I ate a hot pot for an hour.

The girls who eat very little on weekdays have eaten a lot, and the three children Xia Muyang and Xiaoci Xiaoyi have even round belly and are almost unable to stand up.

The old lady was greedy for freshness, so the two ladies simply abandoned the delicacies of mountains and seas. For dinner, let the best farmer's craftsman in the farm make several tables of farm dishes.

Such a special Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner made the two brothers Xia Huaiyu and Xia Huaixun open their index fingers and even drank a few more glasses of wine.

The young men and women were not hungry, and it was not easy to disgrace the elders' face, so they reluctantly ate a few bites.

In this way, all kinds of pastries and fruits carefully prepared before became decorations.

The servants symbolically placed some on the table according to the old lady's instructions, and the rest dispersed to the children of Zhuang Hakka.

The sky gradually darkened, and the old lady's courtyard was filled with various lanterns, and the lights and moonlight shone together, making the surroundings bright like daylight.

The whole family sat together, although a little cramped, but it was never intimate.

Xia Huaiyu likes to sing the wind and the moon the most. It is rare that Xia Huaixu will accompany him today. In addition, he drank a few more cups, so Shi Xing couldn't stop him.

Even Cha Mulang and Cha Muyang, who were sitting aside, were forced to read a few poems by him.

Yang and Luo have a good relationship recently. They got together and watched Xia Fanshuang and Xia Yueliang turn the flower rope while chatting.

Xiaoci and Xiaoyi squeezed beside the old lady, clamoring to listen to the story of Chang'e flying to the moon.

In fact, this is also considered a repertoire of the Xia family.

Thirty years ago, the Xia family brothers, Xia Lingyan Xia Mulang, more than ten years ago, and later Xia Fanshuang Xia Yue Liang Xia Muyang, all grew up listening to these stories.

Now the children of the Xia family no longer need to listen to stories, and the audience has also been replaced by Xiaoci and Xiaoyi.

Year after year, the stories are still the same. The old lady is always tired of it, and the children are still interested in it.

Xiaoci was nestled in the old lady's arms, while Xiaoyi looked up at the bright moon in the sky with her little face, her black eyes were shiny, as if she had discovered something.

After telling the story of Chang'e flying to the moon, the old lady was still unsatisfied, and then continued to tell the story of Wu Gang cutting Gui and Jade Rabbit pounding medicine.

Xia Yueliang was not very interested in turning flower ropes, so he started fighting as he flipped his eyelids.

She signaled Hua Ying beside her to take over her, stood up and walked to Xiaoyi.

"What are the little guy watching?" She pinched Xiaoyi's bun's face curiously.

"Sister Chang'e lives in Guanghan Palace. What do she eat on weekdays? And... Can she see us? Will she also enjoy the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The summer moon is cool and the head is a bit big.

Can she say that the place is not Guanghan Palace at all, and there is no Sister Chang'e?

Even if there is, Sister Chang'e is a god, are you still worried that she will go hungry?

She is looking at you in Guanghan Palace. Is it good to enjoy the Earth in the Mid-Autumn Festival?

As a last resort, Xia Yueliang could only say, "Sister Chang'e can definitely see you, so you must be obedient, otherwise you have to pound medicine like that little jade rabbit."

Xiaoyi wanted to continue asking questions, but she quickly covered his mouth.

If the little guy asks, her old foundation will be dug out.

The old lady smiled from ear to ear: "We Xiaoyi is just smart. Lao Shi told stories for decades, but he likes to ask this and that."

Yang also smiled and made fun: "Why would my mother like Xiaoyi so much?"

The old lady patted the words in her arms: "If you want to tell a story, grandmother is far worse than your sister Liang.

Let her say a few more to you today, but we can’t say we will punish her together!”

Xia Yueliang knew that she was a little tired, so he took the younger brother and sister aside.

She whispered: "My second uncle's voice is too loud, and you can't hear the story of my sister. I'll take you to the riverside, where the moon is beautiful."

The younger brothers are at the age of activeness and do not like to be trapped in the small yard.

The two of them cheered a little and walked out with Xia Yueliang.

The three of them came to the river and found a dry grassland.

Xia Yueliang lay on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling unprecedented freedom.

After their parents divorced in their previous life, their father and daughter lived together for nearly ten years.

My father is introverted, and she is used to celebrating the holidays quietly. Two people make a few dishes and drink a drink, which is a warmth and comfort that others cannot experience.

After Tong Yan got married, the life of the big family once made her very uncomfortable.

They obviously have their own thoughts to plot against each other, but they have to pretend to be intimate on weekdays.

After a long time, she also learned to smile, and her face looked like she had a mask.

Later, in order to compete for the Yan family's property, those people even disappeared without a trace, leaving only full of resentment.

So much so that in this life, even though she knew that her family was sincere to her, she didn't like a large group of people to get together.

Especially my second uncle, every time she heard his affectionate and sour poems, she felt that she was not comfortable all over and had to come out and breathe.

The younger brother lay down next to her, looking at the deep blue sky together.

After a while, Xiaoci pointed to the Milky Way, which was far less dazzling than usual, and asked, "Sister Liang, Uncle Wei told us that it is Tianhe."

Xiaoyi also said: "Uncle Wei also told us the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl!"

Xia Yueliang squeezed out a helpless smile.

Wouldn't these two little guys be annoyed?

They have spent the Mid-Autumn Festival at the Xia family three or four times, and they still want to hear the story of Chang'e flying to the moon every year.

Since Uncle Wei has already told the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, why bother her and tell her again?

She held the two of them in one hand and smiled and said, "Since Uncle Wei has said it, then you can tell her to your sister and see who is the best."

"Okay, okay!" Xiaoci is a girl, his mouth is obviously more clever, and his mouth starts to speak.

Xiaoyi was particularly generous today and did not compete with her sister. She just leaned quietly on Xia Yueliang's shoulder.

When Xiaoci talked about the meeting between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the Magpie Bridge, his little body suddenly trembled.

"Xiao Yi?" Xia Yueliang looked at him with his eyes down.

Xiaoyi cried.

"Sister Liang, I miss my parents..."

Just as she was about to comfort her, Xiaoci on the other side also started crying.

When my parents left, their siblings were too young and left only a faint impression.

Although the Cowherd and Weaver Girl's family are separated by the Milky Way, they can meet once a year.

When will they reunite with their parents?

"Sister Liang, Cowherd's children can still be with his father, Xiaoyi and I...wuwu..."

Xia Yueliang was greatly shocked and tears couldn't help but shed.

What a familiar scene, what a familiar word.

The night at the sky is as cool as water, and you can lie down and watch the Alpine Weaver Star.

This is a poem that Ah Li could recite when she was three years old.

The little boy pointed to the Milky Way in the sky and asked her similar questions.
Chapter completed!