispered something in her ear. Shumei showed a glint in his arms with a flickering expression, and secretly looked at the big, motionless man who seemed to be smiling. It's like avoiding it.

"Really? It's the elder brother in the photo, right?" Zhou Lan hugged him, stroking her long hair one by one, "Elder brother is a member of the family, he will not hurt you, don't be afraid."

Shumei trembled and trembled all over, not knowing if she understood.

"Okay, let's see you again with Dumb Uncle and Big Brother, shall we go upstairs?" Zhou Lan looked at Du Yunfeng and said to Shumei.

Shumei nodded desperately.

She is still afraid.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly to Du Yunfeng, smiled with the dumb uncle and went upstairs with her arms around Shumei.

Fortunately, it was much better than he thought.

Originally, he expected to meet Du Yunfeng as soon as he opened the door, but he didn't know how Shumei would react.

Unexpectedly, Du Yunfeng hid himself.

He came to "home" to celebrate the New Year, but he seemed to be a thief.

While thinking, he took Shumei upstairs to settle down.

The servants in the building are all women. The one who waits on Shumei all the year round is an old woman in her 50s who speaks little and winks. They call her Sister Huang.

"Master, this is my wife's medicine. Doctor Yu said it's better to take an injection at night, otherwise, before the fifth day, the firecrackers will be too loud at night, and my wife may be overwhelmed." Sister Huang kindly suggested with Wu Nong's soft accent. .

In Shumei's condition, sedatives should be used every night, but Zhou Lan thought that would be too troublesome, so he would rather not sleep well and hold her all night than give her drugs.

At the turn of midnight, firecrackers are bound to explode everywhere. Shumei was frightened by the gunshots during the Battle of Tianjin and was afraid of the sudden noise. It seems that this injection still needs to be used.

Seeing that her master didn't object, Sister Huang took the injection box that had already been sterilized. Zhou Lan took out the liquid medicine with ease, pulled Shumei's arm, and slowly pushed the medicine in while coaxing softly.

Shumei's eyes gradually calmed down, and she gradually softened. Sister Huang helped Zhou Lan clean his wife and went downstairs.

The young master was still playing downstairs, laughing and laughing in the dumb uncle's room with the big guest who came to him today. Sister Huang didn't need to be told, she knew that she should clean up the guest room and come out.

Zhou Lan accompanied Shumei to sleep in the bedroom, sitting alone under the lamp, cutting Shumei's nails with nothing to do.

Shumei's hands were thin and yellow, with no flesh but bones, as if she was about to scratch at any moment.

There was the sound of firecrackers outside, Zhou Lan listened intently, hesitating whether to watch the New Year with the sleeping Shumei, or go downstairs to see the old and the young.

Of course, there is also the one who is neither old nor young.

At this time, he heard a light knock on the door, and a cautious voice came into his ears: "Dad, are you asleep? Can I go to the big uncle's house?"

Zhou Lan adjusted the direction of the desk lamp and brought Shumei into the darkness. He opened the door with light steps, only to see Xiaobao standing outside the door nervously, with an expectant look on his raised face: "Daddy?"

"What are you going to his house for? It's Chinese New Year." Zhou Lan leaned slightly and asked him in a low voice.

"It's because of the Chinese New Year," a voice came from the corner of the stairs, Zhou Lan turned his head, saw Du Yunfeng under the dim wall lamp at the corner, and only heard him say, "Xiaobao hasn't let off the firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. It's inconvenient for you. My big yard has plenty of firecrackers." If you don't worry, Xiaobing can play with him for a while, I will take him away now."

Zhou Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, Xiaobao is a child, so he can't ask too much, and Du Yunfeng said "if you don't worry", he has nothing to worry about.

"Go, come back early." Zhou Lan patted Xiaobao's head, then turned to Du Yunfeng's direction, "Then I'll bother you, don't let him come back too late."

"Do you... want to go with Xiaobao?" Du Yunfeng asked suddenly.

"I won't go." Zhou Lan replied without thinking

The two of them, separated by Xiaobao, looked at each other without stopping.

After a while, Xiaobao's footsteps sounded downstairs, and the wooden floor amplified the sound of the child's cheerfulness.

The building was completely quiet, there was no sound at all, and the sound of firecrackers outside became thicker, ringing from far and near.

Zhou Lan stroked Shumei's forehead lightly. She was in a deep sleep and completely disconnected from the outside world.

He sat in the study alone, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly, listening to the earth-shattering festivities rumbling outside.

I don't know which firecracker is from which yard, Xiaobao must be very happy.

