"Okay, Xiao Pan, go to sleep......"

"Hmmm......"

After dinner.

Coaxed the child back to the house and went to sleep.

The old woman paused in the house, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and went to the kitchen to wash.

"Mother, you put it there, I'll sew Xiaopan's clothes later, and I'll wash them."

"Come on, Guizhi, you've worked hard during the day...... I'm sorry for you. These mothers are still moving, so let's still be a mother. You should rest early, and I will sew Xiao Pan's clothes later. ”

The old woman picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen.

And the woman took the child's torn clothes, and when she came to the threshold of the house, she sat down on the threshold.

After the sunset sets, there is a little afterglow and the sky that has not completely darkened,

Holding a needle and thread, carefully sew the tears of the garment.

After the fine stitching was done, the woman knotted the needle and thread, lowered her head, and bit off the thread.

Putting away the needle and thread, he looked up again, and looked at the darkness that gradually spread after the afterglow of the sky disappeared, and he was a little distracted.

In the back kitchen, there was a sound of rustling,

When the old woman had finished washing the dishes, she came out of the kitchen again.

“…… Guizhi? ”

Seeing the woman sitting on the threshold of the house, motionless and looking at the scene outside,

The old woman shouted.

The woman paused again, then seemed to come back to her senses, lowered her head, and stood up.

“…… Is the child's clothes already sewn? ”

Looking at the woman's appearance, the old woman wanted to say something, but only these words were left when she spoke.

"Hmm...... Mother, go to bed early. ”

"Guizhi, you can go and rest too."

With the sewn clothes and needlework, the woman bowed her head and went back to the house.

The old woman stood in the room where the oil lamp was lit, and paused for a long time.

Also looking out into the distance.

The afterglow outside the house has long since dissipated, leaving only the dark night that fills the sky,

Inside, in the darkness, the flickering flame of the small oil lamp didn't do much either.

The old woman paused, as if she was drowning in darkness.

Previously, both the old woman and the woman knew what they were thinking when they looked into the distance, but they were reluctant to mention it.

It's just that now, looking into the distance like this,

The old woman's cloudy eyes were a little shy.

"Baby...... I don't know if you've slept......"

In the distance, the old woman muttered.

Then, after a long pause in the room,

Then he turned around, blew out the oil lamp, lowered his head, slowly moved his feet, and returned to the house.

In the room on the other side.

Although the woman went back to the house lightly,

But I still woke up the child who was not asleep yet.

"Mother? What's wrong? ”

When the child saw his mother enter the house, he stood by the door of the house, with his head bowed, and did not make a sound or move.

"It's alright...... Go to sleep. ”

The woman raised her head, and although it was pitch black, she still squeezed out some smiles towards her child,

It's just that the eyes are still red.

"Hmmm......"

The child was a little puzzled, but he listened to his mother's words and turned over and went to sleep.

……

In the quiet hall,

In the darkness of the night, a small voice sounded,

"Bang...... Snap ......"

It was the tears of one of the moths on the beams.

Bian Gui stopped on the beam of the house, and heard what his mother said to the distance, and also heard the words of his wife and children in the next room,

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and the tears kept flowing from my eyes.

“…… Let's go down and have a look. ”

Xu Feng looked at Bian Gui next to him and said out loud.

Three moths rose from under the beams and gradually fell.

When they were about to land, the three moths turned into three figures,

Bian Gui stood in his own room.

Standing in his own room, Bian Gui couldn't help it, trembling all over, and tears were shed,

While stretching out his hand, he couldn't help but rub the table where he ate at home, every inch of the familiar place in the house.

Familiar furnishings, familiar tastes, familiar homes.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......"

Bian Gui couldn't cry anymore, just opened his mouth, and he was already in tears.

This is his home, his mother is still thinking about him in the distance, and his wife and children are still waiting for him to return.

At the moment, his mother is in the bedroom room on the left, and his wife and children are in the room on the right.

It's just a wall.

Tomorrow the neighbor's house will be beating osmanthus flowers, and he should have also helped to lay the osmanthus flowers, so that the children can also taste the taste he liked to eat when he was a child.

But he, the flower maker, is no longer there.

Tomorrow his wife is going to town, and he should have gone to bring his wife and children some of the things they like to eat when they get home.

