Yuelou pushed Xidie to her mother's side, sat down and said, "The day after tomorrow, the child is full of moon, how should we live?"

Mrs. Lin took a sip of morning porridge and said with a smile: "Call more people! Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yuelou hesitated and said, "Then who should I call?"

Congshan said: "Wouldn't it be better to call those people you helped in the past?"

"The people I've helped in the past?" she was about to ponder, when suddenly a lovely face appeared in front of her eyes.

"Mengci! Do you remember Mengci?" Yuelou said excitedly.

Congshan was stunned, and said stubbornly: "Dream porcelain?"

Yuelou reproached: "Yes, have you forgotten? You scolded her when you were at the playground, and when I fell in winter, she took me to the hospital, and you beat her again." ”

"Yes...... Can...... But do you know where she lives?"

Yuelou suddenly turned into a deflated ball: "I don't know, but can you find her in any way?"

Congshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There are millions of people in Xi'an, how can you find it?"

"Well, I should have left her address then. ”

Congshan said: "Don't worry too much. Without her, there were other people, such as the little monk in the temple, the newspaper seller who saw the little boy on the road and the sugar gourd, the sad woman whose son was mentally ill, and the old man who had just met and helped the flower seller. ”

"They're all poor, let's bring them all, okay?"

Mrs. Lin looked at her son-in-law and said appreciatively, "You are so kind! ”

Yuelou said happily: "Isn't it! he is the kindest person I have ever met." ”

Congshan lowered his head for some reason, and after a long time, he said, "There are many customs for children's full moons, right? ”

Yuelou blinked and said, "I don't know about the old customs, but we can innovate it." We can send beautiful invitations to guests, and the couplets posted at the door must be new. ”

She was inspired and excitedly said, "By the way, we can draw many pictures, make copies, and give a few to each guest." ”

"Okay". "What are the old customs? I remember to worship our ancestors, set off firecrackers to celebrate, and give souvenirs to guests." ”

Yuelou asked, "What is a 'souvenir'?"

Mrs. Lin said: "That is, we have to prepare four red eggs for each visitor." ”

"What is a 'red egg'?"

"Isn't dyeing a hard-boiled egg red a red egg?"

Mrs. Lin said happily: "There are still some things that can only be done by me!"

"I'm going to tie the flower line, hang silver pendants, prepare new clothes, pickled chickens, and eggs. ”

"Of course I was ready. ”

"Parents also have to find a hairdresser to shave their children's heads after the party. ”

Yuelou said: "What clothes do we wear, and what do we prepare for the child?"

Satoyama said, "The clothes are embroidered with patterns that pray for the safety and happiness of the children. ”

Yuelou said: "Then which color is better?"

Mrs. Lin didn't know what to do, and said curiously: "Red!

Yuelou clasped her hands to her chest and said, "Isn't green also good?

Mrs. Lin smiled and said, "Congshan and I wear red clothes, and we also want to wear red clothes for our children, see for yourself what you say!"

Yuelou lowered his head, covered his mouth and chuckled: "You two join forces to deal with me, what can I say?"

As soon as he returned to the room, Yuelou immediately asked, "Shall we worship tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow, I'll go early in the morning. ”

"And what do you think we'll draw for our guests?"

Congshan spread a piece of rice paper on the table, studied the ink, and said: "We give the child a full moon because of the joy of having a child, and we also want relatives and friends to come to see the child, share our joy, and pray for the child's health, so we should draw something related to welcoming guests and blessing butterflies......"

When he was thinking, Yuelou was also thinking. She frowned, her nails tapped on the table, her lips slightly open and closed, as intoxicated as an old monk.

After thinking about it, she looked at Satoyama and saw that he was still thinking, so she watched him quietly.

Satoyama suddenly shouted, "I've thought about it!"

When he screamed, Yuelou almost fell off the chair in fright.

Yuelou covered his heart with his hand, and after a few seconds, he said slowly: "You say come and listen." ”

"We can draw the scene of the two of us greeting the guests at the door, the scene of the guests pointing to the crackling firecrackers, the way everyone drinks and eats together, the joy when you hold the butterfly for everyone to see, and the cute ...... of the butterfly dancing in the stroller."

Yuelou praised: "You have almost all the festive scenes, let's draw these! ”

"Good...... My mother said that we still need to hire a hairdresser, who will we invite for this?"

