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Mid-Autumn Festival is here again.

Chanjuan lay on the grass, looking at the round of bright and full moon in the sky, without blinking, the light moonlight covered a layer, like a layer of tulle, faintly.

If Qianli was there, she would have made moon cakes for her, after all, moon cakes are for worship.

She thought so, the tip of her nose sour, her dark eyes covered with a layer of water, and she rubbed her eyes with her furry paws.

(a)

Her name is Chanjuan, she is a rabbit in the Moon Palace, and her best friend, Qianli, is the branch of the laurel tree in the Moon Palace, which was cut off, and under her care, it thrived and finally cultivated the human form.

"Qianlili, you say, when can we go to the world as guests?" Chanjuan lay under the tree, watching the figure of Chang'e's master and Sister Yutu leaving, her voice was a little low, and she had some expectations.

She is a red rabbit, not as white as Sister Yutu, so the master of Chang'e never takes her out, and she really wants to go out.

"Tomorrow." Chisato chuckled and shook his branches.

In fact, Qianli's humanoid shape is very good-looking, even better than Wu Gang's brother, he has a pair of eyebrows and eyes, slender and beautiful, when he squints at you, he always has a little bit of hooking, and she sometimes wants to hug it.

"Really!"

"Really."

………

(b)

They secretly went to the human world, only to know that the human world was so terrible.

Qianli was caught by the bad guys, they cut down his branches, pressed him to death, Qianli lay on the ground, still as warm as jade, smiled at her, he said: "Chanjuan, close your eyes, don't look." ”

She listened to him the most, curled up in the corner, and closed her eyes.

And then there's the fire, the faint glow......

The scorching air, as if it was about to burn her.

She opened her eyes and saw only her Chisaku, wrapped in a ball of fire, she lost control for the first time, and such a sad feeling filled her heart, her throat seemed to be grinded, and she let out a hoarse cry: "Chiri-"

That day, on the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she still had half a moon cake in her hand, which was bought for her by Qianli.

Those people were frightened, she rushed up, cut through the dust, and resisted the heat, but it was still too late......

Her thousands of miles, only a small branch remains.

She clung to the branch and hid.

"A Thousand Miles...... Qianli ...... "On a windless night, she damaged her cultivation, revealing part of her original body, and her two hands, which had become rabbit paws, a black piece, which was burned by fire......

"Chisato, are you okay when you get up? I'm so scared......" Chanjuan choked up, sat down by the river, at a loss, wanted to touch the small branch, but was afraid......

No one responded.

Her thousands of miles are finally gone.

(c)

After thousands of miles, she refused to return to the Moon Palace, anyway, she was not the only rabbit in the Moon Palace.

Chanjuan lived in this deep mountain and old forest, anyway, she is a rabbit, she can make holes, and she can live anywhere.

She planted the branch again, and took care of it day after day.

Spring goes to autumn, year after year, Mid-Autumn Festival passes one after another.

She still hasn't come back.

"Qianli, my hair is a little better today, and it has grown a little bit."

"Qianli, I can make osmanthus cake, it's not very delicious."

"Qianli, I sneaked out today, there is a lantern festival over there, they said, 'I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together', you say, do you mean the two of us?"

"Chisato, I want to eat what you made......" she choked as she hugged the tree, snuggling up to him.

Her thousands of miles, she hasn't come back, how can she be alone for a long time?

(Ending)

"I hope people will ...... for a long time" Chanjuan was still lying on the ground, looking at the moon, slowly closing her eyes, chuckling, her emaciated shoulders trembled slightly, and crystal tears seemed to slide down the corners of her eyes.

There was a sound behind him, and only a warm male voice could be heard whispering: "Thousands of miles together Chanjuan......"

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.