Mid-autumn festival?

Zhang Zi'an was stunned at first, and then his heart tightened, and tears almost fell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Mid-Autumn Festival has actually passed a month ago, and the old man has not yet come to the tea at that time, Zhang Zi'an forgot about it in his full and busy life, and when he came back to his senses, the Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed.

And who did he come to the Mid-Autumn Festival with? His parents had already died, and his other distant relatives were out of town, so he didn't feel sorry for it, after all, it was just a festival.

"Mid-Autumn Festival?" Xinghai asked, tilting his head.

"Hehe, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional Chinese festival that represents a good harvest and reunion, and is one of the most important festivals of the year. The custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival is to admire the moon and eat moon cakes, although today is not the Mid-Autumn Festival, but a full moon hanging high in the sky is no different. My generation has fallen to expand the rivers and lakes, since there is no need to stick to those small festivals - think that after the wind and frost are heavy, susceptible to wind and cold, it is no longer a good time to admire the moon, so it is better to choose the day than to hit the sun, and today will be celebrated as the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lao Cha said with a smile.

Zhang Zi'an lowered his head, and when he raised it again, he had already regained his smile, and echoed: "It's rare that the old man is interested, Xinghai and Fina have never experienced the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? Tea man, I'll buy you some osmanthus tea. ”

Lao Cha smiled, "I don't dare to ask for it!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go and go back. Zhang Zi'an left in a hurry.

Lao Cha looked at his back with a smile, not knowing how many times he could accompany him for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"What's the Mid-Autumn Festival? don't always say some nonsense that Hongu doesn't understand!" Fina felt that she had been left out and couldn't help but lose her temper.

"Your Majesty is angry. In a word, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of family reunion. Lao Cha said, "Even if the wanderer is thousands of miles away, he will rush home on this day to recount his family and comfort his thoughts." ”

Fina thought for a moment, "But Zhang Zi'an's family has passed away. ”

"That's right, but aren't we the same?" Lao Cha's eyes were full of nostalgia, and he said abruptly, "Sigh that the old man is here to make the old handover, and who will sleep with the afternoon tea." The old family members and comrades-in-arms are all dead, and only the old and decrepit are left to live alone. ”

It thought of that person, the boy who studied hard every day, who crouched on the wall and watched him silently, watched him grow up, watched him become a grandmaster, but ended up on a different path from it.

Fina lost her mind slightly, her mind traveling through the millennia, and the figure that haunted it again, the figure that had abandoned it for the sake of greatness and glory. Her lips closed as if to say, "Fina, when I return, we will never be separated again." ”

Yes, they all lost the most important person they once had, and they all thought that they would never be separated from that person, that it was an existence comparable to family, comparable to blood.

"Isn't it okay to find a new family?" Xinghai said suddenly. Because its mind is very simple, it can often get past the interference of distracting thoughts and go straight to the essence of the problem.

Fina woke up from her memories and stared blankly at Xinghai, "No, she is irreplaceable to me......"

"There is no substitute for it, and there is no need to replace it. Lao Cha smiled, "Who said that it must be replaced? The family is not lovers, and there is not only one." ”

Fina looked down in contemplation, her and his's figures overlapping in her mind, sometimes one, sometimes two extremes. It couldn't understand it for a while, but it had time to think.

After a while, Zhang Zi'an returned, carrying a bag of tea leaves in his left hand and a bouquet of osmanthus flowers in his right hand.

"I ran two flower shops, and finally there was one that sold osmanthus. We don't have an osmanthus tree here, so we have to make do with this. As he spoke, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the store.

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled. I've only been out for a while, how do you feel that the atmosphere in the store has changed?

"It's nothing, we're talking about whether new partners are easy to get along with. Lao Cha said gently.

Zhang Zi'an believed that it was true, and raised the osmanthus in his hand, "I'll go find a vase and put it in, and then make a pot of osmanthus tea, let's go to the roof to admire the moon." ”

There is a small door in the ceiling of the storeroom that leads to the roof, and a ladder is erected, and the lock is opened, and a cold full moon shines into the room.

He walked up to the roof with a kettle and a towel over his shoulder.

There wasn't much clutter on the roof, and there was a table and four chairs in the center, which had been brought in by my parents, who often came to cool off on summer and autumn nights. On the table was a small iron tray with a lump of black mush, the shape of a leftover mosquito coil soaked in rainwater.

After he went to college and work, his parents still retained the habit of enjoying the coolness, and generally put away the tables and chairs after the Mid-Autumn Festival, however......

Zhang Zi'an put the kettle on the ground and took the towel off his shoulder to wipe the table and chair clean. The white towel was quickly dyed black. He poured water from the kettle, rinsed the dirt off the towel, and wiped it again and twice until it was clean.

He stood up and breathed in the cold air.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the visibility is very good even if there are no lights on the roof.

Zhang Zi'an walked to the edge of the roof, on the side facing the street, and saw that the kebab stall across the road was still open, Uncle Li and Aunt Li greeted the guests attentively, packed the skewers of hot skewers, and gave them to the guests to take away. In the past, the two husband and wife had smiles on their faces, but the smiles at this time were obviously different, they were smiles with peace of mind, hope and longing.

He walked counterclockwise to the other side of the roof. Sun Xiaomeng's pet clinic is still lit up, and I heard that every night is the peak period of her work, and she has to work nearly 12 hours a day for all kinds of emergency departments. Some of the pets in the pet store had been transferred to her clinic ward, and he sent Wang Qian and Li Kun over to be responsible for cleaning and cleaning every day.

Continuing to walk counterclockwise, he saw that the green space seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver dust in the moonlight. Most of the few street lamps in the green space are not lit, and the few lights that can be lit are also very dim, making the depths of the green space seem a little eerie, and the sound of wild cats can be faintly heard.

Coming to the last side, looking at the intersection of the south exit of Zhonghua Road, private cars like carp crossing the river line up in two lines waiting for the red light. An ambulance with flashing blue lights sped up, honking its horn incessantly. Private cars consciously make way for them so that ambulances can pass first time.

He walked back to the small door and shouted down, "You can come up." ”