"Father, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is the brightest and roundest, Mother must have seen our party and our delicious mooncakes, right?" At the door of the restaurant, Amy snuggled into McGonagall's arms sitting on the steps at the door of the restaurant, looked up at the bright moon in the sky like a white jade plate, and asked softly.

The friends had already gone back, and there was silence all around, except for the bright light of the moon peeking out through the cracks in the clouds.

"Yes, she must have seen Amy dancing cutely, and she also saw our delicious mooncakes." McGonagall nodded.

"Mother! I'm Amy, and I miss you so much! Amy put her little hand in front of her mouth and made the shape of a small trumpet, and shouted at the moon.

McGonagall looked down at Amy, and suddenly felt her heart tighten, and she felt a little distressed.

"However, the moon cakes are really delicious, my father made moon cakes with the moon, it's a pity that you can't eat them, but I can eat them for you." Amy suddenly took out a mung bean paste mooncake from her small pocket, peeled off the outer paper, took a bite, chewed happily, and then swallowed, raised her little hand to hold a small crescent mooncake high to the moon, and said with a smile: "Look, it's really super delicious." You wait, we will eat the moon sooner or later, and then save you! ”

McGonagall, who was still a little sad, was amused by Amy's words, touched the little guy's head, and said, "Then Amy, come on, the moon doesn't look big, but it's actually bigger than the city of chaos." ”

"Really?" Amy's eyes widened all of a sudden, and she looked at McGonagall incredulously, then slowly moved the mooncake in her hand to her eyes, and said with some puzzlement: "But, Father, look, the moon is as big as my mooncake?" I can eat half of it in one bite. ”

"It's like when a person is standing in the distance, you see him as a small dot like an ant, but when he stands in front of you, he is very tall, because of the distance. And the moon is very far away from us, so looking at the moon that is only the size of a moon cake is actually very huge, so that your Mu Qing can live on the moon. McGonagall smiled and continued.

"Oh......" Amy nodded as if she didn't understand, took a bite of the moon cake in her hand, looked up at the moon, and said with some envy: "I also want to live in the moon." ”

"Why?" McGonagall looked at Amy in confusion.

"In this case, if you are hungry, you can lie on the ground and take a bite of the moon, it must be super delicious!" Amy looked at the moon with shiny eyes and said expectantly.

McGonagall had in her mind the picture of Amy biting off half a moon, and couldn't help but shake her head to throw out this weird picture, but this time she didn't rush to popularize science, childlike innocence is the most beautiful thing, and sometimes the so-called science seems a little boring.

"Father, tell me a story, I want to hear today's story with my mother." Amy said as she looked up at McGonagall.

"Okay, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, then my father will tell you a story of 'Chang'e running to the moon'." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded happily, shifted her position, and lay comfortably in McGonagall's arms, looking at McGonagall quietly.

McGonagall thought for a moment, then smiled and began to speak: "Once upon a time, there were ten suns in the sky......

The story of Chang'e running to the moon McGonagall had heard it many times in her grandmother's arms when she was a child, and she would tell it almost every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, even if McGonagall was in her twenties, she would still listen to her carefully every Mid-Autumn Festival.

That kind old woman, even though she has forgotten the names of many people, still remembers how to make her grandson's favorite osmanthus cake, and she has to make a cage by herself every Mid-Autumn Festival.

She didn't hear the story during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and McGonagall had insomnia all night, feeling that something was missing in her heart that she would never seem to be able to fill.

And today, looking at Amy, who was listening carefully to the story in his arms, he seemed to feel that in the small courtyard that year, the old man who was shaking a big pu fan under the osmanthus tree and telling him the story with a Hokkien accent came back.

"Chang'e took the elixir of life, and then flew to the sky, all the way to the moon...... "McGonagall said softly.

And then ...... Did she eat the moon? Amy suddenly asked curiously.

"Why?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"Because...... Sometimes the moon will have a missing opening, and the opening will get bigger and bigger, and finally almost all of it will be eaten, and then it will take a while to slowly grow back, it must be Chang'e who ate the moon after she arrived on the moon, right? Fortunately, the moon will grow on its own, so there will be a moon in the sky. Amy said with a serious face.

"Uh......" McGonagall was speechless for a while, it was really not an easy task to explain the moon and the moon and the lack of moon in such a reasonable and well-founded way, and it contained the philosophy of foodies.

"She can eat such a big moon, the moon must be super delicious, and when we find our mother, I will eat the moon too...... Eat the moon ......," muttered Amy, already asleep in McGonagall's arms.

"Moon...... Moon...... Eat your ......" McGonagall looked at the little guy in her arms and smacked her lips, couldn't help but smile and shook her head, and looked up at the sky, the moon was already half obscured by dark clouds, and it looked like it might rain tonight.

Holding Amy and slowly standing up, he turned around and was about to pull the door in, but he stopped all of a sudden and turned around again.

A figure walked out of the square slowly, walking a little lame, but the speed was not slow, and after a while, he came to the door of the restaurant, grinned at McGonagall, and said, "Today's mooncakes are delicious, I don't know if you can sell me another box?" I want to bring it back to my child, who loves desserts. ”

"If the child likes to eat, it is naturally possible, but it takes some time to make mooncakes, so you can sit down for a while." McGonagall glanced up at the dense bushes not far away, intentionally or unintentionally, but quickly withdrew her gaze, looked at the man standing in the doorway, nodded slightly, turned and pulled the door open, and glanced at the few people standing scattered on the street on the right before entering.

The lame man hesitated, consciously glanced left and right, and followed McGonagall into the dining room.

"The child is asleep, I'll take her up to sleep first, you can sit at will, the annoying mouse is still coming." McGonagall spoke, and walked upstairs with Amy in her arms.