In the past, Xiaobao celebrated the New Year in Tianjin, he and Du Yunfeng were outside the customs, and did not spend the New Year with that child. Later, when he came to Shanghai, he was worried about going to Shumei. This building is as quiet as a hospital or a church every day, except that it doesn't feel like a home.

Xiaobao is still a lively and active child.

Du Yunfeng has a playful and playful personality, always acting wild, and he must be very fond of Xiaobao.

Zhou Lan stared at the quietly rising blue cloud of smoke, thinking, let alone father and son.

Then, he recalled in a wandering way, that year, when he was in the hospital ward during the New Year's Eve, He Si was barefoot and frail to curry favor with him.

If time could be turned back and he could feel the sincerity that was so affectionate, how could he be so unkind and so harsh on him.

The soot fell on the ground, and it was unknown when it was burned.

He only felt a slight movement of his fingers, and someone picked the cigarette butt from his fingertips.

Suddenly he opened his eyes wide, and saw Du Yunfeng kneeling beside his chair, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

"You..." He opened his mouth and asked.

Just after he uttered a word, Du Yunfeng put a finger on his lips.

"Is your wife asleep?" Du Yunfeng asked in a low voice, deliberately suppressing his voice, "Don't scare her."

Zhou Lan nodded and cleared her throat: "She got an injection, she should be fine, where is my son?"

"Fall asleep," Du Yunfeng smiled handsomely, "The little guy is very happy, he has had enough trouble, he fell asleep in the car back, and I carried him into his bedroom."

"Okay." Zhou Lan said in a low voice.

One was sitting, the other half-kneeling, and the two of them suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Lan glanced at him, then looked away, thinking about how to ease the strange atmosphere.

But Du Yunfeng did not avoid him, he watched his every move, and before he could speak, Du Yunfeng got closer and asked, "What about you?"

Zhou Lan turned to look at him, but he was very close, and he said hesitantly, "What am I?"

"Are you happy?" Du Yunfeng looked at him intently.

"Me?" Zhou Lan turned his eyes away again and lowered his head, "I'm happy, the old and the young are all fine, and if there is no accident at home, I am very happy."

Du Yunfeng was silent.

The air was quiet again.

Suddenly, Du Yunfeng raised his hand and put his arms around the opponent's shoulder.

"Stop talking nonsense," he hugged and captivated the other party, "Sitting here alone smoking a cigarette during Chinese New Year, where can you be happy?"

Involuntarily, he wrapped himself around the person and pulled him aside.

Zhou Lan was startled, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he could only reprimand him in a low voice, "What are you going to do again?"

"What can I do!" Du Yunfeng hugged his back and pushed him towards the window, "I'm here to celebrate the New Year with you. I've finished taking care of the old and the young. Can you leave me alone?"

Through the wooden window of the study room at the attic, Zhou Lan saw the busy little soldiers downstairs, and in the yard with a thin snowfall, a few black shadow cats were arranging something.

"You don't want to go to my place either," Du Yunfeng hugged him with one arm, pushed open the window with the other, and whispered in his ear, "I can only bring the firecrackers here. Don't be hard on yourself, you're not old and young , living so aggrieved, you take care of the whole family, there must be someone who takes care of you, right?"

"I can't set off firecrackers!" Zhou Lan said eagerly.

"I know, I'm not a fool," Du Yunfeng hugged him tightly, and pressed him into his coat. Zhou Lan's hair rubbed against his chin, just like many years ago, when he was riding a horse with his arms around him, It made his heart go soft.

I only heard him say: "The fuzes of the firecrackers have all been dismantled, and my little soldiers are all good at blasting. I know how to make it quiet, and I can still make flowers."

Sure enough, as soon as he waved his hand, the soldiers downstairs understood. Someone lit a match, and a small flame immediately ignited the laid firewood. It's getting more and more colorful and vigorous, like a flowing fire dragon, decorating the courtyard downstairs with fire and flowers.

Wan Lai returned to silence, and in the early hours of the morning, Zhou Lan forgot to move.

In this warm embrace, I watched his nightless days alone, and ushered in the new year amidst the bright lights and fireflies everywhere.

And Du Yunfeng didn't make any further moves, he just hugged him quietly, and watched the beautiful scenery in front of him with him, very satisfied with the current moment.

The spring of 1942 came later than in previous years. It was March in the Gregorian calendar, and the weather was still cold. However, what is even more chilling is the current situation.

The Wang puppet government ruled Shanghai with the support of the Japanese. They established the country peacefully in name, but in fact they were much less confident than Chongqing. Because there was no sufficient military support, the rule of terror became the best means.

The author has something to say:

They are finally celebrating Chinese New Year together again. The last time was the fireworks in 1932. It has been ten years. Please go to bed soon, please?True ink!It will be updated before ten o'clock tomorrow.