The old man likes to chat with Bai Xuemi, chatting about the east and the west.

Bai Xuemi was a little impatient.

Silence is required to enjoy this view.

She put the old man in her mouth and looked up at the moon hanging in front of her.

The moon was round and extraordinarily large, orange-red.

The warm hues don't match the grey-blue night sky, but they match the brightly lit city below.

Could it be that the moon is not willing to be lonely in the sky and wants to return to the world?

Or, Mom is above the moon and misses me?

Mom is on the moon, that's what Dad said.

I've said that to her since I was a child, so she really thinks so-

As a kind of faith, stubbornly think so.

Her impressions of her mother are all before the age of 4.

Four-year-olds, in fact, have memories.

Mom's high heels are one of those memories.

"Do-do"

The nails hit the floor and made a drumbeat like a bird striking a tree.

"Do-do"

The sound of the drum is so powerful that it can make your little heart beat faster,

I can make a smile climb up my face,

I was able to put down the toy in my hand and immediately called my mother to follow the sound.

Why have you never worn high heels?

Because I'm afraid of thinking of my mother.

At that time, like all children, I liked to put my little feet in my mother's shoes and learn to walk.

It was the most fun game, as if if you put on your mother's big shoes, you will grow up in an instant, and you can be as beautiful as your mother.

She looked at the orange moon, and her eyes became moist—

In the tears, the moon fainted in circles and became larger.

Isn't this so that you can get closer to your mother?

The old man looked up at the moon as well, and then looked away at her, and saw the sparkle of stars in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, didn't I say anything good? Makes you sad? The old man asked apologetically.

"No, the wind blows." Bai Xuemi turned her face away and quickly wiped away her tears with her hands.

What's so sad about it, mom is very happy in the moon.

When I'm happy, she'll be happy. This is what Dad has always taught her.

"Shall we go to the cabin and sit down?" The old man suggested.

"Okay." The river breeze in winter is very cold, and her face is almost frozen-

The cabin where the old man took Bai Xuemi was on the third floor.

There was a waiter guarding the cabin, and when he saw the old man, he immediately opened the cabin door.

It's warm inside, the décor is refreshing and subtle, and all the accessories are of high quality.

Leather sofas, mahogany coffee tables, expensive audio-visual equipment and so on are all available.

It is surrounded by windows, with blackout curtains drawn and a transparent skylight inlaid on the top.

The night sky outside the skylight seemed to be within reach, and the moon was embedded in it, and the clouds drifted gently past the moon.

After the hatch was closed, it was quiet.

The old man pressed the stereo with the remote control, and the melodious guzheng song sounded.

Bai Xuemi's eyes showed an intoxicated look.

The music is so familiar.

Yes, when I was a child, my mother coaxed herself to sleep, and she liked to play such tunes, such as "Mountains and Flowing Water", "Fishing Boat Singing at Night", "Plum Blossom Three Alleys" and so on.

Listening to this music, she felt a little hooked.

"I have a daughter who loves to listen to guzheng music, so it's this kind of classical music that I listen to the most here." The old man broke the silence by handing her a bottle of mineral water.

"It's good. Is this what is for her? ”

"No, she's long gone, and the music here is in honor of her."

The old man's voice was a little bleak in the music.

She felt pity, it seemed that the old man missed his daughter, no wonder he kept pestering himself to talk.

"My dad said that people don't have to be unhappy when they die, they go to the moon, and the moon has their new home. You see," she reassured the old man, pointing to the moon overhead, "it's beautiful there, too." ”

"It's desolate there. Do you really believe in such myths? ”

"Of course believe in myths, because it's actually a blessing." She said optimistically.

"You're right." The old man smiled, but tears welled up in his eyes, "It's better for you young people, your ideas are much more energetic than those of us old guys." ”

"My grandfather used to say that people become happy when they think differently. So even though I don't have my parents, I don't feel sad at all. Her voice was a little hoarse.

This is not so much to comfort the old man as to comfort himself.