But he's no longer there......

"Woo ......"

Bian Gui looked at everything familiar around him, babbling and crying.

It's as if hundreds of years of emotions are going to be vented.

My whole body was trembling, and I was already stumbling a little unsteadily.

"Pop ......"

Tears kept dripping again.

I don't know if it's the suppressed cry, or something else,

The old woman in the next room noticed it.

"Who!"

The old woman shouted in the house.

Then he turned over, and before he had time to put on his shoes, he opened the door and went into the hall.

But when she opened the door, the hall was still empty and pitch black.

The old woman looked around from side to side,

Finally, when he raised his head, he vaguely saw the moth that had landed on the beam of the house, and it seemed to be gone.

Lowering her head again, the old woman trembled a little, and looked around,

“…… Agui ...... Are you back? ”

The old woman's voice was low, and her voice trembled a little.

She shouted in a low voice, afraid of waking up her daughter-in-law and grandson in the other room.

"Agui...... Agui ......"

In the empty room, no one responded, and the old woman's heart gradually became a little lost.

Slowly walked back into the bedroom room.

Inside the hall, it was dark again.

Just out of sight of the old woman, Bian Gui squatted down and was crying.

……

"Mother, I went to ......"

"Okay, come back early and stay safe."

"Hmmm......"

"Xiao Pan, let's go. We went to help them beat osmanthus flowers, and then asked for some osmanthus flowers to come back and make osmanthus cakes. ”

It was early the next morning.

Simply ate something, after the morning meal,

The woman went out to town.

The old woman took the child and took a bamboo pole to the yard of the neighbor's house.

In the yard of the neighbor's house, there is the osmanthus tree.

The osmanthus tree is already full of flowers, and with the wind, a lot has fallen to the ground.

Under the osmanthus tree, there was already a woman standing, and the woman was also holding a bamboo pole in her hand, but she just raised her head and looked at the osmanthus on the tree, and was stunned for a long time without moving.

"Lian'an?"

The old woman went over and called out to the neighbor's woman,

The woman paused again, and then seemed to come back to her senses, and turned her head to look at the old woman.

Looking at the old woman holding the child, holding a bamboo pole, she asked out loud,

"Do you still make osmanthus cakes this year?"

"Let's do it, give it to the kids."

The old woman answered, and the woman was a little silent.

Just turned his head and looked up at the tree full of osmanthus flowers.

Originally, at this time, when knocking osmanthus flowers, it was always very lively under the tree.

Only this year, there are only two women and a child left.

"Then let's knock on the osmanthus flowers, and I'll go get a bamboo sieve to catch it, so as not to fall into the mud."

"Huh."

The woman was silent for a while, then turned and dragged the bamboo sieve under the eaves.

The old woman answered, and stood aside with the child.

"Let's ......"

The woman spoke again.

The two of them were a little silent and waved the pole lightly, and the osmanthus flowers on the tree were gently scattered.

Originally, I should have taken a few more bamboo sieves, or a larger cloth and put them on the ground, so that most of the osmanthus flowers would not fall into the mud.

But the old woman and the neighbor's woman seemed to have forgotten about it.

Just knocked on the osmanthus in silence, letting most of the osmanthus fall into the mud, and only a few osmanthus fell into the bamboo sieve.

"Grandma, I also want to knock osmanthus ......"

The child didn't seem to be worried, just watching his grandmother and the neighbor's aunt knock on the osmanthus novelty,

He raised his head and looked at the scene of the osmanthus slowly falling from the tree, and then said to the old woman in a loud voice.

“…… Good. ”

The old woman paused, turned her head to look at her grandson, and a smile appeared on her face.

Gently touched the child's hair and handed him the bamboo pole.

"Hold it firm."

"Hmm."

I was still a little shaky when I just held the bamboo pole, but I still struggled to hold it steadily.

A little clumsy, learning the movements of the old woman and the woman, knocking on the osmanthus between the branches and leaves,

Osmanthus fell, and many of them fell on the children's bodies.

The old woman next to her stood, and the neighbor's woman also paused, and then they all looked at the child who was knocking on the osmanthus flower.

His gaze gradually became a little trance-like.

In the end, the child was a little tired and couldn't hold the bamboo pole.

