When Zhang Guoqing went upstairs at night, as soon as he entered, he saw his wife sitting on the bed, holding a pen, lowering her head writing and doodling in her notebook. "What are you writing?"
When Zhou Jiao saw Zhang Guoqing return, she put down her pen and said, "Brother, I have something to tell you. Promise you won't get mad, okay?"
Zhang Guoqing sat next to her and hugged her, saying, "Tell me, as long as it doesn't hurt you, it's fine."
Hearing his words, Zhou Jiao felt a bit guilty, "I have a holiday at the end of the year, but I don't want to go back home."
For Huaxia people, New Year's Eve is extremely important.
On this day, people prepare to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, and have a reunion dinner. In ancient Huaxia, some prison officials would even allow prisoners to go home to reunite with their families for the New Year, showing how important the reunion dinner was to the ancient Huaxia people.
