"Father, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is the brightest and roundest. Mother must have seen our party and our delicious mooncakes, right?" At the door of the restaurant, Amy nestled against Mai who was sitting on the steps at the door of the restaurant. In his arms, he looked up at the bright moon like a white jade plate in the sky and asked softly.
My friends have all gone back, and the surroundings are quiet. Only the moon exposed between the gaps in the clouds still shines brightly.
"Yes, she must have seen Amy's cute dance and our delicious mooncakes." Mag nodded.
"Mother! I am Amy, I miss you so much!" Amy put her little hand in front of her mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted at the moon.
Mag looked down at Amy, and suddenly felt her heart tighten and feel a little distressed.
"But the mooncakes are really delicious. My father makes mooncakes with the moon. It's a pity that you can't eat them, but I can eat them for you to see." Amy suddenly took out a mung bean paste mooncake from her small pocket. , peeled off the outer paper, took a bite, chewed happily, and then swallowed it, raised his little hand to hold the bitten small crescent mooncake up to the moon, and said with a smile: "Look, it's really delicious. Yes. Just wait, sooner or later we will eat up the moon and save you!"
Mag, who was still a little sad at first, was amused by Amy's words. He touched the little guy's head and said, "Well, Amy, come on, the moon doesn't look big, but it's actually bigger than the City of Chaos." It’s big.”
"Really?" Amy suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Mag in disbelief. Then she slowly moved the mooncake in her hand to her eyes and said with some confusion: "But, father, look, the moon Is it as big as my moon cake? I can eat half of it in one bite."
"Just like when a person stands far away, you see him as just a small dot like an ant, but when he stands in front of you, he is very tall. This is due to the distance. And the moon is far away from us The distance is very far, so looking at the moon that is only as big as a mooncake, it is actually very huge, so your Mu Qing can live on the moon." Mag smiled and continued to popularize science.
"Oh..." Amy nodded in understanding, took a bite of the mooncake in her hand, looked up at the moon, and said with some envy: "I also want to live in the moon."
"Why?" Mag looked at Amy with some confusion.
"In this case, if you are hungry, you can lie down on the ground and take a bite of the moon. It must be super delicious!" Amy looked at the moon with bright eyes and said with anticipation.
The image of Amy biting off half of the moon appeared in Mag's mind, and she couldn't help shaking her head to throw this weird image away. However, she was not in a hurry to popularize science this time. Childlike innocence is the most beautiful thing, and sometimes the so-called The science seems a bit boring.
"Father, tell me a story. I want to hear today's story with my mother." Amy looked up at Mag and said.
"Okay, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so father will tell you a story about 'Chang'e flying to the moon'." Mag said with a smile.
"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded happily, moved her position, and lay comfortably in Mag's arms, looking at Mag quietly.
Mag thought for a moment, then smiled and started talking: "In ancient times, there were ten suns in the sky..."
Mag has heard the story of Chang'e flying to the moon many times in her grandmother's arms when she was a child. She will tell it almost every Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if Mag is over 20 years old, she will still listen to her carefully every Mid-Autumn Festival. Again.
That kind old woman, even though she has forgotten many people's names, still remembers how to make her grandson's favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake. She must make a basket with her own hands every Mid-Autumn Festival.
I didn't hear any stories during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, so Mag had trouble sleeping all night, feeling like there was something vacant in my heart that could never be filled.
Today, looking at Amy who was listening to the story attentively in his arms, he seemed to feel that the old man in the small yard that year, shaking the big cattail fan under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and telling him stories with a Minnan accent, was back. , this is a kind of inheritance-like feeling, forming a bond between three generations, and the vacancy in the heart seems to be filled all of a sudden at this moment.
"Chang'e took the elixir of immortality, and then flew into the sky until she reached the moon..." Mag said softly.
"Then...did she eat the moon?" Amy suddenly asked curiously.
"Why?" Mag asked with a smile.
"Because... the moon sometimes loses a hole, and the hole will get bigger and bigger, and finally almost the whole thing will be eaten, and then it will take a while to slowly grow back. It must have been after Chang'e arrived on the moon , Did you eat the moon? Fortunately, the moon will grow up on its own, so there will still be a moon in the sky." Amy said seriously.
"Um..." Mag was speechless for a moment. It is not easy to explain the waxing and waning of the moon in such a reasonable and well-founded way, and also contains the philosophy of a foodie.
"She can eat such a big moon. The moon must be super delicious. When we find Mother, I will also eat the moon... eat the moon..." Amy muttered and fell asleep in Mag's arms. On fire.
"The moon...the moon...eat you..." Mag looked at the smacking little guy in his arms and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was half covered by dark clouds. It looks like it might rain again tonight.
Holding Amy in his arms, he slowly stood up, turned around and was about to open the door and go in, but suddenly stopped and turned around again.
A figure slowly walked out of the square, walking with a slight limp, but not too slowly. After a while, he arrived at the door of the restaurant, grinned at Mag, and said, "Today's mooncakes are delicious, no. Do you know if you can sell me another box? I want to take it back to my child, who likes desserts."
"If the child likes to eat, of course it's okay, but making mooncakes takes some time, so please come in and sit for a while." Mag raised his eyes intentionally or unintentionally to glance at the dense trees not far away, but quickly withdrew his gaze. , looked at the man standing at the door and nodded slightly, turned around and opened the door, and glanced at a few people standing scattered on the street on the right before entering.
The lame man hesitated, glanced left and right consciously, and followed Mag into the restaurant.
"The child is asleep. I'll take her up to sleep first. You can sit wherever you like. The annoying mice are still coming." Mag said, and walked upstairs with Amy in his arms.
