"Bro, it's crooked, paste it a bit higher!"
In the doorway of the new house, He Zhilan, apron-wrapped, was directing He Teng to put up a couplet, and true enough, once the couplet was up, the festive atmosphere of the New Year was felt.
"It's done." He Teng hopped down from the chair, moving it back into the house as he asked He Zhilan behind him, "Kang Xing and the others are coming over tonight, you think you can handle it? Should I come back early to help out?"
"With Dongxue around, we'll manage," smiled He Zhilan.
Nowadays, He Teng was a deputy regimental commander, leading more and more soldiers under him. Many didn't go home for the New Year in the military, and for those like Kang Xing, who'd followed He Teng since joining the army, He Teng couldn't help but treat them a bit specially. Thus, He Teng planned to bring Kang Xing and a few others over for a lively New Year's Eve dinner.
