Unconsciously, the sun went down, Zhang Quan stepped into the back garden, a group of maids shuttled in it, some holding fruit bowls, some holding watering cans, some holding brooms, like colorful butterflies dancing in the flowers, busy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a huge pond in the backyard of Taishou Mansion, connected with the outer moat and dark river, Zhang Quan has an inexplicable liking for water, the previous life is like this, crossed over, this preference has not changed, in his spare time, he ordered his subordinates to expand the area of the flower pond, planted many well-known flowers and plants to build a few rockeries, the pool water is deeply embedded in the strict cliffs, the steep cliffs on both sides cover the pond body, like the golden gate is half open, the best place is half locked and half exposed. The spring water slowly poured into the deep pool from the stone cracks, and the water waves were not rising. The emerald water surface is as quiet as a virgin, and when the mountain breeze blows, it only blows a faint laugh line, and it is difficult to stir its deep meaning. But as soon as the water overflowed the mouth of the pool, the character changed, and the power that had been hidden for a long time immediately burst out, as fast as the wind, as fast as an arrow, rolling on the sloping stone wall, rising waves, and beginning its magnificent journey. Time passed like flowing water, and before I knew it, Granny Autumn had come to visit the small pond. The leaves on the trees slowly turned golden yellow, one by one, fluttering down in the harsh autumn wind, and fell to the ground, laying a golden carpet for Mother Earth, and also falling into the pond, covering the pond with a golden quilt for the winter. In this season, there are obviously fewer bees and butterflies busy by the pond, and many beautiful people don't come often, and the small pond becomes quiet, even a little lonely. But tonight here again becomes a bit lively, the party guards Zhang Quan's mother to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here on August 15, although the lady just has to prepare a few ordinary things, but the maid in the house is still busy, graceful figure shuttles through it, forming another beautiful landscape.

Since the death of his father, his mother has been immersed in grief with tears all day long, and he is usually busy, and he comes to visit his mother whenever he is free, but his mother has never been able to get out of the abyss of his heart. Now that his mother is actively organizing the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Quan is sincerely happy that his mother can walk out of the past and face the reality.

When Zhang Quan arrived, his mother was already sitting quietly waiting for Zhang Quan under the service of several personal maids.

Looking at his mother's expectant eyes, Zhang Quan secretly hated why he couldn't come earlier, but let his mother wait for him, no matter how charming the scenery on the roadside and the pond is, can it be more important than family affection?

Zhang Quan quickly came to his mother Zhang's kneeling and said guiltily: "Mother, the child has made you wait for a long time."

"Son, why are you so troubled", the mother hurriedly stood up and helped Zhang Quan in a panic, completely losing the gentle and elegant image of the past, generous manners, graceful and luxurious, more like a panicked and paranoid mother.

His mother's panic made Zhang Quan feel even more ashamed, his knees moved, holding his mother's trembling and somewhat cool hand, his heart was cramping, and tears overflowed his eyes unconsciously.

The mother also had tears rippling, and the tears in the corners of her eyes fell on Zhang Quan's cheeks, sad for his father's departure, or happy that Zhang Quan could carry the huge foundation with his immature shoulders. ，

Warm and painful tears dripped on Zhang Quan's face, like the lead of a kite, pulling Zhang Quan's tears to flow out, and he couldn't stop.

Mother and son hug and cry, both mourning for the death of their father and hurting for the future hesitation.

After a long time, the two came out of the shadow of sadness, and the mother gently helped Zhang Quan wipe the tears on his face, and from time to time his undried tears were still dripping on Zhang Quan's face.

"Quan'er, come and sit," the mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her left hand, and hurriedly wiped the spotless table that had been scrubbed by the maid with her right hand, beckoning Zhang Quan to sit down.

"Mother, come, I'll come" picked up her mother's rickety body and hurriedly sat down, for fear that her mother would be busy again.

"Come, Quan'er, come and eat pears", as soon as Zhang Quan sat down, his mother took out a yellow, orange, orange, golden duck pear from the fruit bowl and sent it to Zhang Quan.

"Mother, the child will come by himself", reached out and hurriedly took the big duck pear handed over, and took a bite hard, the tender flesh stuffed Zhang Quan's mouth, and the dripping juice flowed down the corners of his mouth, "Mother, it's delicious, you can eat it too", raised the pear in his hand, signaling that his mother was really delicious, "I took another one from the plate, and a vague voice came from the mouth stuffed with pulp, "Mother, you have one too"

"Quan'er eat" took the pear in Zhang Quan's hand, put it back on the plate, kept looking at Zhang Quan, and didn't want to leave for a moment, afraid that his baby son would disappear from his eyes.

The table is full of all kinds of fresh fruits, including peaches, plums, apricots, pears, all big and round, and Zhang Qian and others have introduced courgettes, walnuts, pomegranates and other products from the Western Regions. There are also some other things, such as various kinds of pastries, chicken, duck and fish, etc., not to mention one by one, and the small desk is stacked tightly.

In the company of several maids, the mother and son spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in the first year of the first year of the first peace in singing and laughing, the mother was looking at Zhang Quan most of the time, Zhang Quan sometimes helped his mother peel a pear, sometimes told a joke, causing the mother and a few maids to laugh and show flowers, the moon seemed to be infected, with big eyes, like white jade, hanging high in the white sky, admiring everyone.

Rao is Zhang Quan has been exercising now, and the amount of food has increased greatly, and when he walks, he also has a big belly, and his round belly reflects a dazzling white light under the illumination of the moon.

During the banquet, the mother kept bringing fruits to Zhang Quan to eat, eating the fruits on the table one by one, and kept sandwiching the food on the table into Zhang Quan's bowl, so that Zhang Quan could not stop eating until Zhang Quan really couldn't go down.

Halfway through, his mother occasionally mentioned Zhang Quan's marriage, and Zhang Luo was looking for a family in the city of the eldest son of the Shangdang, and he wanted to tell Zhang Quan about the family with a girl. Zhang Quan's head was big when he heard it, this is too early, even if he got married early in ancient times, but Zhang Quan was just fifteen years old, and he was at the age of the most junior high school in contemporary times, and he was not afraid of rebellion, and he was going to get married now Zhang Quan really couldn't accept it, although he was a human being in two lives, but Zhang Quan still couldn't accept it, and he could only eat hard in exchange for a moment of his mother's idea of urging marriage, and couldn't help but think of modern society, all kinds of parents reported on the Internet forced to find boyfriends and girlfriends, forced to get married. Even the industry of renting boyfriends and girlfriends was born for this reason, after two thousand years of development, the mother's nature is still so strong, and it has not disappeared in the long river with the changes of history.

This is the great and ordinary mother's love, in the most ordinary way, caring for her children bit by bit. Let this lonely and lonely soul that has passed through thousands of years have a harbor to rely on, maternal love......

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