Only then did he turn his head and shouted to his grandmother and aunt with some confusion,

"Grandma, why don't you knock it......"

"Knock, knock ......"

The old woman came back to her senses, smiled and said to the child,

He took back the bamboo pole again and gently knocked on the osmanthus on the tree.

At the edge of the yard, it was back to its previous appearance, and the old woman and the neighboring woman were a little silent knocking on this year's osmanthus flowers.

Only the child next to him looked up with his head up, looking at it with novelty.

……

“…… When kneading the dough, add a small piece of lard...... Add some sugar ......"

In the house, on the table in the hall.

The old woman was in front of her, and the child stepped on a low stool and watched curiously.

While facing each other, the old woman also taught the children.

"Hemian is reconciled, let Mitsumi wake up for a while...... Then add a little osmanthus. ”

"And then ...... with a piece of noodles"

"And then ...... with a piece of noodles"

The child curiously followed his grandmother and kept turning,

Grandma said something, and he repeated it.

"Right...... Then, when the dough is reconciled, I pull a piece of this dough, a piece of this dough with lard, and wrap this dough with lard into it...... Got it? ”

"Got it."

"Then we take out the mold ......"

As the old woman spoke, she took out a small square mold from the side, and the inside of the mold was engraved with some patterns of embossing, which had been some years.

Looking at this mold, the old woman couldn't help but pause.

“…… Grandma, and then...... Grandma, what's wrong with you? ”

"It's fine. Then put our wrapped dough in and press it hard......"

This mold is made when the side is returned,

Bian Gui used to be a carpenter, and many of the furniture in the house were made by him.

"That's it...... We got the osmanthus cake one by one...... And ah...... Learned? ”

"Uh-huh!"

The child watched his grandmother make osmanthus cake and nodded in response.

"It's good to learn it, it's good to learn it...... Later you can do it yourself. ”

"Can't grandma help me do it in the future? Will grandma also be taken away like dad? ”

“…… Grandma will be old, and when grandma is old, she won't be able to do it. ”

The old women and women of the family seldom mentioned it.

But there is nothing taboo about children.

Listening to the child's words, the old woman paused before speaking to the child.

The child looked at his grandmother, and although she was small, she still felt that her grandmother seemed to be a little unhappy.

I don't want to say it.

"Alright, let's take the cake with the flowers printed on it, go to the kitchen, and cook it......"

With the child, the old woman went to the kitchen.

It's fire again, and it's busy.

The kitchen gradually wafted the aroma of some osmanthus cakes.

The child kept salivating beside him, waiting for the osmanthus cake to be ready to come out of the pot.

The old woman dried it, and first took a piece for the child.

"Eat, be careful."

"Uh-huh......"

The child held it, hissed, stuffed it into his mouth, and hurriedly ate it one bite at a time.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's so sweet!"

The child ate, narrowed his eyes, and responded happily.

"It's delicious, slow down, don't choke."

Slowly, the rest of the osmanthus cake is cooked.

With a large plate of osmanthus cake, he went out from the kitchen to the hall,

The child was next to him, holding an unfinished meal in his hand, and followed behind.

The old woman put the prepared osmanthus cake on the table,

Before I could taste a bite myself, I went to the kitchen to find two dried lotus leaves.

Two piles were separated from the osmanthus cake made on the table, one pile was placed next to it, and one pile was picked up on the lotus leaf one by one.

“…… Grandma, are these osmanthus cakes to be put away and eaten later? ”

The child raised his head, looked at the old woman's movements, and asked with some confusion.

"Well, keep this for your mother to come back and your mother to eat...... Leave a little for your daddy. He didn't catch up with the osmanthus this year, when he came back, he could still eat some osmanthus cake. Leave a little for your daddy, okay? ”

The old woman answered, and said to the child.

"Good!"

The child was a little greedy, but nodded his head in response.

The old woman smiled at the child, bowed her head again, and divided some osmanthus cakes,

Took two dried lotus leaves and packed them up.

I didn't go to eat the osmanthus cake, so I waited for the osmanthus cake on the lotus leaf to be cold.

Then wrap a layer of cloth on the outside of the lotus leaf.

Afraid of osmanthus cake damp.

He took the packaged osmanthus cake and put it in a higher place in the cabinet.

