As the year approaches, the streets are everywhere adorned with red lanterns, and the stalls by the roadside are filled with red couplets. Everything in sight is a sea of red, even the clothes stalls set up by the vendors radiate with a festive spirit.
Some children are on the streets wearing cotton-padded jackets, setting off firecrackers that go off with loud bangs, bringing a smile to Cheng Su's face.
The festive atmosphere these days is still quite strong, unlike in the twenty-first century when the more society progressed, the more the festive spirit seemed to dwindle, and the New Year felt devoid of any atmosphere.
Taking the bus to the factory, in front of her, a vast expanse of brand-new factory buildings came into view, and near the factory, there were also small houses constructed or simple sheds erected, starting small businesses.
Cheng Su got off the bus, nearly thinking she had gone to the wrong place, but the entrance was indeed her own company's.
