No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1713 Arnold Simmons Extra (79)
"If you don’t want to compete with me, then go outside."
Hannah agreed and took a couple of steps outside, then backed back in, leaning against the doorframe and poking her head out to ask him, "When will you be done washing? I want to go out and set off fireworks."
She had bought a lot of sparklers and had been waiting for tonight all along.
"You can go set them off in the yard," Arnold Simmons suggested after a moment’s thought.
In the yard?
Hannah glanced out the window, where the red glow of lanterns settled and the silhouettes of banyan trees were faintly visible in a corner.
Although it wasn’t very spacious, it was still large enough for fireworks.
But Hannah still wanted to go outside to set them off.
"It’s livelier outside, can I go there?" she asked.
She wasn’t very familiar with the roads in the north part of the city; she only remembered there were many winding alleys when she arrived, with old neighborhoods and dense bungalows nearby, and also a large residential population.
She thought that there would probably be many people going outside to set off fireworks now.
Arnold Simmons looked up towards the window view, "Outside it’s all groups of children."
What he meant was, do you want to play with the kids?
Without a second thought, Hannah replied naturally and quickly, "I’m a child too!"
Arnold Simmons paused in his movement and turned to look at her, his words laced with laughter, "Alright, you are a child. So, as a child, can you sit nicely on the sofa and wait for me to finish the dishes first?"
The Spring Festival Gala on the TV had just reached the most popular comedy sketch of the night, and hearing the noise, Hannah obediently nodded, "Okay, I’ll wait for you on the sofa. Take your time, no rush."
Before she finished speaking, she was already out of sight.
Just a moment ago she was urging him to hurry up, and now she was telling him to take his time.
By the time Arnold Simmons finished tidying up the dishes, Hannah was already impatiently dressed in her coat, holding a bag of fireworks in her hand, standing at the door like a child waiting to be taken out by a parent.
Arnold Simmons glanced at the still-open TV and asked her, "You’re not watching the Spring Festival Gala anymore?"
Hannah couldn’t contain the urge to dash outside, "I can watch the rerun tomorrow."
With that, she trotted over to turn off the TV and then scampered back to her original spot.
Arnold Simmons changed his clothes and then took her outside.
The hubbub separated by a door surged in like a tide the moment the door was opened.
The northern district was exceptionally bustling tonight, and even from within the courtyard, one could see children running outside, each with a bag in hand, bags filled with prepared fireworks.
Some children crouched on the ground, holding not lighters in their hands, but bamboo incense sticks instead. They carefully aimed the burning tip at the fuse, waiting for the tiny sparks to scatter before covering their ears and running away.
The wait wasn’t long; after a few seconds, a "whoosh" rang out as the firework shot straight into the sky, followed by a loud "bang" as it exploded.
The children looked up, clapping happily, as if they were watching the most thrilling show.
Hannah also couldn’t wait to pull out two sparklers from her small bag, asking Arnold Simmons to light them for her.
Arnold Simmons took out a lighter from his pocket, turning to shield her from the night’s cold wind.
The warm flame brought a searing heat as Hannah bowed her head, the wind tossing her hair at the side of her face, and she reached out a hand to shield the sparklers in her hand.
The moment they were lit, beautiful silver flowers blossomed in her palm, and in the dimness, only the light spun around the young girl, as if a stream captured the moonlight.
She waved the sparklers with a smile, her eyes and brows filled with pure joy.
Even if it was just a blurred profile, it still evoked amazement in one’s heart.
