It's been over ten minutes past midnight, and the fireworks outside haven't stopped.
The night alternates between green and red, with continuous crackling sounds.
You have to shout to be heard.
Hearing Uncle Quan's shout, everyone went to the courtyard.
Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian were a bit slower than the others. As soon as they came out, they saw the firelight from the East Courtyard.
Uncle Quan had already led the people guarding Qiao Mansion to extinguish the fire.
Aunt Zhao called 119.
Qiao Yuxian frowned, walking towards the East Courtyard while asking, "How did it catch on fire over there?"
Qiao Mansion also had fireworks, but they were set off in the main courtyard, so even if there were sparks, they couldn't reach that far.
"Some families went to the small road on the east to set off fireworks, maybe a spark fell into the courtyard," said Aunt Zhao.
"Mr. Gu, Madam. We'll go help, you two don't go over," said Su Qi.