“…… Grandma, you can eat too. ”

Be careful, put away the osmanthus cake, and the old woman turned around.

The child spoke up again, calling out to the old woman.

"Oh, good. You eat it, grandma wants to eat it herself, so she takes it. ”

The old woman answered, and walked back again,

"Eating a cat's face......"

The old woman wiped the crumbs from the child's mouth,

I also picked up a piece of pastry from the side and tasted it.

“…… Still want to eat? ”

"I still want to eat...... But I'm so full. ”

"Then the rest, grandma will also put it away first and keep it for your mother. Wait for your mother to come back in the afternoon and give it to your mother, and you can eat some more at that time. ”

"Okay."

Pick up the rest of the osmanthus cake raw.

The old woman had something to do, so she took the child and went out of the house again.

In the house,

Quiet down for a moment.

On the top of the door, the three moths that were parked followed by the avatars and fell again.

Xu Feng and Ah Meng stood next to them and did not step forward.

Bian Gui stood in front of the cabinet with osmanthus cakes.

His hands trembled slightly, and he paused a few times, opened the cabinet door, and saw the bag of osmanthus cakes placed high in the cabinet.

This is the osmanthus cake left to him by his mother.

It was a gift from his mother three hundred years ago.

Perhaps, in the original history, the osmanthus cake left behind could not wait for the people who came back to taste him,

Maybe for a long time, it just went bad.

But at this moment, across time and space, in this historical mapping, it still appears in front of Bian Gui.

Bian Gui looked at the osmanthus cake wrapped in cloth and dried lotus leaves, his hands trembled, and he took the bag of osmanthus cake out of the cabinet.

Placed on the dining table, untied layer by layer, hands trembling, several times slid over the outermost tied rope.

Finally untied the rope, finally lifted the cloth, and then unwrapped lotus leaves,

In the lotus leaves, there are pieces of osmanthus cakes, osmanthus cakes left by his mother for him to come back and eat,

It appeared right in front of his eyes.

With red eyes, he could already smell the familiar aroma again.

With trembling hands, Bian Gui picked up one of the osmanthus cakes and put it to his mouth little by little.

When I opened my mouth, tears were already pouring out of my red eyes.

When you bite into this osmanthus cake, you finally taste the most familiar taste that spans hundreds of years and is the most familiar in memory.

Bian Gui couldn't stop crying again.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Bian Gui opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely, like a cry, like a wail,

It's like a long-awaited shout.

Half-squatting, the familiar taste in his mouth has always been there, and Bian Gui's tears have been rolling down.

Then, after a pause, it seemed as if he had thought of something,

Even if Bian Gui was in tears, he ate osmanthus cake in his mouth again,

It's just that from time to time I eat and eat, and then I slow down again.

Maybe I'm afraid, I can't eat anymore.

Xu Feng and Ah Meng stood quietly beside them, and did not step forward to disturb Bian Gui at the moment.

But

Wait for the side to fall into tears, mixed with tears, and then eat a piece of osmanthus cake,

Outside the house, there was another sound.

"Gui Zhi...... You're back...... I'll get it for you...... You carry a heavy basket, put it down first. ”

"It's okay......"

It's the mother who has returned to the border, and her wife and children are coming back.

"My lord, can you ......?"

Bian Gui looked at Xu Feng again, his eyes were still red, and his voice was hoarse,

pleading towards Xu Feng,

He wanted to ask for a reunion, and he knelt down on the ground,

"My lord, can you ......?"

Looking at Bian Gui's pleading, Xu Feng already knew what he was asking for.

Reaching out and holding Bian Gui's action of kneeling.

After a pause,

Xu Feng said again,

"Yes, go ahead."

Here's a mapping of history,

There is no real world impact.

"Thank you, sir......"

……

Outside the house, the woman came back from the outside with a basket on her back.

With the help of the old woman, she put down the basket by the yard,

The child was overjoyed, holding the sugar gourd that his mother had brought back and preparing to eat.

At this time, the woman who got up from squatting, and the old woman who helped carry the basket, raised her head,

I saw that there was an additional figure on the road to them.

The figure has his back to the afternoon sun, holding something in his hand, and his steps are hobbling but determined.

It's a man who has come back from afar, and has returned home.