When Yinglong woke up, he couldn't help but think that the Mid-Autumn Festival had arrived.

When he was in Lake City, he was most afraid of the holidays, because he could only hide alone in the rental house and stay alone, eat some takeaways, and live a boring life.

Yinglong has been in Lake City for a while and has been living a single life.

No one cares what is going on with him, whether his life is good or not.

Except when he called home, his parents would ask him if he had eaten well and slept peacefully, but don't be hungry and wronged himself.

Yinglong always comforted his parents that they didn't have to worry about him, that he knew how to take care of himself, and that he was living a good life now.

Mom and Dad are Mom and Dad after all, and I always miss him in my heart.

Whenever there is a holiday, Yinglong feels that it is too troublesome to go back and forth to Bencheng, so he simply does not go home for the holiday, but stays alone in the rental house to sleep.

He slept until late and didn't get up until late, then lazily cleaned up and slipped into a small restaurant on the street to eat something that looked a little bit like a traditional festival.

Sometimes, these shops will also close for the holidays, so Yinglong has no place to eat, so he simply goes to the supermarket to buy some dry goods and go home to fill his stomach.

The lonely Dragon Boat Festival and the boring Mid-Autumn Festival were the most difficult days for him during that time, unlike some festivals that left a few days off to go home for reunion, and in those years, the short Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival could only be spent alone in loneliness.

"The moon is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the family is hometown."

Yinglong looked up at the night sky on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bright moon in the sky hung high in the sky, like a silver plate, illuminating the vicissitudes of the world.

At this time, the people leaning alone in front of the window did not feel the feeling of homesickness in a foreign land.

Yinglong felt a little bored at this time, so he got dressed and went to the river to sit alone.

He sat on a chair by the river, ordered a bottle of beer and drank it slowly.

Ying Long did not invite Emin or his colleagues to sit with him, because Ying Long speculated that they should stay at home at this time to have a reunion dinner with relatives and friends, or to enjoy the moon together.

If you call them now, it may seem a little abrupt, so simply go to the river alone to drink and admire the moon.

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year."

The moon rises in the night sky, and the silver light shines on the river, and the dim river reflects the moonlight, and the waves push the light to flow on the river.

By this time, the barges were already docked on the shore, and the dim light of the boats leaked out of the small windows, overflowing on the water on the side of the boat, and the river was silent.

Yinglong leaned back in his chair, looked at the river, and drank a beer. In the chair next to him, there were also couples dating and partying young lads.

The young couples were talking to each other with their heads down, smiling quietly.

The other boys, who appeared to be brothers, sat around a table, shook dice and gambled on wine, and whoever had the smallest point was given a beer.

They shouted and shouted three times and five by two, and they were drunk in high spirits.

Yinglong drank quietly alone, and he looked at the rising moon by the riverside, but could the bright moon in the sky see him and sprinkle the luster of love on him?

Yinglong recalled that in his childhood, every Mid-Autumn Festival, his father would take a few scallion oil mooncakes or five-kernel mooncakes for the children in the family to taste, which means reunion and full moon.

Enjoying the moon together on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival and eating a piece of mooncake means that the year will be safe and smooth.

At that time, every family would buy two or three catties of moon cakes for their families to taste, especially the children at home loved to eat one or two moon cakes.

That kind of scallion oil mooncake has a little green onion fragrance, a little sweet and a little salty.

Five-kernel mooncakes are soft and delicious, containing melon seeds and crushed peanuts, soft and delicious.

Both Yinglong and Yingzhu will eat a piece and then ask their parents for a piece to satisfy their appetites.

Often two pieces of moon cakes come down, and the little belly is already full.

Because their parents were worried that their stomachs would not be digested, their parents would never allow them to eat the third piece, and they must save it for the next night.

Therefore, when Yingzhu and Yinglong finished eating the second mooncake, they had to smell the fragrance of the cake that went straight to their noses, and waited until the next night to eat another mooncake.

Now Yinglong's unit will also distribute mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Yinglong received a boxed mooncake, but when he opened the box hopefully, he found that there were only four poor Cantonese mooncakes.

At that time, he tore open the packaging bag of mooncakes, and when he was about to eat one to fill his stomach, he took a bite of it, and the burnt yellow dough was sticky and full of lotus paste, with a very oily and greasy taste, and it seemed a little choking in his mouth.

It has a sweet taste, but it doesn't have a delicious taste. It's not like the craving when I greedily bit into the five-kernel mooncake when I was a child, and at the same time, I will compare whether it is the deliciousness of Wuren or the deliciousness of scallion oil.

Maybe it's because I have eaten too many moon cakes, and I don't have the freshness I had at the beginning, so I don't taste as delicious as I did back then, and the feeling of eating moon cakes alone is also boring, and there is no lively atmosphere during the festival at all.

