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A few days later, it was New Year's Eve.

Even the local Yankees, led by the local Chinatown, were influenced by the strong atmosphere. Many of them gathered in Chinatown without knowing why, and sat in the attitude of people eating melons to welcome the lions, dragons, lanterns, and quiet people. Wait for the fireworks to stain the sky.

Bank took Peggy to the snow outside Chinatown.

Peggy was wrapped in a leather coat that Bank had taken off, and she held the incense stick timidly. She looked nervously at the things in front of her and at her feet, then looked back at Bank, and said: "Master, I I’ve started.”

Bank looked at his cotton coat wrapped in front of his daughter and said, "You've been waiting for five minutes. I'm almost frozen to death. Hurry up."

Peggy took a step back. The thing in front of her was far away. She stretched out her hand and hesitated for a while, then turned back and asked: "Is it true that nothing will happen if we are so close?"

Bank pursed his lips and said: "It's just a Thunder King. What do you think? If this thing explodes in your face, it won't hurt you."

Peggy stabilized the pressure and did not retaliate. She timidly took the incense in her hand and rubbed it towards the Thunder King's lead, tilting her head back and staying far away.

It is said that this Yankee is hypocritical, especially a saintly girl who has been pampered since she was a child. She has watched a lot of fireworks since she was a child, but she is not like me, a Chinese boy, who started buying King of Kings fried cow dung when he was only a few years old.

"呲~"

After lingering for a long time, Peggy finally took the incense in her hand and lit the forearm-thick Thunder King. Then, like a spirit fox, she jumped into Bank's arms and put the cotton coat on her head.

"Boo"

With a violent explosion, the piled up snow pile was exploded by King Thunder.

The finely crumbled snow was pushed tens of meters away by the strong explosive airflow, and a hazy snow mist formed out of thin air, like an umbrella or a mushroom, attracting many people in the distance to stop and watch.

Peggy revealed her cute little head from Bank's chest, and her face was filled with excitement and interest.

She seemed to be influenced by Bank and began to immerse herself in the warmth and joy of this oriental festival.

Bank took off his cotton coat from her body and put it back on himself.

Picking up the remaining firecrackers in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Continue."

"Yes," Paige said excitedly, in full daughter-like manner.

After half an hour.

Bank and Peggy went around misbehaving and fired off the remaining firecrackers in their pockets.

In fact, while Chinatown has been going crazy these past few days, many places in the United States have banned fireworks.

But Bank was too excited to ignore any rules. If the police came to arrest him today, he wouldn't be in the mood to tease them.

If it doesn't work even if you show your SHIELD ID, then he doesn't care about the hard one.

Fortunately, the local police also recognized S.H.I.E.L.D.'s credentials. Although they were suspicious of you as an agent, you actually brought your female companion and had so much fun at an Eastern festival that even the children were scared to tears. But maybe you were influenced by the people around you. Affected by the warm atmosphere in Chinatown, the few police officers who came to check just smiled and did not bother Bank.

Otherwise, tomorrow's news headlines will be that hundreds of police officers were beaten up by an unknown person and then handcuffed collectively into a "Fake Squid" sign.

"Is it gone?" Peggy blinked her big, smart eyes and looked at the bag of firecrackers in Bank's hand.

Bank shrugged and said: "No, this is not very enjoyable. Let's play something more exciting."

As he said that, he took out a metal object the size of a tennis ball from his arms.

Peggy's face was stiff and she said in shock: "Where did you get the grenade master?"

Bank said hehey: "I dropped in here last time in Norway. How about we blow up a few cars and have fun?"

Peggy shook her head quickly, stopped her master, and said: "Forget it, let's go to Chinatown to play. You forgot how you were beaten so hard a few days ago that your nose was bruised and your face was swollen."

Bank shrugged and said, "So I want to blow up the police cars of the policemen who beat me."

Hearing this, Peggy immediately confiscated Bank's grenade, put it in her pocket, and said, "That's enough, Master, you are so vindictive."

Bank scratched his head and said: "I don't hold any grudges. I just think it's fun. Then forget it. I'll just wait for this grenade next time I want to eat fish. I'll ask Tony for a rocket launcher and save it for the Hudson River." Let’s eat fried fish.”

Peggy, whose hair was covered with black lines, pulled Bank and walked towards Chinatown not far away.

Chinatown, which was filled with smog just a few days ago, is now filled with a lively atmosphere, and all kinds of Chinese-style objects are hung in the streets and alleys.

Paper-cuts of Fuyu are posted on each door, and new wishes are sent in auspicious knots. The streets are full of red lanterns hanging from the eaves. Looking around, there is a line of red, and the wanderer's heart is filled with it.

Even the rime on the treetops and eaves seemed to be infected by the warm atmosphere. Together with the crystal ice flowers, they also melted and turned into phoenix tails to celebrate the New Year.

Although the wind is clear and cold, it is filled with joy and every house is glowing red.

Bank and Peggy came to Chinatown in high spirits. The first thing they saw made Peggy open her mouth.

It was a large ink dragon painting nearly ten feet long. It appeared vividly and spiritually on the street screen wall. Although it was a bit off from realism, it was still full of charm. It seemed like it was about to rush out with its teeth and claws.

Although the ink dragon is a living creature, half of its atmosphere is a reflection of its background. Banke can understand at a glance. Under and behind the ink dragon is an ink painting country with thousands of miles of scenery. It is thousands of miles away. Yanhuang land

This made Bank feel a little emotional.

After a few more glances, Bank led Peggy and slowly squeezed into the street.

There were almost all Chinese people with yellow skin and dark eyes around, speaking Chinese with local dialects. Bank closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Wow, the familiar formula, the familiar crowds of people, the familiar turtle son and mother selling batches are lingering in my ears.

The streets are full of people and things with strong national characteristics, which is simply a few points stronger than the Chinese New Year flavor.

But think about it, wanderers have been sincere since ancient times, and the most sincere ones are prone to emotion.

Peggy pulled Bank and looked at the red things all over the street with curiosity, and finally stopped at a candied haws shop.

Peggy blinked her big eyes and curiously looked at the crystal brown sugar skewer at the door of the store, and said: "Bank, I want to eat this."

Although it was rare for Bank to hear Peggy calling him by his real name instead of his master, he was surprised and felt a little unclear in his heart.

Then he pulled Peggy directly into the store. Bank said in Mandarin that was more standard than most Han people: "Boss, I want a bunch of candied haws, and I want the hawthorn ones."