"Knock knock knock!"
The knocking on the door was incessant, as if someone was chasing after their life from behind.
"Lian Qingyang, can’t you just knock on the door properly?" Bai Qing immediately knew it was Lian Qingyang outside upon hearing the knocking. Aside from him, no one else would be there.
When Lian Qingyang would knock on the door, he’d exhibit such urgency, as though he bore a grudge against the door.
"I knocked... not that hard though." Lian Qingyang released his hand, thinking about the sound he made just now. It did seem a bit rough, his voice betraying a hint of guilt.
Bai Qing, not amused, tossed the remaining bits of the duck’s feet bones at Lian Qingyang.
With quick reflexes, Lian Qingyang dodged and, at the same time, bumped the two bags he was holding to the side.
"Bai Qing, have you no humanity? To think I brought you all these delicious treats from Sea City." Lian Qingyang cried out loudly; if he hadn’t been careful with the bag’s contents, they might have all fallen out.
"Delicious treats?" Bai Qing immediately zeroed in on one of the bags.
Lian Qingyang obligingly handed over one bag and said, "Here, this one’s for you; this one’s for Sister Xiao Yue."
"You’ve got some conscience." Bai Qing took the bag and merrily went inside, saying, "Xiao Yue, your thrifty little brother has arrived."
Thrifty little brother.
That was Bai Qing’s nickname for Lian Qingyang.
Tang Yue lifted her head and saw Lian Qingyang chasing in, his hands full of food.
Every time Lian Qingyang came, it was as if their place lacked food; he would always bring two big bags – one for Bai Qing, one for her – and never the same items. Each kind of snack was top-of-the-line, hard to get outside, if not outrageously expensive.
"Happy New Year." Tang Yue outright ignored the food in Lian Qingyang’s hands; no matter how she refused, it was futile. She had refused before, but Lian Qingyang would throw tantrums and use all means, especially those expectant, innocent eyes gazing at her that made it impossible to utter a word of rejection.
"Sister Xiao Yue, Happy New Year." Lian Qingyang set down the things and cheerfully handed her a red envelope, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, this is your red packet."
Tang Yue resisted for a long time, not throwing the New Year’s red packet back at him. She said, "Lian Qingyang, I’m older than you. If anyone should be giving lucky money, it should be me to you."
Lian Qingyang blinked his eyes, quickly snatched the red packet back, then with hands spread open in front of Tang Yue, said ingratiatingly, "Sister Xiao Yue, Happy New Year, wish you wealth and prosperity, the red packet please."
Tang Yue: "..."
"Pfft!" Bai Qing, who just opened a packet of chocolate, laughed at Lian Qingyang’s words, and said, "Xiao Yue, your cheap little brother sure knows how to butter you up."
"I’m done with you." Tang Yue took out a prepared red packet from the drawer and handed it over, saying, "Here, take it."
"Wow!" Lian Qingyang excitedly grabbed the red packet. But when he saw that there was only a hundred yuan inside, he was surprised and said, "Sister Xiao Yue, did you prepare the red packet for me in advance?"
Bai Qing interrupted unenthusiastically, "If it really were prepared for you, it’d definitely be ten yuan, not a hundred."
Actually, that’s not quite right. These lucky red packets were just to wish good fortune. If guests came over with children, giving a lucky red packet – even though US$ 100 might be trivial for those guests – was always nice for good luck.
Bai Qing’s comment was half right, half wrong. Indeed, a red packet for Lian Qingyang wouldn’t just be a hundred yuan, but it wouldn’t be ten yuan either – it would be more.
"What do you know, this is from Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang held the red packet close to his chest, then belatedly realized, "Sister Xiao Yue, I still have more good stuff."

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