Yinglong woke up, looked at the calendar, and found that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming.

When he was in Lake City, he was most afraid of the holidays, because he could only hide alone in the rental house and stay in the empty room, eat some takeaways, and live a boring life.

Yinglong has been in Lake City for a while, but he has been living a single life.

No one cares what he's like, whether his life is good or not.

In addition to calling home, his parents will ask him if he has eaten well and slept peacefully, so don't be hungry and wronged himself.

Yinglong always comforted his parents that they didn't have to worry about him, that he knew how to take care of himself, and that he was living a good life now.

After all, his parents are his parents, and they always think about him in their hearts.

But whenever there is a holiday, Yinglong always feels that it is too troublesome to go back and forth to Bincheng, so he simply does not go home for the holiday, but stays alone in the rental house to sleep.

He slept until late and didn't get up until late, then lazily cleaned up and slipped into a small restaurant on the street to eat something that looked a little bit like a traditional festival.

Sometimes, these shops will also close home, so Yinglong has no place to eat, so he simply goes to the supermarket to buy some dry goods and go home to fill his stomach.

The lonely Dragon Boat Festival and the boring Mid-Autumn Festival were the most difficult days of his time, unlike some festivals that left a few days off to go home, and in those years, the short Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival could only be spent alone in loneliness.

"The moon is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the family is hometown. ”

Yinglong looked up at the night sky on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bright moon in the sky hung high in the sky, like a silver plate, illuminating the vicissitudes of the world.

At this time, the people leaning alone in front of the window did not feel the feeling of homesickness in a foreign land.

Yinglong felt that his heart was full of endless melancholy at this time, but there was nowhere to vent, so he got dressed and prepared to go to the river to sit alone.

As he sat down on a chair by the river, he ordered a bottle of beer and tasted it slowly.

Yinglong did not invite Emin and his colleagues to pass the time, because Yinglong guessed that they should stay at home at this time to have a reunion dinner with relatives and friends, or to enjoy the moon together.

If you call them now, it may seem a little abrupt, so simply go to the river alone to drink and admire the moon.

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year. ”

At the beginning of the day, the night sky was half-hung, and the silver glow shone on the river, and the dim river reflected the moonlight, and the layers of waves pushed the silver glow to flow on the river.

At this moment, the barges were already docked on the shore, and the dim light of the boats leaked out of the windows and overflowed on the water on the side of the ship, while the river was silent, like an uninhabited meadow.

Yinglong leaned back in his chair, looked at the river, and drank a beer. In the seat next to him, some couples who were dating and three or five buddies at the party were sitting and chatting, looking a little hearty.

The young couples were talking to each other with their heads down, smiling secretly.

The other boys, who appeared to be brothers, sat around a table, shook the dice and gambled on wine, and whoever had the smallest points was given a drink.

They shouted and shouted three times and five by two, and were in the midst of a great revelation.

Yinglong drank silently alone, and at this time he was watching the rising moon by the riverside, but could the bright moon in the sky see him and sprinkle the light of love on him?

Yinglong recalled that in his childhood home, every Mid-Autumn Festival, his father would take out more than a dozen scallion oil mooncakes or five-kernel mooncakes for the children in the family to taste, which meant reunion and full moon.

Enjoying the moon together on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival and eating a piece of mooncake means that the year will be safe and smooth.

At that time, every family would buy two or three catties of moon cakes for their families to taste, especially the children in the family loved to eat one or two moon cakes.

That kind of scallion oil mooncake has a little green onion fragrance, a little sweet and a little salty taste, very delicious.

The five-kernel mooncake is naturally soft and delicious, containing melon seeds and crushed peanuts, and it is sweet and delicious to eat.

Both Yinglong and Yingzhu will ask their parents for one after eating a piece to satisfy their appetites.

Often two pieces of moon cakes come down, and the little belly is already full.

Because their parents were worried that they would suffer from indigestion if they ate too much, they were never allowed to eat the third piece, and they must save it for the next night.

Therefore, when Yingzhu and Yinglong finished eating the second mooncake, they had to smell the fragrance of the cake that went straight to their noses, and waited until the next night to eat another mooncake.

Now Yinglong's unit will also distribute mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Yinglong received a boxed mooncake, but when he opened the box with hope, he only found four poor Cantonese mooncakes.

At that time, when he tore open the packaging bag of mooncakes, intending to eat a piece to fill his stomach, he took a bite and took a bite, and the burnt yellow dough was a slimy lotus paste, which had a very oily and greasy taste, and it seemed a little choking in his mouth.

It has a sweet taste, but it doesn't have a delicious taste. It's not like the craving when I greedily bite into five-kernel mooncakes when I was a child, and I will also compare whether the five-kernel is delicious or the scallion oil is delicious.

Maybe I have eaten too many moon cakes, and I have lost the freshness of the original, so I don't taste as delicious as I did back then, and the feeling of eating moon cakes alone is also boring, and there is no lively atmosphere of the festival at all.

The river breeze by the river blew a little chill on his body, and Yinglong hugged his shoulders tightly and shrunk his neck.

