In the Capital City, Mo Jingchun politely declined every invitation from the elders and friends who had asked him to bring his whole family over to celebrate the New Year together.
It was the New Year, a time for families to reunite. It was better not to join in the festivities.
Staying at a hotel, Mo Jingchun had lavishly ordered a whole table full of dishes.
The Spring Festival was China's most important traditional holiday. On this day, the streets were filled with a lively, festive atmosphere, and countless families lit Red Lanterns and put up couplets.
As night fell, the stars in the sky seemed to shine brighter than usual. Warm light spilled from every window, and the streets grew livelier still, as though the din and festive songs would never end. Walking through the lanes of the residential complex, one could see every building lit up with red lanterns and colorful lights, decorated in a dazzling, charming fashion. The winding paths between the buildings had been transformed into colorful passageways, making it feel as if one had stepped into a fairytale world.
At midnight, amid the festive atmosphere, relatives and friends gathered together to stay up late on New Year's Eve, bid farewell to the old year, and welcome the new one. Everyone felt the warmth of family, friendship, and a deeper sense of human connection. The Spring Festival brought people closer and filled them with greater happiness.
Back in his hometown, Mo Jingchun would have set off fireworks with his family, letting their beautiful bursts light up the night sky.
Unfortunately, they were in the Capital City.
Despite the lights shining from countless homes, only a few people wandered the streets.
It wasn't as lively as he'd imagined, so Mo Jingchun simply took his family straight back