The New Year Left No Room for Rest

After drinking with Lu Guangda—or, more accurately, helping him untie the knot in his heart—

Xu Yun soon followed Li Jue's lead and took his leave, heading to the next "meal delivery stop."

Over the next few hours,

Xu Yun met Wang Ganchang, Zhao Zhongyao, Zhou Guangzhao, and others in turn—and, of course, got plied with plenty of liquor.

As everyone knew,

the liquor in those days was generally poor quality: strong as fire, with no flavor. After a couple of swigs, the people in front of Xu Yun were already starting to sway.

In the end, a woozy Xu Yun was taken back to his hospital room by Mou Fangdong. With firecrackers booming outside, he slept as peacefully as a dead donkey.

Early the next morning,

"Consultant Xu, time to get up!"

Hearing Qiao Caihong's familiar voice, Xu Yun smacked his lips twice without thinking, then slowly opened his eyes.

He yawned, pressed both hands against the bed, and shifted himself up against the headboard.

"Good morning, Comrade Rainbow."

At that, Qiao Caihong shook her head and corrected him seriously, staring right at him.

"Consultant Xu, it's the first day of the lunar New Year. You should say 'Happy New Year' instead."

Xu Yun froze for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant.

Right.

It was the first day of the lunar New Year.

In this era, the first day of the New Year was an extremely important occasion.

That was no exaggeration.

In 2023, if you said "Good morning" instead of "Happy New Year" on New Year's Day, not many people would care about the difference.

But in this era, if you made that mistake, some people really would give you the cold shoulder.

Thinking of this,

Xu Yun quickly cupped his hands toward Qiao Caihong.

"Happy