In the city at night, the lights are bright, and the difference is that today's Mid-Autumn Festival, men and women are holding hands, carrying lanterns, walking on the street, you and me, enjoying the few Mid-Autumn Festival holidays.

The street is very lively, Li Yun, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, walking on the street, walking among the lights of thousands of homes and the flash bombs of couples.

Along the way, it also attracted a lot of attention, and there were even bold girls who came up to talk.

In this regard, Li Yun just smiled back, and after explaining that he was a handsome Taoist priest from Sanqingguan in Elephant Head Mountain, he began to look for his relatives along the edge of Xiaofeng.

Feel the Mid-Autumn Festival of thousands of lights, the warmth brought by the reunion, and the cold wind that drifts from time to time.

Even the beggars and the homeless people gathered together, picked up the wine bottles and poured glass after glass of wine and drank it, even if it was just a very cheap old white dry, but they could also drink the mellow taste, because today's drinking, but there are people to accompany them.

Reunion is today's theme.

"Ten thousand lights and thousands of families, gathered by fate, accompanied by red dust, chic, galloping horses, wandering the world. Li Yun walked all the way humming a little song.

Xiaofeng was also very happy, humming songs all the way, not only because the Mid-Autumn Festival happiness infected him, but also because he would be able to see his mother soon.

This made Li Yun can't help but have the idea that this task is really simple.

The line representing family affection is very close, and according to visual inspection, you can find Xiaofeng's mother after walking two blocks.

"It's such a familiar street, it seems that I used to live here" Xiaofeng's soul took Li Yun's hand and walked all the way, bouncing all the way.

"Xiaofeng, have you forgotten a lot of things. Li Yun asked.

At this time, Xiaofeng nodded.

"I used to remember it, but now it seems that I have to forget little by little, my grandmother, my father, my mother, my brother, and myself, I have forgotten the names and appearances of my father and brother, and maybe even my mother will forget it in the end. ”

Xiao Feng said lightly on his face.

But who can know the pain of losing memories bit by bit?

Xiaofeng was very calm, because he knew that he was dead.

The man and the ghost stopped talking, but walked quietly, and then, at the other end of the street, stopped.

Here, is the end of the edge, a very large number of snack streets, the street is not a high-end restaurant, there is no Korean food, Japanese food, Western food, some only pure barbecue, bowl cake, are authentic fried snacks.

At night, the snack street is not bustling in general, and there are even many more people walking on the street, the sound of hawkers, the sound of couples showing affection, and the sound of children playing in groups.

"It's still a familiar person, a familiar taste. Xiao Feng looked left and right, and from time to time he came to the milk tea shop, looking at the finger cakes and octopus balls in it, drooling, okay, there was no saliva.

But Xiaofeng was just looking, he knew he couldn't eat.

Li Yun walked into the street, following the edge of the light wind and blue, going deeper and deeper.

Go to the end and find the place where this edge line connects

A shop, an empty shop, there are still four big characters written on the signboard, but these four big characters have been blackened by unknown things, and the surrounding stone walls are mottled with traces of paint, and there is dust everywhere.

The stalls on one street are all open, and here it is, there is no door.

"Lao Zhao barbecue, it looks like it's been some years. Li Yun muttered, it seems that the door has been closed, and if you want to open the door, it means that you can only find the landlord to open the door.

After preparing his speech, Li Yun rang the doorbell of the gate.

Ding Dong –

About three minutes later, the door was opened, and out of it came an old woman, dressed in a floral shirt, standing straight, looking very healthy, but not very energetic, with a faint look of depression on her face, frowning and not very good.

"Who are you looking for?" After seeing a Taoist priest in front of her, the old woman said vigilantly.

"The poor road is here to find people. Li Yun said honestly.

"Who are you looking for? There may not be anyone you are looking for here, I don't believe in the Tao, and I haven't looked for a Taoist priest. The old woman never opened the door completely, and was very vigilant.

"Mom, come and eat noodles! It's almost dry. A female voice came.

"Come on, come on!" the old woman replied helplessly, and then said to Li Yun: "Say, who are you looking for?" ”

At this time, Li Yun smiled slightly.

"Zhao Xiaofeng's mother. ”

When she heard this name, the old woman was stunned for a moment, and then pushed Li Yun out of the door, and said with an angry expression on her face: "There is no one you are looking for here, go out!

Looking at the old woman's excited expression, Li Yun knew that he had come to the right place.

Zhao Xiaofeng wanted to see her, so Poor Dao brought him to see her. Li Yun said as he waved the dust.

The breeze calms the mind and soothes the soul.

"Xiao Feng wants to see what you said is true" The old woman's mood had calmed down a little, but looking at Li Yun was still full of vigilance.

"What the poor man said is true. Li Yun said lightly.

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time since anyone came to see her, okay, you want to see her, right, I'll let you see her. ”

The old woman came down from the upper floor, and with a black key, she opened the door downstairs, and a smell of decay mixed with stale came out of the building and went straight to her face.

In this Lao Zhao barbecue restaurant, the equipment has not been taken away, and it is neat and tidy.

The old yellow tables and chairs are already full of dust, the barbecue table is also full of dust, no one has touched it for a long time, and the stickers on the walls are full of the smell of the late nineties of the last century.

The old woman entered the cubicle of the barbecue stall, opened a drawer, and took out a photograph inside.

The color tone of the photograph is not bright, and there is an inexplicable sense of blurriness, full of a kind of vicissitudes that belong only to the times, and it is a unique effect shot with a film camera.

The photo shows a woman, wearing a flower-plaid shirt characteristic of the eighties of the last century, smiling like a flower.

It's plain, it's beautiful,

"This is her last photo, it's so beautiful, back then," the old woman rubbed the photo, but tears couldn't stop falling.

"See? This is Xiaofeng's mother, my little daughter. ”