"Do you want to invite someone else? Why don't I come? Shave your head bald, and if you shave it a few more times, your hair will become black and beautiful. ”

Yuelou likes to read books and think about problems in the tall and lush cedar forest.

Her favorite thing is to look up at the leaves of the larch trees in the sun on the morning in March and April.

It was March.

At this time, the coolness of the leaves is refreshing.

She sat on a Hainan Huanghuali table in the cedar forest, with an empty invitation card and a few pieces of rice paper in front of her.

"How should I design an invitation, and what should I draw?"

"My original invitation was to print golden roses on red pages, but for Butterfly, she was more suitable for pink pages. ”

"What kind of flowers should be printed on the page? Roses are too sexy, peonies are too luxurious, jasmine is too elegant, flowers are too poisonous, orchids are too ugly, cherry blossoms are too miserable......"

"Cactus flowers? The meaning of cactus flowers is good, but which color should be used? Yellow cactus flowers are too ugly, orange red flowers are ugly, pink ones look malnourished, purple ones are double-petaled, orange ones are a bit like lotus flowers...... White is single-petaled, and there are many petals, which is very much in line with my heart. Then white, just print it in gold. ”

Yuelou pondered: "What words should be written on the invitation card?" At the beginning, write 'Dear Ms. So-and-so, Mr., Miss', and the next line read, 'The little girl Xidie was born on February 11th, and a full moon reception will be held on March 11th, I hope you will come to the Humble House'." ”

"Isn't that old-fashioned, but on the other hand, isn't it very elegant to be old-fashioned?"

She drew while thinking, wrote while thinking, and when she was exhausted, the invitation had already been designed.

"Congshan's paintings are all related to the full moon party, let me draw something different! The mood of my belly when it is the biggest, the first time I saw the butterfly after giving birth, the expression of Satoyama when he hugged the butterfly for the first time, the expression of the butterfly when he ate my milk for the first time, and the appearance of tears rippling when the butterfly cried......"

Thinking of this, Yuelou smiled.

She doesn't really like to think about problems, she thinks that the more people think, the more they tend to deviate from their nature.

But for some reason, two or three hours had passed since she thought about it.

Early March morning.

There are all kinds of people in the world, but there is no one who says that the morning in March is not refreshing.

Satoyama drove the car, and Yuelou sat in the back.

She leaned her hand against the window and stuck her head out of the window.

The sky was a deep blue before the sun came out, so blue that it was clear, and it was so blue that it was not stained with dust.

Yuelou feels that the blue of the city always makes people feel hateful, but the blue here can make you forget that you have eyes and hearts, and forget that you still have emotions.

Because you have become part of the blue.

There are no farmhouses, no fields, just green grass and all kinds of small flowers dotted among the green grass.

'The grass is close but there is nothing' is lovely, but wouldn't it be even more lovely if there were some small flowers in between?

Congshan walked over slowly, knelt down slowly, and slowly put the fruits, cakes, and cooked meat used for worship on the offering table one by one, slowly lit incense, and slowly kowtowed three heads.

Congshan smiled and said, "Mother, Yuelou has already given birth to the child." The child was too young, so we didn't bring her. But you can rest assured that the child is cute and healthy. ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at Yuelou with a smile and said, "Do you have anything to say to your mother?"

Yuelou pondered: "He hasn't cried once in the past two years, it seems that he has let go of everything." ”

"Xidie is very well-behaved, and she eats a lot of milk. And she's always smiling, and I'm happy to see her laughing, and that's because of motherhood, right?"

"My mother used to tell me that women only understand what true happiness is after giving birth. I now know that there is no such joy as anything else. ”

"If one day I, like you, might lose my life for my child, I would not hesitate. ”

There are two big red lanterns on the gate, and the couplets have been pasted. The right link is 'beautiful and handsome and happy face Tian', the left link is 'happy and smiling', and the horizontal batch is 'God-given wishes'.

The servants also hung red lanterns and tied red ribbons to the plants on both sides of the road, such as privet, loquat, red nan, camellia, smiling, and bearded seeds.

Yuelou couldn't help laughing and said, "They really have a heart!"

"Yes, my family is very happy when the butterfly is born. ”

"You said that Xidie will definitely be happy if she grows up with the blessing and care of so many people, right?"

"Yes, definitely. ”

Yuelou let go of Congshan's hand and said, "You go back to take care of Xidie first, and I'll go to my mother's place to see what she has prepared." ”

Congshan smiled bitterly: "Okay, come back early, you also know that I don't take good care of it." ”

Yuelou chirped: "I know that I don't take good care of it, so I don't use more snacks?"

