Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

The rocket shot into the sky and exploded into a tiny flower.

Afterwards, she played with firecrackers, little bees, peacocks spreading their tails, and so on... Baima had a great time.

As midnight approached, she finally got tired of playing and sat down on a rock by the roadside.

Wenjing handed her a bottle of water: "Are you tired?"

Baima took the drink, sipped it, and shook her head: "Not tired! Just a little sleepy..."

Wenjing sat down next to her and reached out to help her tidy her wind-blown hair.

Baima leaned on Wenjing's shoulder and yawned: "Sister-in-law, you're so kind."

Wenjing was a little embarrassed by her sudden praise: "Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"I just think you're good."

Baima was so sleepy and confused that she spoke without thinking: "I feel like you're different from other women. My brother is really lucky to have found you..."

Other women...

Wenjing didn't speak, but looked up at Ding Heng not far away.

The man was squatting on the ground, picking up the fireworks debris and stacking the empty boxes one by one.

Twelve o'clock.

Fireworks and firecrackers resounded throughout the old town suburbs, crackling and popping incessantly.

Ding Heng's phone started vibrating in his pocket, with messages popping up one after another.

Upon closer inspection, the first message was actually from Wen Shu.

[Wen Shu]: Happy New Year, brother-in-law! Wishing you great wealth, good health, and all the best in the new year! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]

[Ding Heng]: Happy New Year.

Ding Heng: [Transfer: 8888]

They received it instantly.

[Wen Shu]: Thank you, brother-in-law!!! Brother-in-law is the best in the world!!!

Ding Heng didn't reply and scrolled down.

[Lucky Zhao]: Happy New Year, Brother Ding Heng!!!

[Lucky Little Zhao]: Have you missed me? When are you coming to see me? [Little cat looking forward to it.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Happy New Year.

[Ding Heng]: Didn't we say we'd meet after the fifth day of the lunar new year?

[Lucky Zhao]: Couldn't it have been earlier? [Crying kitten.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Good boy... [pats head.jpg]

[Lucky Little Zhao]: Oh... [cute kitten.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: By the way, is Xiao Jingjing next to you?

【丁衡】：In.

[Lucky Zhao]: Then give her a kiss for me! [Kitten kissing.jpg]

Ding Heng glanced at Wen Jing, who was not far away accompanying Bai Ma, put away his phone, and did not reply.

Scroll down, and you'll find Longhe.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Happy New Year, brother!!!

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon laughing.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Happy New Year. When is the concert?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: April! Changsha Station! I'll reserve a ticket for you then!

Ding Heng: Okay.

Finally, it's Hua Qing.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Sky】: Happy New Year.

Just four simple words.

[Ding Heng]: Happy New Year.

[Ding Heng]: What are you doing at home, senior?

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Watching the Spring Festival Gala, how about you?

[Ding Heng]: We just finished setting off fireworks.

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: Get some rest early, goodnight.

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

The conversation remained utterly pointless, as if it were just a routine task being performed...

Ding Heng put away his phone and went over to stack the last few empty boxes.

Baima was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, and she fell into a deep sleep leaning on Wenjing's shoulder.

Wenjing looked up at Ding Heng: "Are you going back?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng bent down and picked up Bai Ma. The little girl was so light that she weighed almost nothing.

"Mmm...oh...oh..."

She mumbled something in her sleep, then drifted off to sleep again.

Ding Heng didn't understand, but guessed it was Tibetan.

The car started and drove away from the old street.

Baima lay in the back seat, curled up in a small ball, breathing evenly.

Wenjing sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

Fireworks were still rising sporadically in the distance, exploding in the night sky before dissipating.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year……"

Chapter 152: Three Sisters-in-Law

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was just getting light.

Although fireworks are banned in the city, you can still occasionally hear sporadic firecracker sounds.

Ding Heng came downstairs early, and Qu Zhen and Ding Wenjie sat at the dining table, tidying up neatly.

"Dad, Auntie, Happy New Year!"

Ding Heng greeted him with a smile.

Qu Zhen immediately took out a red envelope, a thick stack of red envelopes, and handed it over.

"Xiao Ding, may the new year bring you peace and good fortune."

"Thank you auntie."

Ding Heng didn't stand on ceremony and readily put it in his pocket.

Sister Jiang brought out several bowls of steaming hot porridge from the kitchen. Qu Zhen picked up a spoon, stirred it, and glanced towards the stairs.

"What's wrong with Baima? She knows we're going back to Tibet today but she's still not up. Did she stay up all night playing games again last night?"

She put down her spoon, her tone as helpless as ever: "Sister Jiang, go up and call her to hurry up and pack, so she doesn't miss the flight."

"it is good."

Sister Jiang responded and wiped her hands before going upstairs.

A moment later, hurried footsteps echoed on the stairs, and Sister Jiang ran downstairs, looking flustered.

"Boss, Baima...she seems to be feeling unwell!"

Qu Zhen paused, her spoon still in her hand, and Ding Wenjie also put down his teacup.

Several people followed Sister Jiang upstairs and pushed open the door to Baima's bedroom.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.

Baima was curled up in the blanket, only half of her face was showing, one hand was tightly covering her lower abdomen, and her whole body was arched.

Her usually round and fair face was now scrunched up, and her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

"Pema!"

Qu Zhen walked over quickly and reached out to touch her forehead: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"My old problem, stomachache..."

Baima's voice was weak, her eyes were half-open, and her lips were pale: "Mom... my stomach hurts so much..."

Qu Zhen's brows furrowed instantly: "Could it be that something was wrong with last night's New Year's Eve dinner?"

Ding Heng stepped forward and took the blame: "It has nothing to do with the New Year's Eve dinner. It's probably because I stayed outside for too long while setting off fireworks last night... and caught a cold."

Quzhen didn't blame her; she simply reached out to tuck the blanket around Baima, her face showing reluctance.

Ding Wenjie spoke up at the opportune moment: "Given Baima's condition, she probably won't be able to return to Tibet. Why don't we leave her in Xingcheng and let Ding Heng stay as well..."

"Ding Heng".

Qu Zhen turned to Ding Heng and sighed softly, "Bai Ma's old ailment has been going on for a while now. He can recover after taking some medicine and resting for a couple of days. Logically, I should stay, but I have to go back to Tibet."

She didn't say much, but Ding Heng understood.