The silver-white moonlight, through the window, sprinkled on the head of the bed, flowed onto Lin Jiawei's body, and the soft moonlight was like a mother's hands gently brushing Lin Jiawei's delicate face.

Lin Jiawei returned from the heavenly court, slowly opened his eyes, seemed to feel something, looking at the moon outside the window that was as round as a silver plate, Lin Jiawei remembered Chang'e, recently encountered an unheard of incident, all because of her, I didn't expect Chang'e to become a toad every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival It turned out to be true, it's incredible, but from now on, this matter has become a legend, I didn't expect that I was still the creator of the legend.

Thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Jiawei's expression was a little dim, and he couldn't help but think of his parents in a rural town, and now his temples are white, he ran out for anger, but now he has not completed the bold words of the year, and has been ashamed to go home.

Even if it is a festival in Peng, it is rare to go home, I don't know why, maybe as Xiangshi said that he and his father are not in harmony, they will quarrel with their father when they meet, and they will come out again after a day, and it has been many years in a flash, but the number of times they go home is getting less and less.

I remember the last time I saw my parents, it was almost half a year, and he still clearly remembered that when he went home that time, he smelled the unique smell of hair dye, but he didn't expect his mother to dye his hair, Lin Jiawei said and laughed at the time: "Mom, did you dye your hair?" What color, can't you see it, this craft is not good, next time my son will help you dye one, dark yellow, more popular, I didn't expect you to dye your hair before, but now you love beauty and start dyeing your hair. ”

It's just that he didn't expect his mother to smile and say something that he will never forget for the rest of his life: "It's my mother who is old, and in the past six months, my white hair has crawled half of my mother's head, if I don't dye my hair, I'm afraid that my baby son won't recognize me as a mother at first sight." ”

At that moment, his heart seemed to be pinched by something, and he had a feeling of wanting to cry, so that he wanted to stay by her side and grow old with her.

It's a pity that the next day, I quarreled with my father again for the so-called ideal, and left in a negative mood, and I couldn't forget my mother's complicated eyes and the look of wanting to say nothing before leaving.

"Anyway, now that I have quit my job, there is nothing to worry about here, after the affairs of the heavenly court are stable, let's go home, and apologize to my father, how can the father and son have an overnight feud, doesn't he just want me to inherit his barbershop, I just listen to him, my mother is sandwiched between the two of us, I'm afraid it's the most uncomfortable." Lin Jiawei's heart gradually matured, thinking back to himself for so many years, he didn't know what he was fighting for, and he wanted to return home immediately at this moment, but the affairs of the heavenly court were not stable, and it would bring a lot of inconvenience at that time.

The wanderer's heart took root, sprouted, and began to grow at this moment.

The taste of longing diluted the fatigue of Lin Jiawei's soul, he picked up Xiaobai next to the pillow, and the spirit stone that he didn't want to go to with his own will, and gently stroked it with his right hand, thinking a lot.

Xiaobai felt Lin Jiawei's touch in his sleep, moved his body, and snuggled up to Lin Jiawei's hand, revealing a look of satisfaction, and his mouth was even more babbling.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Jiawei put down Xiaobai in his hand, noticed his tears that had already dried up, got up from the bed, washed up, and lay back on the bed.

I originally wanted to go to bed quickly, deal with the matter at hand tomorrow, and buy dog meat for Jigong and make up for the lack of the barber shop, but this night was destined to toss and turn, and it was difficult to sleep, and I didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, when the sky was about to dawn.

On the second day, Lin Jiawei, who was groggy, felt the wet thing rubbing on his face, he opened his confused eyes, Xiaobai's head slowly became clear in his eyes, he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sun was already shining outside the window, and the street was already full of people.

Lin Jiawei looked at his phone, but he didn't expect it to be more than 11 o'clock at noon, Lin Jiawei hurriedly got up, fortunately, the accommodation was directly booked for three days, otherwise someone would have called to urge.

After washing, he was ready to go out, this time Lin Jiawei was not going to take Xiaobai to go, because he was going to a small dog meat market, Xiaobai was still young, and the scene of the bloody same kind being slaughtered should not be taken seriously, so he took Xiaobai around, and after solving Xiaobai's physiological hygiene, he bought some dog food and went back to the hotel, left Xiaobai, went out by himself, hung up the Do Not Disturb sign and left.

Although Lin Jiawei himself does not encourage or object to eating dog meat, as a qualified foodie, although the dog market is hidden, he still knows where it is, and he takes a taxi and rushes towards his destination.

Dog meat itself has edible and medicinal value, in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, it was the creation of the dog meat festival, which has been passed down to this day, but as the status of dogs is getting higher and higher, people's attention to dogs is also getting deeper and deeper, and animal rights activists and international humanitarian associations began to launch a boycott of dog meat festivals.

Thirty years ago, the common people named their sons dogs, and thirty years later, they called dogs sons.

Whether or not there should be a zài in the dog meat festival is not what Lin Jiawei cares about, the only thing he wants to do now is to buy some dog meat, preferably black dog meat.

Lin Jiawei came to the dog meat market, this is the first time he has been here, and he used to listen to the diners.

Walking into the market, there are only a few scattered stalls, customers are even more sporadic and sporadic at all, it should be the best time to buy vegetables, and the dog meat stalls are like the pork stalls in ordinary farmers' markets, but the iron hooks are no longer pork, but dog meat.

When the originally lifeless traders saw Lin Jiawei's arrival, they immediately came to their senses and shouted one after another.

"Young man, come and see, my dog meat is freshly slaughtered, do you want to have some of it?"

"Young man, you come to me to take a look, this is our own raising, it is definitely not sold from outside, you can buy it back at ease, and the price is cheap, you see if you want to come to a catty."

Lin Jiawei glanced at the dog meat stall, he knew that a lot of dog meat was specially sent out to come, and this kind of dog meat was poisonous, so this vendor would say so.

After looking for it, he finally saw the discarded black fur on the side of the stall in the corner, walked over, and said, "Boss, is this piece of dog meat the meat of this black dog?" ”

The stall owner was a rugged, middle-aged man who looked a bit like Wu Gang, and when he heard Lin Jiawei ask, he glanced at him, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes: "Why do you ask that?" ”

Lin Jiawei didn't expect the stall owner to ask such a question, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "A friend of mine wants to eat dog meat, and he said that the quality of dog meat pays attention to one black, two yellow, three flowers and four white, so he specially asked me to buy black dog meat." ”

Lin Jiawei thought for a while and said, "Boss, my friend is a big expert in dog meat, don't fool me with anything else!" ”

When the stall owner heard this, a trace of the feeling of a fellow believer flashed in his eyes, and he said excitedly: "Your friend is really knowledgeable, I won't hide it from you, this is yellow dog meat, this is black dog meat, I was originally going to take it home to eat, and now I sell it to you." ”

As he spoke, the boss took out a piece of leg meat from the back and put it on the stall.

Lin Jiawei looked at it, and couldn't see the difference, thinking that the other party wouldn't bluff himself, otherwise the piece on the stall just now would be sold directly, and there was no need to take it out, so he nodded and said, "Weigh, how much?" ”

The boss weighed the dog meat sharply, glanced at it and said: "2 catties and 6 taels, 25 yuan a catty, a total of 65 yuan." ”

Lin Jiawei paid the money, took the dog meat that the boss helped chop up and put in a plastic bag, and was about to leave, but unexpectedly a group of people came, and he saw a familiar figure in this group of people.