Chapter 104: Drunk Mid-Autumn Moon Together

After the school ended, Dahong Cao Engui sat in the dormitory and chatted and said, "Engui, I always feel that Principal Chen is sometimes weird. "Hahaha, your reaction is really not flattering." "Why?" "You don't know that he is Zhu Xiaowen's maternal uncle." "yes, I really don't know." "Old classmate, the Buddha said, everything is fate. Do you think the two of us came to this Stone Buddha Middle School out of thin air? "What do you mean?" "It doesn't mean anything, you don't know yet, I saw Zhu Xiaowen chasing after the school today."

In the evening, Zhu Xiaowen went to Dahong's bedroom and admired the painting on the wall with "clear water, green mountains and red trees" and said to herself: "Hang this painting and live in this master, what is the ugliness of this ugly room?" Dahong lit a mosquito coil and said, "Xiaowen, don't laugh at me." A friend near the army sent a Spring Festival condolence gift that year. When I went home and waited for the distribution, I inadvertently flipped through it and brought it. "Oh, this guy has a lot of fun. Brother Da Hong, you were assigned to this sandwich ditch, to be honest, I am quite ashamed. "It's nothing, uncle said, it's good for young people to sharpen and sharpen more." "Well, don't talk about that. Is Sister Hua Mei back for summer vacation? Dahong shook his head and said, "She's also waiting for the assignment and hasn't come back." Now that she is finally at ease, she is in Zunyi City Hospital. "It seems that she is not like you, and she eats fireworks in the world."

In the morning class, a girl sweating profusely ran to the door of the classroom to shout a report, the students laughed, Dahong gestured to stop it, and asked, "Why are you late?" "Early in the morning, I went to the river dam to carry the sand." "Come in and go to class."

Dahong naturally thought of his family background and student days, and his mood was very heavy. After class, I found Principal Chen and said, "Principal Chen, I want to mobilize the whole class to engage in work-study. "Well, it's a good idea, the school must be very supportive, and parents and students may also respond positively." But what are you going to do? "Raise long-haired rabbits. During my home visit, I found that there are many families raised here, and it is said that it is quite profitable, but it is only sporadically raised, and it cannot form a scale effect. "Well, a few old classrooms in the school, that's just in the right place."

Sure enough, parents and students actively participated, not only donating bamboo to make rabbit cages, but also donating rabbits and rabbits. Soon, dozens of breeding rabbits and hundreds of small rabbits were raised, and the growth was gratifying.

Every night, Dahong Cao Engui takes the boys in the class to take turns on duty.

Hua Mei and Wang Xuehong came back from Lu Tingting's wedding, and they were silent, Wang Xuehong joked: "Hua Mei, you touched the scene today, right?" "Yes, the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, who doesn't feel homesick." "Hee-hee, a love word, it's really hard to boil people. Why don't we go back and forth in time? "Ghost girl, it's quite fashionable." "Do you think of him in your heart, and he thinks of you in your heart?" "Or, now if you ask the Mid-Autumn Moon in the sky, there will be an answer."

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Principal Chen invited Dahong to his home to admire the moon, only to know that Zhu Xiaowen was here.

Drinking tea and chatting, eating moon cakes and admiring the moon, the eldest son of the Chen family improvised an erhu ......

Zhu Xiaowen said: "It is said that it is difficult to see the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the southwest, but tonight is really a wish, it was raining yesterday, who would have thought that there would be this round and big Mid-Autumn Moon tonight." Principal Chen chimed in: "Well, it's really very rare. ”

Dahong listened to the pipa silently, stared blankly at the moon, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Zhu Xiaowen glanced at him and said, "Brother Dahong, what do you want." Dahong smiled and didn't squeak, and Zhu Xiaowen continued: "It won't be writing a Mantic love poem against the moon, right?" "Hahaha, I've got all my thoughts." "Yes. A book says that the poet's talent and passion are all baked by a raging fire. You might as well add a few more handfuls of firewood to your heart...... "Alas, that heart has already been charred." ”

Zhu Xiaowen smiled bitterly.

Dahong returned to the bedroom, took out half of the mooncake that was quietly left, carefully wrapped it in paper, took Huamei's photo, and talked to her silently......

The night is getting deeper, Dahong wanders on the playground, the ground exposed after a day of rain, as if it is still steaming hot, Yuer heard a few faint insect chirps, from time to time a dark fragrance wafted, and the Chen family came out of the lingering erhu ...... Yue'er walked slowly to the head of the west wall, and the light spread to the side fence flower bed, and the cosmos looked different delicate and charming......

The Mid-Autumn Festival stops at the beginning of the wind and rain. faltering, bright; How many time and space cycles are crossed, and how many springs in the world are overlooked; How many lonely shadows are reflected, and how many joyful songs are illuminated; How many poets' pen and ink have been exhausted, and how many incomprehensible complexes have been condensed.

The piano is lingering, and the tune is cut and cut; The autumn insects also sleep, and the west wall pours out over the moon; Pacing the fence to think about the return date, stepping on a piece of acacia snow. The lack of the moon is always tempting, and who knows the sleepless night when the moon is full? In the coming year, the fragrance of cinnamon will be drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival.