Late at night, Huo Feng was not in a rush to go home, but was busily climbing up and down in Pu Sangzhi's home, hanging up the character "Fu."
He had bought many festive red items, determined to add a touch of New Year atmosphere to Pu Sangzhi's home.
Because he always felt that Pu Sangzhi's house was too quiet.
Huo Feng believed that even if only the mother and daughter lived there, life still needed a sense of ritual. Otherwise, life would be like a lump of mud, slowly making people lose the meaning of life.
You see, the whole point of living is to keep bustling.
Even in a repressed life, you occasionally need embellishments, something to stir things up in a stagnant life, otherwise, life would be too dull.
Later, Huo Feng arrived at Pu Sangzhi's doorstep, stepped up on a stool, and began to paste the couplet.
Outside the house, Pu Sangzhi stood behind him, helping him check if the alignment was correct.
"A little further down... it's slightly crooked, a bit to the left."
