In the past, these tasks were all done by the children.
This year, Yan Huan doing it himself feels uniquely fun.
"What's next?"
Yan Huan bit the tape while standing on the ladder, sticking the Spring Festival couplets.
Beside him, Aria was holding a basket of oranges, eating while reading out New Year blessings from Yan Huan's phone.
As his social status rose and he met more people, holidays became like this, with his plane, email, phone, and texts all exploding.
His seven or eight phones are not enough.
Now the phone Aria is reading from is one that not very close people know the contact of.
"'Go to hell!' It's from someone named Sakuragi Kagami!"
"Reply to him, Happy New Year."
"Okay... uh, he replied already."
"What?"
"Still 'Go to hell.'"
"..."
Yan Huan was speechless.
It's been so many years, is it necessary?
You'd think he's not over it when he sends messages every holiday and even used to slip money to Qingyu.
