At half past nine, they set off the fireworks in the yard.
Instantly, the darkness was illuminated by dazzling colors, and everyone came out to watch the fireworks and take pictures.
The fireworks were so bright and breathtaking that Ivy could not help but shed tears at the sight.
She recalled fragments of her past and distinctively remembered the year when her grandmother had taken her to the city center so that she could watch a grand fireworks display. During the show, her grandmother's wallet had been stolen, and they did not have the money to take the bus back.
On that cold night, it had taken them nearly three hours to walk home.
Many of Ivy's memories were filled with icy coldness and poverty, and though she rarely looked back, these memories would still occasionally rush back to her.
Midnight arrived, marking the beginning of a new year.
They had finished setting off their fireworks just as their neighbor began setting off theirs.
The sound of successive fireworks and firecrackers conveyed people's anticipation for the new year.
After taking a big group photo, Layla sent Ivy to the television station.
"Are you still going to intern after the winter holidays?" Layla asked.
Ivy shook her head. "My academic results are my top priority, so I will only intern during the holidays."
"I see. I was worried that you would want to intern even after school starts. You will run yourself thin if you do that. You are really popular on the Internet right now, so the station will definitely want you to continue working there. You must stand by what you believe in and not be swayed by others."
"Mr. Gardner respects my wishes." Ivy smiled. "He said I can return to the station and intern there in the future."
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