The river breeze by the river blew a little chill on his body, and Yinglong hugged his shoulders tightly and shrunk his neck.

Late at night, the moon rose in the sky, and the buddies who were shaking dice and punishing wine next to him gradually quieted down, sitting on the side smoking and eating supper.

The young couples sat together, and the man put his arm on his girlfriend's shoulder and silently watched the river under the moonlight.

Yinglong drank a lot of beer, and couldn't help but burp, and the wine immediately squirted out. He felt tasteless, so he called the boss and asked for a crayfish.

After a while, the boiled crayfish was brought up, and it was a little hot to the touch.

Yinglong put a few boiled red, oily crayfish in an empty bowl to cool for a while.

After a while, he began to peel the crayfish's crispy carapace.

Yinglong first tore off the prickly shrimp claws, and then pinched the shrimp head and shrimp body respectively and broke them open.

He tossed the pointed shrimp head aside, and peeled off the shrimp shell with his fingers, which had been cut into a slit, and finally only the white and tender shrimp meat remained.

Yinglong sandwiched the shrimp meat on the tip of the chopsticks, dipped some soy sauce and vinegar, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Very gluttonous taste, not only tender and delicious, but also with the spicy and fresh aroma of condiments, eat a bite of shrimp meat and drink a sip of cold beer, feast.

The crayfish in the pot no longer have the same majestic appearance as before.

Before the crayfish is out of the pot, it is still spitting bubbles, waving the shrimp claws as if to demonstrate to the chef, until after getting out of the pot, after boiling and frying, it has long lost its vitality and has become a red, fragrant and spicy delicacy in the world.

Yinglong remembered the appearance of Yingzhu's martial arts when he confronted him in the early years, which was simply incredible. But what has become now, he has no intention of guessing.

If the crayfish turns into a big crab, it's not what he wants.

Soon only the spicy soup and condiments in the pot were left for a crayfish, and Yinglong was also full.

He sat down in his chair to rest, and there was still a spicy sensation on his lips.

The boiled crayfish in the south is more famous and is a famous local dish.

Whenever everyone has a late-night snack, they usually order one or two servings of crayfish for a treat.

Although the crayfish here is spicy and fresh, many people still like to order this famous dish because it is so delicious.

Yinglong walked home after settling the bill.

Because he was too full, he didn't want to take the car back, and planned to walk around slowly to digest the food in his stomach, otherwise his stomach would be too full and he would sleep comfortably at night.

Yinglong walked along the sparsely populated streets, and he suddenly thought: "I have spent this year's Mid-Autumn Festival like this, so how should I spend this time next year?" ”

"This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year."

Tonight is over, and when will it be?

Yinglong didn't know how those wanderers who were in a foreign land like him should spend a day that was originally a spring festival?

Yinglong put his hand in his trouser pocket, his fingers fiddling with the keys inside.

It was these few keys that locked his time for the past few years.

He looked at the deserted streets, the traffic lights beating at the intersection at a fast pace, and there were few cars passing by, but the air was filled with the smell of foul exhaust fumes.

He looks back on how little progress he has made in the past few years, and everything goes back and forth like the hands on a clock.

When I go to work, I am busy with the same work, and there is no room for novelty and play. Fortunately, his salary was paid on time, which helped him pay his monthly living expenses and made him courageous

Qi persists on this path.

Life is like a tune without highs and lows, going on in an orderly manner, watching the people around him come and go, and there is nothing that surprises him.

He was looking forward to an unexpected change, so that the bowl of bland consommé in his hand would add a little spice and make it no longer tasteless.

The joy of life seems to have been quietly hidden since leaving Ben Cheng, as if the hermit is not met, and I have searched all corners of life, but I can't find a surprising fragment.

And many joys and sorrows exist only in memories, and those situations and dialogues are as bleak as a long-term black and white film.

Although some things are still fresh in my memory, they lack vitality when I play with them.

The passion for life is like a charcoal fire gradually extinguishing in a brazier on a winter night, completely losing its vitality.

As far as he was concerned, like a wild goose that had scribbled on paper, he flew alone, not daring to chirp loudly, and had no companion to look for. 、

Although he was in the vast sky, he was the only lone bird.

Only in this way did the dragon fly, looking for branches to perch on, so that the tired wings could have a chance to breathe.

When will he find a partner who can stay and fly together, he seems to be waiting for a date and has been looking forward to it for a long time.

But at present, we can only keep looking forward to it, as for who will be able to enter his heart and walk hand in hand with him in the future, it is still unknown.

Maybe Yinglong will desperately guess the appearance of the person he likes when he is bored, but no matter how he reminisces, there is only a vague outline.

He didn't have a specific idea of what kind of strokes to use to depict it.

Perhaps, like other single aristocrats, they only have a general ideal model in their hearts, if they have to say three or five, the details are almost the same.

If you insist on stating a detailed standard, it must be what you like, and no one wants to make do with it.