I walked down the street, panicking for some reason. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The full moon overhead is still sinking in the east, which is extraordinarily close and extraordinarily large. But the moonlight was not bright at all, but from the bottom edge of the moon, a red halo gradually penetrated and spread, slowly dyeing the half moon blood-red.

Lunar eclipse?

The moon now is as red as I've never seen before, like a drop of blood. I've never even seen a moon like this in a photo, so I'm not sure if it's a lunar eclipse or not. In my natural wisdom, the moon may turn red during a lunar eclipse, but it has never been so red. And I think that lunar eclipses are usually predictable, and if there is such an astronomical spectacle, it has been foretold several days in advance, and men and women will be crowding to the various viewing platforms to see the moon tonight in the name of romance, just like the meteor showers of various constellations in the past.

But these days there is no such forecast at all, and I have not even heard of it.

So, is it a completely unpredictable "red moon"?

The moon turned red so fast that I was completely red before I even reached the supermarket. As the moon turned red, the moonlight dimmed a little more, and the color of the moonlight became more eerie.

I looked up at the moon and saw that it looked a bit like a bloodshot eyeball at the moment.

What a situation! I quickly withdrew my gaze and stopped looking at it, because it was quite uncomfortable to see the moon like this. This is not a romantic astronomical landscape, even the moonlight shining on the body makes people feel their hairs stand on end.

I picked up my pace and even trotted all the way into the supermarket.

This time, I came to the largest Walmart supermarket in the neighborhood, which is three stories high, with a small shop on the first floor and a real supermarket self-selection area on the second and third floors. The fresh food is on the second floor, so I took the escalator directly to the second floor.

When I entered the supermarket, the room was full of people and bright lights, and there was no way for the moonlight to invade, but it made me feel safe all of a sudden. In the city, the biggest enemy of moonlight and starlight is the light, as long as the light is bright, the stars and moon in the sky will become blurred, appearing fragile and powerless. This is also the reason why people who pursue a little bourgeoisie like to go to the countryside and lie on the firewood stack to watch the stars - because they are rare, they are precious.

I looked at my watch, and there was still an hour and a half before the bar opened, so I had to hurry.

When I focused on shopping, I quickly forgot about the uncomfortable blood moon.

I weighed some red beans in the cereal area, and specially took a few fresh fruits and vegetables that I like to eat in the spring, and then I went to the aquatic area.

I want to buy a few fresh octopus, because I just bought a mold for making takoyaki online two days ago, and I thought that Rixia likes to eat this, so I might as well try to make it.

The area of the aquatic area is very large, and there are many tall glass fish tanks, and all kinds of live fish for people to buy swim around in the tanks, which are dense and crowded. Fish and other seafood are displayed on the counter, and it's hard to survive after being transported to the supermarket inland, so buy something from the sea that has just died.

When I walked to the counter, I suddenly heard a childish laughter, and a little boy of five or six years old ran past me with his arms outstretched, likened to an "airplane", and slammed against a large glass jar.

"Wow!" He let out a great exclamation, "What a fish! ”

"Son, don't be naughty!" A bespectacled man in his early thirties hurried up to him and stopped him, but there was no blame.

It was the word "son" that softened my heart, because my father called me that from the very young age until the last moment.

"Waiter, help me weigh a little octopus, thank you!" I took my eyes back from them.

The young man in the supermarket uniform smiled and handed me a plastic bag and an iron clip.

"Load it yourself, I'll weigh you after it's finished!"

I took it and carefully fiddled with the octopus with the clip. Octopuses, unlike squid, are smaller, and now they are piled up on the surface of the counter with crushed smoothies, long since they are motionless. Fortunately, these are considered chilled, not frozen, and the taste of the two is very different.

I've never made an octopus before, so I don't know exactly how to pick one. I rummaged through it with a clip, choosing the ones that were full of shapes and colors and beautiful colors to put in plastic bags.

"Oh, young man, how did you pick all these fuchsia ones!" Someone next to me spoke to me.

I turned my head to see an old woman pushing a cart standing next to me.

Speaking of which, I've always liked these old ladies because most of them are very enthusiastic and take the initiative to help people. This feeling has been even stronger since I often go to the wet market in the morning market.

They will not hesitate to hand over their life experience to you, and sometimes they will directly help you through difficult times.

"This, it's better to have a lighter color and a little pink and white, and to have thicker claws, fresh and delicious!" The old woman continued to instruct me.

"Is that so?" I followed her characteristics and picked up a small, plump octopus with a clip.

"Yes, that's the best, the fuchsia one is one grade worse, young man, just pick this one!"

Before I could say thank you, I heard a voice interrupt us.

"Hey, hurry up, pick an octopus and grind it like this, you know!"

I looked back and saw a man in a suit standing behind me, carrying a black leather briefcase in one hand and a plastic bag in the other, holding the back of the hand that was holding the plastic bag against the tip of his nose, with a look of disgust on his face.

It should be the person who pursues the creed of "gentleman is far away from cooking", maybe someone forced him to buy aquatic products, so he was so irritable and impatient.

Although they are both human beings, they are very different from human beings. Some people have clear spiritual goals, such as power, such as art, and on the way to strive for the goal, all the trivial things that waste time are hateful, and some people even think that even the minimum requirements of life such as food, clothing, housing and transportation are indifferent. I envy this kind of person with a clear goal, but I don't know my life goal, I can only taste those small and certain happiness from the firewood, rice, oil, salt, and daily trivial things in life, in order to make up for the huge emptiness of the soul.

In that sense, I envy my brothers and sisters, many of whom have a clear goal and strive for it with all their might. I even saw some of them in the impatient man in front of me.

"Hey, waiter, are you blind? Hurry up and help pack things! Like you, you owe complaints and lose your job! ”

Wait, I take back my words - my relatives, though mostly indifferent, have a good upbringing, and would never say such disrespectful words in public, at least.

Although the waiter guy was startled and his face changed a few times, he quickly adjusted his mentality and put a professional smile on his face again.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I'll be right away, please ask what you want ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang. The sound seemed to come from a distant place, but all the lights in the room began to flicker at the same time, and the floor beneath our feet shook violently.