Chapter 195 The Flowers and the Moon

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Moon Festival?

Zhang Zian was startled for a moment, then his heart tightened, tears almost fell down.

In fact, the Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed a month ago, and Zhang Zian forgot about it in his fulfilling and busy life. When he came to his senses, the Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed.

And who did he spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with? His parents had passed away, and other distant relatives were out of town, so forget it, he didn't feel regretful, after all, it was just a holiday.

"Mid-Autumn Festival?" Xinghai asked with his head tilted.

"Hehe, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival in China. It represents the harvest and reunion. It is one of the most important festivals of the year. The custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival is to appreciate the moon and eat moon cakes. Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival today, it is a round circle hanging high in the sky. But the moon is no different. For those of us who live in the rivers and lakes, we don’t need to stick to those small details—I think it’s going to be windy and frosty in the future, and I’m prone to wind and cold. It’s no longer a good time to enjoy the moon. Let's celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Old Cha said with a smile.

Zhang Zian lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, his smile returned, and he echoed, "It's rare that the old man is interested in tea. Xinghai and Fei Na have never experienced the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? Let's celebrate it today! It stands to reason that Mid-Autumn Festival should be enjoyed Moon, appreciate osmanthus. Master Tea, I'll buy you some osmanthus tea."

Old Cha smiled happily, "I've got what I want, I dare not invite you!"

"Wait a minute, I'll come back as soon as I go." Zhang Zian left in a hurry.

Old Cha watched his back with a smile, wondering how many times she could spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him.

"What is the Mid-Autumn Festival? Don't keep talking nonsense that I don't understand!" Feina felt that she was being left out, and she couldn't help but lose her temper.

"Your Majesty, calm down. In a word, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion." Old Cha said, "Even wanderers who are thousands of miles away will rush home on this day to reunite and comfort the family." miss."

Fina thought for a while, "But Zhang Zian's family has passed away."

"That's right, but isn't it the same for us?" Old Cha said with nostalgia in his eyes, "Sighing that the old ones make up the old ones, and whoever sleeps will share afternoon tea. The old family members and comrades-in-arms are all dead. Only the old man is left to live alone in the world."

It thought of that person, that young man who studied hard every day, squatted on the wall and watched him silently, watched him grow up, watched him become a master of a generation, but ended up on a different path from it.

Fina was slightly absent-minded. Its thoughts traveled through the millennium, and the figure that haunted it once again appeared in its mind, the figure that abandoned it for the sake of greatness and glory. Her lips opened and closed, as if to say: "Fina, when I come back, we will never be separated again."

Yes, they all lost the most important person they used to be, and they all thought they would never be separated from that person, an existence comparable to family and blood.

"Isn't it enough to find a new family?" Xing Hai said suddenly. Because its mind is very simple, it can often overcome the interference of distracting thoughts and reach the essence of the problem.

Fina woke up from the memory, staring blankly at Xinghai, "No, she is irreplaceable to me..."

"It cannot be replaced, and there is no need to replace it." Old Tea smiled, "Who said it must be replaced? Family members are not lovers, and there is not only one."

Fina lowered her head in thought, her and his figures overlapped and overlapped in her mind, sometimes they became one, and sometimes they went to two extremes. It can't understand for a while, but it has plenty of time to think.

After a while, Zhang Zian came back, holding a bag of tea in his left hand and a bouquet of sweet-scented osmanthus in his right.

"I went to two flower shops, and finally there is one that sells sweet-scented osmanthus. We don't have sweet-scented osmanthus trees here, so we have to make do with this." He said, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the shop.

"What's wrong?" he asked puzzled. It's only been a while since I went out, why does it feel like the atmosphere in the store has changed?

"nothing,

We were discussing whether the new partner was easy to get along with. "Old Tea said gently.

Zhang Zian believed it was true, and raised the sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand, "I'll find a vase and put it in, and make a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus tea, let's go to the roof to enjoy the moon."

There is a small door leading to the roof on the ceiling of the storage room, put a ladder on it, open the lock, and a cold full moon sprinkles the bright brilliance into the house.

He walked up to the roof with a kettle in his hand, a towel draped over his shoulders.

There are not many sundries on the roof, and there is a table and four chairs in the center, which were brought up by the parents before, and their family often came up to cool off in summer and autumn nights. There was a small iron tray on the table, and there was a black lump in the tray, which was the shape of leftover mosquito coils soaked in rainwater.

After he went to university and worked in other places, his parents still kept the habit of enjoying the cool air, and usually put away the tables and chairs after the Mid-Autumn Festival. However...

Zhang Zian put the kettle on the ground, took the towel off his shoulders and wiped the table and chairs clean. The white towels were soon stained black. He poured water from the jug, rinsed the dirt off the towel, and wiped it again, twice, until it was clean.

He stood up and took a breath of cool air.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and even without lights on the roof, the visibility was very good.

Zhang Zian walked to the edge of the roof, on the side facing the street, and saw that the grilled skewers stand across the road was still open. Uncle Li and Aunt Li greeted the customers attentively, packed a bunch of hot skewers, and brought them to the guests. Walk. In the past, the two husband and wife had smiles on their faces, but this time the smiles were obviously different. It was a smile full of reassurance, hope and longing.

He walked counterclockwise to the other side of the roof. The lights in Sun Xiaomeng's pet clinic are still on. I heard that every night is the peak time for her work. All kinds of emergency calls mean that she has to work nearly 12 hours a day. Some of the pets in the pet shop have been transferred to her clinic ward, and he sent Wang Qian and Li Kun to clean up and clean up every day.

Continuing to walk counterclockwise, he saw that piece of green land, which seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver powder under the moonlight. More than half of the few street lights in the green field were not on, and the few lights that could be turned on were also very dim, making the depths of the green field look a bit eerie, and the sound of wild cats tearing could be heard faintly.

Coming to the last side, looking at the intersection at the south entrance of Zhonghua Road, private cars lined up in two lines waiting for the red light like crucian carp crossing the river. An ambulance came speeding up with blue lights flashing, honking its horn. The private car consciously made way for it, so that the ambulance could pass by in the first time.

He walked back to the small door and shouted to the bottom: "You can come up."