It was late at night, the moon had already jumped over the sky, and the buddy who was shaking the dice and punishing wine next to him gradually quieted down, sitting on the side smoking and eating supper.

The young couples sat together, and the man put his arm on his girlfriend's shoulder and silently watched the river under the moonlight.

Yinglong drank a lot of beer, and couldn't help but burp, and the wine immediately squirted out. He was bored, so he called the boss and asked for a crayfish.

After a while, the boiled crayfish was brought up, and it was a little hot to the touch.

Yinglong hurriedly put a few red-boiled, oily crayfish in an empty bowl to cool for a while.

After a while, he began to peel the crayfish's crispy carapace.

Yinglong first tore off the prickly shrimp claws, and then pinched the shrimp head and shrimp body respectively and tore them apart.

He tossed the pointed shrimp head aside, and used his fingers to peel off the shrimp shell that had been cut into a small slit, and finally only a little bit of white and tender shrimp meat remained.

Yinglong put the shrimp meat on his chopsticks, dipped some soy sauce and vinegar in his mouth and chewed it.

Very gluttonous taste, not only tender and delicious, but also with the spicy and fresh aroma of condiments, eat a bite of shrimp meat and drink a sip of cold beer, feast.

Although before the pot, the crayfish looked like they were wielding shrimp claws, but at this time, the crayfish in the pot did not have the same majestic appearance as before.

Before the crayfish is out of the pot, it is still spitting bubbles, waving the shrimp claws as if to demonstrate to the chef, until after getting out of the pot, after boiling and frying, it has long lost its vitality and has become a red, fragrant and spicy delicacy in the world.

Yinglong remembered the appearance of showing off his martial arts when Yingzhu confronted him before, and he couldn't bear to laugh

Prohibit. But what has become now, he has no intention of guessing. Maybe the things of the past, it seems that Yinglong has long been put down now, and he doesn't want to dwell on it anymore, he knows that his fate can only be controlled by himself, and others can't control it.

But if the crayfish turns into a big crab, that's not what he wants.

Soon only the spicy soup and condiments in the pot were left for a crayfish, and Yinglong was also full.

He sat down in his chair to rest, and there was still a spicy sensation on his lips.

Boiled crayfish in the south is more famous and is a famous local snack.

Whenever everyone has a late-night snack, they usually order one or two servings of crayfish for a treat.

Although the crayfish here is spicy and fresh, many people still like to order this famous dish because it is so delicious.

Yinglong walked home after settling the bill.

Because he was too full, he didn't want to take the car back, and planned to walk around slowly to digest the food in his stomach, otherwise his stomach would be too full and he would not be able to sleep at night.

Yinglong walked along the sparsely populated street, and he suddenly thought, "I've just passed the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, so what should I do at this time next year?"

"This night is not good in this life, where to see the bright moon next year. ”

Tonight is over, and when will it be?

Yinglong didn't know how those wanderers who were in a foreign land like him should spend a day that was originally a spring festival?

Yinglong put his hand in his trouser pocket, his fingers fiddling with the keys inside.

It was these few keys that locked his time for the past few years.

He looked at the deserted streets, the traffic lights beating rhythmically at the intersection, and there were few cars passing by, but the air was filled with the smell of foul exhaust fumes.

He recalls that he has barely made any progress in the past few years, and that everything is like the hands on a clock, going back and forth between the flat and the rental house.

When I go to work, I am busy with the same work, and there is no new ideas and room to play.

Fortunately, his salary can be paid on time, helping him pay his monthly living expenses, so that he can be courageous

Qi persists on this path.

Life is like a tune without ** and troughs, going on in an orderly manner, watching the people around him come and go, and there is nothing that surprises him.

He was looking forward to an unexpected change, so that the bowl of bland consommé in his hand would add a little spice and make it no longer tasteless.

The joy of life seems to have been quietly hidden since he left Ben Cheng, as if the hermit was not met, and he searched all corners of life, but he could not find a surprising fragment.

Many joys and sorrows exist only in memories, and those scenes and conversations are as bleak as a long-gone black and white film.

Although some things are still fresh in my memory, they lack vitality when I play with them.

The passion for life, like the charcoal fire that gradually goes out in the brazier on a winter night, has completely lost its vitality.

As far as he was concerned, like a wild goose that had scribbled on paper, he flew alone, not daring to chirp loudly, and had no companion to look for. 、

Despite being in the vast sky, he was the only lone bird.

The dragon had no choice but to fly like this, looking for branches to perch on, so that the tired wings could have a chance to rest.

When will he find a partner who can stay and fly together, he seems to be waiting for a date, and his heart has been looking forward to it for a long time.

But at present, we can only keep looking forward to it, as for who will be able to enter his heart and walk hand in hand with him in the future, it is still unknown.

Maybe Yinglong will desperately guess the appearance of the person he wants when he is bored, but no matter how he tries to figure it out, there is only a vague outline.

He didn't have a specific idea of what kind of strokes to use to depict it.

Perhaps, like other single aristocrats, they have a general ideal model in their hearts, and if you have to say three or five, the details are almost the same.

If you insist on stating a detailed standard, it must be what you like, and no one wants to make do with it.