From the ghost market to Panjiayuan and back to school, Le Yun tried her best to maintain calm. At this moment, when Yan Yan left and she was left alone in the dormitory, the surface was as stable as a mountain, suddenly collapsed, and she jumped up and screamed excitedly, "Ao Ao".

Rush to the bathroom.

While running, he took out a bucket from the space, ran into the bathroom, filled half the bucket of water, and carried it back to the small living room. Then he took out a large stainless steel basin, poured half of the water into it, and put the jadeite and a few small stones together.

Put them in the water and use a toothbrush to bathe them.

While brushing, I happily hummed my own tune: "La la la, I am the cute little God of Wealth. I go out to the ghost market in the morning and bring back a small stone..."

Wash, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub the small stones and put them in the bucket, wash them again, wipe away the water stains and throw them back into the space, wash one piece and throw it away, finally wash the jadeite stones and spring ribbons, and scrub away the dust on the surface.

, wipe off the water marks, throw them into the space, then clean the washbasin and bucket and throw them back into the space.

The stone was thrown back into space, and the person quickly returned to his own one-third of an acre of land. When he stood on the grass of his own private property, Le Yun stared at her round eyes: "..."

I left for the ghost market at around one o'clock last night, so I didn't have time to go back to space in the morning or noon. I just missed that little time. The fruits, vegetables and medicinal materials grown in the medicine field were like taking a booster, and they looked so ferocious.

, lilies, dendrobium, ginseng, yam and other medicinal materials. Some are in bud, some are in full bloom, and they are purple and red everywhere.

Fruits and vegetables are not far behind. They are full of melons, branches full of flowers, and trees full of peppers. Some are even red. Some pumpkins are best picked in the morning. However, they are not harvested in the morning or at noon. They grow fat and strong.

When they dry their bellies on the ground, those melons have grown too big to be picked and eaten as tender melons. They can only be left to grow old.

It's not the luffa gourds in the medicinal field. The gourd gourds are better and don't grow as fiercely. The matsutake in the medicinal field has aged a lot.

The output of matsutake mushrooms is gradually decreasing. However, it still has to be picked three times a day, once in the morning, once in the middle and once in the evening. You can pick about four or five kilograms each time.

After a day of lack of space, various saplings have grown. The ancient fern planted with the soil of the medicinal field has grown about eight centimeters tall and about the diameter of an egg. The vigorously growing buds are particularly endearing.

There are abundant fruits, the fragrance of flowers fills the space, and it is a pastoral scene.

The scenery was so good that Le Yun was stunned. She didn't see the space for almost a day. They were growing so crazily behind her back. Is this really good?

She wiped her sweat, found the sickle, and headed straight for the medicine field. She originally wanted to study the small stone that made her arms hot, but now she had to take care of the medicine field crops first.

Cut lily seedlings, cut some flowering and unflowering medicinal materials, pick half of the dendrobium flowers, pick black tiger fruits, pick yam eggs, harvest the urgently needed medicinal materials first, and then pick matsutake mushrooms, pumpkins, watermelons, tomatoes, peppers...

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Student Le Xiao ran as fast as he could in the medicine field. He was as busy as a small top, spinning like a spinning top. His speed was really as fast as the wind and as fast as an arrow.

When she was too busy, Young Master Yan also returned to the apartment. He drove back to the apartment building as soon as he left the Zhuangyuan Building, returned to the dormitory, opened the door, and found that the dormitory was empty, which made people feel a little bit depressed.

Yan Xing's sadness only lasted for less than three seconds. He put down his backpack, took out the stone given by the little Lolita from the compartment, strode into the washing room, bathed it with toothpaste, and scrubbed it with a toothbrush until it was dry.

After cleaning everything, I took it back to the bedroom area and took photos from all angles with my mobile phone.

Take a photo, upload it to your computer, hide it in the most secret place, wrap the two precious stones in a shirt, and put them next to your pillow.

Thinking of going to eat like a little loli after five o'clock, he didn't bother, took clean clothes and took a shower. In order not to leave any smell, he washed himself from head to toe twice, thinking that it was impossible for the smell of sweat to remain.

Then he gave up, washed the clothes and hung them outside to dry. He turned around and sat down at the desk. He was startled when he saw the moon cakes on the desk.

The mooncakes were distributed by the school. Even if he and Xiang Yang were studying at Qingdao University, their treatment would naturally be based on that of soldiers. One box of mooncakes per person. That was allocated by the Ministry of National Defense to the school, and the school purchased the mooncakes and distributed them to the soldiers studying at the school.

