September 24 is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is also Friday, as early as the day before, Lao Wu had informed the class that the school would only have two classes this afternoon, so that the students could go home for the holiday.

Song Lijuan and Sun Yueyue in Meng Yufei's dormitory are far away, and the two of them went back to clean up and left immediately after the third class, they only had one way to go home, and the latest bus was half past 5, and the school was released early to take care of these students who were far away.

Dad Meng Huadong's company and mom Yuan Xiumei's school are both closed in the afternoon, and Meng Yufei arrived home at 5 o'clock.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Meng Yufei heard the sound of talking in the restaurant, and when she went in, her father was rolling the skin, and her mother and grandmother were talking and making stuffing.

"Wow! Eat dumplings tonight! Meng Yufei probed into the restaurant and snorted.

"Your favorite leek filling, go, wash your hands to help!" Yuan Xiumei saw her daughter come back, scolded with a smile, and asked her daughter to wash her hands.

"Yes, Mom!" Meng Yufei saluted mischievously, made the family laugh, went to wash the handle, and sat down to make dumplings together.

Making dumplings is also a science, but it seems that boys generally don't have that kind of talent, and there are very few who can wrap them, Meng Yufei's father Meng Huadong is, he can roll them, he can't wrap them, even if he wraps them, they are crooked and twisted.

Since I was a child, Meng Yufei will mix dumplings at home, always make it white, and after a long time, I have practiced it, not only can wrap, but also wrap flower dumplings with folds, which are beautiful and delicious.

With Meng Yufei joining, the family talked and laughed, and after wrapping the dumplings with their hands and feet, Yuan Xiumei fried a few more dishes, and then the dumplings came out of the pot and the family started.

After a lively dinner, grandma drank a small glass of wine, ate a few bites of moon cakes and went back to the house to rest.

There are not so many patterns in moon cakes in this era, they are very ordinary and wrapped in white paper, and there are many flavors, such as rock sugar, mung beans, red beans, jujube paste, five kernels, chewing crisp, etc.

Meng Huadong buys about 6 packs every year, the moon cakes filled with rock sugar have the kind of green and red silk in them, and the jujube paste filling is soft with a bite, both of which are Meng Yufei's favorites.

Well, Meng Yufei also likes fruit-flavored moon cakes, but it seems that there are still very few now, Meng Yufei went to the pastry shop to buy pastries for her grandmother that day, and asked a few restaurants, but I haven't heard of them for the time being.

Grandma went to rest, and Meng Yufei and her parents sat in the courtyard to chat, waiting for the moon to rise.

The moon with a ring of gold finally rose, slowly passing through the wisps of light veil of white clouds.

Meng Yufei watched quietly, and in an instant, the color of the moon became lighter, rising high, hanging in the air, like a jade plate reflecting white light.

Through the bright moonlight, Meng Yufei seemed to see Chang'e dancing, in the shadows of the trees, Wu Gang cutting down trees, and the little moon rabbit......

"Come on, Xiaofei, eat mooncakes again!" Yuan Xiumei saw that her daughter was very quiet and handed her a mooncake.

Meng Yufei took it, it was filled with jujube paste that she loved to eat, smiled at her mother, unwrapped the wrapper, took a bite gently, and her mouth was full of sweetness.

"Mom, are you thinking about your grandparents again?"

Meng Yufei quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, saw her mother's somewhat sad face, and asked softly.

"When I was young, I remember one year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I asked your grandmother, what is on the moon? Your grandmother told me the story of Chang'e stealing the elixir......

I ask again what's on the stars? Your grandmother said, 'Everyone is a star in the sky, and if you walk on earth and taste the ups and downs of the world, you will eventually return to heaven.' ’

When I grow up, I know that this is just a folk legend, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother will always think of what your grandma said, and wonder if your grandma and grandpa will look at us from the stars? ”

Yuan Xiumei touched her daughter's little face, looked up at the sky, and missed her parents who left early.

Meng Yufei would follow her parents to her grandmother's house every year on the second day of junior high school, and she still remembered her grandmother's appearance, a small figure, always with a small basket on her head, a small blue coat, wrapped around her little feet, and her white face was full of wrinkles.

Every year after the children went, Grandma would always take out a large handful of peanuts, melon seeds and sugar for the children to eat, sit cross-legged on the hot kang, and tell stories to Meng Yufei and the children of the uncle's family, Yuan Xiaoqi, Yuan Xiaona, and the children of the aunt's family, Liu Kun, who is a kind old lady.

Grandma left when Meng Yufei was 12 years old, and she had a heart attack at the time, and she was not saved when she was sent to the hospital, and Meng Yufei was sad for a long time.

Grandpa is an old Red Army, a little hunched back, always slightly bent over, when grandma tells stories to the children on the kang, grandpa will roll a pack of tobacco shreds with white paper, holding his dry tobacco pouch, 'ba, ba, chirp' smoking, looking at the children's faces are also smiling.

Grandpa fought when he was young, and he had a lot of old wounds on his body, and he left within two years of hard work after grandma left, which made several children who were filial very sad. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Yuan Xiumei misses her mother a little when she thinks of what her mother said.

"Mom and Dad must be watching us from the sky, seeing that we are having a good time, the second elder will also feel at ease, don't think about it, ah......" Meng Huadong hugged his wife's shoulder and comforted.

"Dad, Mom, wait a minute, I'll go get the guitar and sing a song for you......" Not wanting to make my mother sad anymore, Meng Yufei stood up and ran into her room to get the guitar without waiting for the two to answer.

He didn't take Du Yuexin's guitar to school for her birthday last week, so she can use it now.

"Look how sensible our girl is!" Meng Huadong said to his wife with a smile.

"Yes, Xiaofei, this kid is getting more and more sensible."

Soon Meng Yufei took the guitar out, gently plucked the strings and began to sing: "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace......"

Meng Yufei sang the last sentence: I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Looking up at my father's face was a little weird, and then looking at my mother, I couldn't help but secretly scold myself for being stupid, my mother was thinking about my grandmother and grandfather, and I still sang this song with a sad tune, I was really stupid.

"That...... Change the song, change the song! ”

Meng Yufei sweated in her heart, despised herself, and then adjusted her sitting posture, this time sitting opposite her parents and singing a song "The Moon Represents My Heart".

"You ask me how much I love you, how much ...... I love you"

Although it is a love song, Meng Yufei also thinks it is quite appropriate to tell about family affection, anyway, the atmosphere is adjusted, and the parents of the last paragraph are singing together.

"Xiaofei's guitar is getting better and better, play more for your grandma when it's okay, and make her happy!" Yuan Xiumei looked at her daughter and said with a smile.

"Well, Mom, I'm going to buy the score of this drama in a few days, I have nothing to practice, I'll play it for my grandmother when I'm done, and my grandmother will sing it when I do, and I'll be happy!"

Meng Yufei readily agreed to her mother's words, she has basically never been exposed to drama, and it is a little more difficult to figure out the chords by herself, so it is faster and more accurate to buy a book.

The first Mid-Autumn Festival after Meng Yufei was reborn and came back passed like this, plain and warm.

Lying in bed at night, Meng Yufei fell asleep with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.