Just past midnight that night.
He Zhenzhen's family was still sound asleep.
The three of them had been sleeping since the afternoon, conserving energy to wake up at midnight and cause trouble.
They had even set an alarm for two o'clock for this purpose.
At midnight, according to Daye Village's customs, people would choose this time to find a spacious area and burn paper money.
This was to pay respects to deceased family members.
"Mom, it's been a good year, so I'll burn more for you. Please bless our descendants with safety and, hopefully, great fortune."
"If you and Dad need anything, just let us know in our dreams, and we'll burn it for you."
"Little Zhe, hurry and bow to your grandparents, so they can bless you with academic success and a chance to attend school in the city."
The firelight flickered, carrying the customs of China and the family's wishes.
The night breeze lifted, carrying sparks high into the air.
A little boy cluelessly pointed skyward.