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He and Xiang Yang had two boxes, one was distributed by the school on behalf of them, and the other was given to them by the school. The packages were sent to the apartment management office by the work-study students. He only picked up his and Xiang Yang's bags when he came back yesterday evening.

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Seeing the mooncakes, he truly realized the reality that the Mid-Autumn Festival represents unity that he had wanted to forget.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Whether you are willing to face it or not, it always comes as scheduled every year, making it impossible to escape. Where was he during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year? Last year, I spent the festival with my great-grandmother and uncles at my great-aunt’s house. This year I should have gone back to my grandpa’s house.

But, he doesn't want to go back there... doesn't want to...

After a while of silence, Yan Xing picked up his cell phone and called his grandfather. Even if he didn't want to go back, he would always make a call.

Yan family

Yan Ming sat in his study, speechless for a long time in front of a slightly faded family portrait, which showed a middle-aged and elderly couple, a young woman and a young child.

The Yan surname is also one of the native surnames in Beijing. A branch of the Yan family settled in the land that is now Beijing during the Spring and Autumn Period, and has taken root and flourished since then.

Yan Ming's parents were neither rich nor poor, and were probably considered rich peasants. Yan Ming was born in the war-torn years before the founding of the Republic. Since his family could still afford a living, he attended school since he was a child, so he was considered a member of that generation.

Intelligent young people.

As an enlightened young man, he responded to the country's call to join the army. Due to the needs of national construction, he served in several departments including the commune, the Ministry of Water Resources, the Ministry of Mass Works, and the Militia and Guards Department. He was later sent to the Ministry of Railways, where he served until his retirement.

, when he retired, his glory was limited to the level of technical lieutenant colonel.

Yan Ming is 1.88 meters tall. When he was young, he was tall and heroic, an intellectual, and quite handsome. Now he is in his late seventies, with gray hair on his temples and traces of time on his weather-beaten face.

At this moment, the old man wearing a short-sleeved Tang suit and button-down shirt was sitting quietly at his desk, staring at the family portrait in front of him, as quiet as a statue.

The study room is equivalent to a small bedroom. It is spacious and bright, with bookshelves on both sides. The long wooden desk next to the window is simple and thick. You can sit in pairs and look out the window by tilting your head.

The curtains were half-covered, and light shone into the study through the half-covered screen window, illuminating the whole room. The desk was empty except for a family photo frame. The four people in the photo frame were three generations of the Yan family, including a middle-aged couple.

It is Yan Ming and his first wife He Ziqiong, and the young man is their only beloved daughter Yan Feixia. Yan Feixia is holding a two-year-old son.

Time does not stop for anyone. The camera freezes the time and freezes the age of the photo taker in those beautiful years. At that time, the middle-aged husband and wife were calm and capable, the lady was dignified and gentle, and their daughter's young and beautiful face was full of

The loving mother shines, and the child smiles innocently.

Yan Ming, who was sitting at the table, folded his hands on the desk, stared at the family portrait and fell into memories. At that time, he had a loving wife and daughter, a young grandson, and the most beautiful family. However, two years later, his beloved daughter died of illness, and he and

His beloved wife took back his grandson to raise him to comfort him for the loss of his daughter. Who would have thought that three years later, his beloved wife would leave him and his still young grandson and return home.

Later, he found a wife to make do with warmth for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to have a stepwife and his grandson would no longer be close to him. The He family followed his beloved wife's last wish and sent the He family's little great-grandson to a closed school.

I went to school from elementary school to high school, then to the military academy and then to the army. I spent more time at home and less time at home.

Even though he and his grandson were separated more and less together in those years, at least the child would come back every year during the holidays. But in the past few years, from who knows when, his only grandson rarely came back even on holidays, even every time.

Coming back also came and went in a hurry.

When exactly did the child separate from him?

Looking at the family portrait that was the only record of the happy time, Yan Ming felt bitter in his heart, and his eyes that were no longer bright were full of sadness. Happiness was always so short-lived. His wife and daughter had gone, leaving him alone to guard this place.

At home, during the holidays, he looked forward to his grandson getting married early and having children to continue the family life, but when his hair turned gray, what he looked forward to was not the family full of descendants, but the fact that the children would come home less and less often.

"beep-"

In a quiet place where only breathing could be heard, the sound of a mobile phone shaking the screen sounded. The slight vibration seemed to disturb the time and shatter the faint sadness in the room.