The door was open, and Yuelou gently pushed it open and walked in gently. The room is empty, did my mother go shopping on the street, or did she sleep in the bedroom?

She walked into the bedroom. The mother was standing on the edge of the bed, with her back to her, her hands moving all the time, and she didn't know what to do.

On the table were neatly arranged flower threads, silver pendants, rattles, music boxes, gold scissors, combs, razors......

Yuelou quietly walked behind her mother.

"Mother is folding clothes!"

The clothes were folded nearly three feet high, but there were still many on the bed. There are also plenty of diapers, stroller cushions, and soft futons.

Yuelou cried excitedly. She just stretched out her hand to hug her mother, but she suddenly turned around.

"Oops! you really scared me to death!" Mrs. Lin frowned slightly and said with a smile.

Yuelou hugged her mother violently and sobbed, "I didn't expect you to prepare so many clothes for Xidie in private, even more than I prepared." ”

Mrs. Lin smiled: "Haven't you heard of 'intergenerational relatives'? ”

Yuelou hugged her mother tighter, and said with tears: "I also know that Xidie is a thousand times cuter than me, or even ten thousand times, but I am your daughter, so you have to love me more!"

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yuelou and Congshan stood outside the gate to greet visitors. Yuelou wore a red cheongsam, and Congshan wore a red shirt and red pants. When each guest comes, they bow and greet with a smile.

In the distance staggered an old woman with gray hair.

Yuelou looked at the old woman and asked Congshan: "I can't go to visit her this month, I ask you to go to see her every few days, have you seen it?"

Congshan smiled: "Of course I saw it, don't think that only you have love." ”

Yuelou said: "I didn't mean that, I just said that you have a lot of things, and you may forget." ”

Congshan ran over to hold the old lady and chuckled, "Didn't I tell you not to come?

The old lady said apologetically: "You have helped me so much, how can I be embarrassed to trouble you again!"

Congshan smiled: "Look at you are still so polite!"

When approaching the gate, Yuelou also greeted him: "You are here!"

The old man said excitedly, "As soon as I received the invitation, I wanted to come and see your children." Where is she now? Take me to see it?"

Yuelou said: "How did you come here?"

The old man lowered his head and said softly, "I originally wanted to come over, but I couldn't walk after walking for a while, so I called a rickshaw again." I sat in the rickshaw, and I felt like my bones were going to fall apart, so I had to get out and take a ride. ”

Yuelou said: "If you want to go in the future, you can take a car, and if the money is not enough, I will give more every month." ”

Her tone was very soft and respectful, and the old man suddenly felt that she was his daughter in the fog of tears.

Yuelou said: "Why don't you hurry up and help grandma in and let her rest." ”

Congshan muttered in his heart: "I have long wanted to help her in, have you been chatting with her?"

Yuelou looked at the old man's staggering back, and he didn't know what it was like.

She turned her head and saw the little monk she had met when she went to pray at the temple, accompanied by his two masters.

As soon as the little monk saw Yuelou, he flew over as if he were flying. He hugged Yuelou's leg and complained: "My sister lied to people and said that she would come to see me, but she didn't come once in a few months." ”

Yuelou brushed the hair that fell off by the little monk behind her ears, and said with a smile: "Women will be sluggish and tired, so monks always have to quit sex." ”

She squatted down, looked into the eyes of the little monk, and said softly, "Don't you know the story of the modern goddess? The modern goddess and Ananda fell in love, and the Buddha was afraid that she would affect Ananda's practice, so he tempered her so that Ananda could keep her heart pure. ”

My sister's eyes reflected her own figure.

He once accompanied Master to Tibet to give lectures in the harsh winter, passing by Qinghai Lake. He remembered that it was snowing heavily.

Qinghai Lake was not frozen. As he stood by the lake, he saw his own reflection, which was cold and pure.

He felt that the reflection of himself in his sister's eyes was as pure as the reflection in Qinghai Lake that day, but there was no coldness.

The little monk raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course I know! The story of the modern girl is made up of the fragments about her in the "Lengyan Sutra" and "The Buddha Says the Modern Girl". ”

Yuelou handed the little monk into his master's hands, put his hand on his shoulder, stared at his eyes, and said solemnly: "Then has your master ever told you, the truth is not for listening, but for doing." ”