Yan Ming, who was immersed in the bitter taste, moved his eyes from the photo frame to the desk drawer. He opened the drawer and saw the mobile phone lying on a notepad. The caller ID "Xiao Long Bao" flashed into his eyes on the bright screen.

His eyes lit up with surprise, he picked up his cell phone to answer the call, and heard the beautiful voice that he missed - "Grandpa, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

The elegant voice reached his ears, and Yan Ming's heart became excited: "Xiao Longbao, where are you? Have you arrived at the door of your house?"

After dialing the phone, no one answered for half a minute. Yan Xing thought that his grandfather might be temporarily busy and couldn't answer the phone. When the call was connected, he instinctively said his holiday blessings in a soft voice. When he was asked where he was,

He paused: "Grandpa, I have a mission, so I won't go back to celebrate the festival with you. I saw your other grandson Zhao Zongze today. They will probably go to have dinner with you and admire the moon in the evening. Happy holidays to you..."

"..." Until the end of the call, the pain in Yan Ming's heart lingered. He was holding the phone in a daze. He didn't even know what he said, and he didn't quite remember what his grandson said. Only the sentence "Your other

"A grandson Zhao Zongze" and "I will accompany you to eat and admire the moon" are particularly clear, and they keep echoing in my mind...

His only direct grandson and the only heir of the Yan family is Xiao Longbao. Where did he get another grandson?

Suddenly, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that ever since he accepted that Zhao Zongze's brothers and sisters were also his grandsons and agreed to call him grandpa, the number of times Xiao Longbao went home gradually decreased.

His heart ached, and Yan Ming's eyes were sore from the pain, with tears flashing in his eyes. The hand holding the phone tightened, and his whole body became tighter and tighter. The veins on his old face were looming.

After a long time, his tense body slowly relaxed and went as soft as a piece of mud. He could only support his weight by leaning on the back of the chair.

His breathing changed from sluggish to rapid, and his face changed suddenly. It took him a long time to calm down. His big hands were trembling a little. He picked up the family photo on the table and locked it in a drawer. He took the key to open another drawer and took a few things.

I took out a black satchel from the cabinet under the bookcase, put the things in it, went back to the bedroom, took a cane, and went downstairs.

Aunt Jin, the nanny of the Yan family, was putting away the evening dishes in the kitchen. She heard the sound of the stairs and trotted to the living room. Sure enough, she saw the old man coming downstairs and laughed happily: "Sir, have you had your lunch break? You want to eat?"

Order something, I'll heat it up."

Aunt Jin has been working as a nanny for the Yan family for many years and has always called the owner of the Yan family sir. She is in her forties, has short hair, and is diligent and cheerful. She is from Qin Province. She came to Beijing to work as a nanny because she was laid off. She is in charge of food and home hygiene.

There are hourly workers.

Yan Ming, who had not finished walking up the stairs, looked at the empty house and couldn't help but frown: "Where are the people?"

"Master Zhao, Miss Zhao, brother and sister came over this morning and went shopping with the wife to go shopping. Sir, you are in the study and I don't dare to disturb you." Aunt Jin reported the wife's whereabouts neatly.

"Oh," Yan Ming said lightly, then suddenly remembered something and was extremely surprised: "Hey, Xiao Jin, why haven't you gone home yet? Didn't I say I would give you a holiday this year?"

"..." Aunt Jin hesitated and smiled: "Sir, my wife said that Young Master Zhao and Miss Zhao will come to accompany Mr. Zhao to admire the moon tonight. She asked me to stay and do some housework first, and then give me some time off in a few days."

"Don't worry about that. Just pack up and catch the subway home to reunite with the children." Yan Ming clenched his hand on the crutch.

"This is not appropriate. My wife will be angry. It doesn't matter if I stay. I can go home another day." Aunt Jin hesitated and did not dare to comply.

"There's nothing inappropriate. You were invited by me. I said I'd give you a holiday. Just go and pack up immediately and go out to catch the car together. I also want to go to my old friends. They probably won't come back tonight. You

What's the point of being left alone to guard a big house in such a deserted place?"

"This..." Aunt Jin looked at the old man, and then she realized that the old man was carrying a backpack, and he really looked like he was going out. The thought of homesickness overcame her reason, and she rushed to the kitchen and stuffed some things into the refrigerator.

After tidying up, I ran back to the nanny's room, changed my clothes, and picked up my luggage.
To be continued...