On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Hongxiu and Mu Mu cooked a pot of broth using the fresh mushrooms Li Ye picked from the mountains.
Li Ye stewed half a pumpkin, and his husband took out a plate of peanuts that Li Shengxiu bought from Fodu.
The four of them were eating enthusiastically around the table. Halfway through the meal, Li Hongxiu took out half a jar of fruit wine, which was said to have been brought up the mountain from the Buddhist capital.
The husband was in a good mood and drank two drinks. Mu Mu also drank one, but Li Ye did not drink.
Looking at Li Hongxiu, whose face was red from drinking, Li Ye smiled.
He said, "I haven't heard Master's wife play the harp in many years. By the way, I'm bringing Mr.'s iron harp with me this time. I'll ask Master's wife to play the piano for a while."
Mu Mu was drinking broth and stretched out her chubby little hands to wipe the oil stains around her mouth.
Then he said: "Mu Mu hasn't heard Master Niang play the piano for a long time."
However, the gentleman was stunned after hearing this. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table and asked softly: "Did you bring that iron piano to Fangcun Mountain?"
"I think there is no sun or moon in the mountains. If I get bored one day, I can still play the piano to entertain myself and pass the time."
Li Ye chuckled.
Li Hongxiu was very generous. Taking advantage of the wine, she waved her hand and said, "After you finish eating, wash all the bowls and chopsticks. I'll play a song for you to listen to..."
Li Ye nodded and said, "Thank you so much, Master. It's a pity that the birds have returned at night and we can't have the same visit of birds in the past."
"I won't play that song today. I recently learned a new song called "High Mountain". After playing it for a while, it just suited the occasion."
Li Hongxiu raised her head and drank all the fruit wine in the glass, looked at Li Ye and smiled.
"Bo Ya's High Mountain?" Li Ye muttered in his heart. It turned out that his husband had also taught Li Hongxiu qin music.
Mu Mu clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay, now you can listen to the master's wife play the piano."
The gentleman put down the glass of wine in his hand, pointed at the dishes on the table and said, "Pack them all away."
Li Ye and Mu Mu also finished the food in their bowls, and then went to the kitchen to clean up the pots and pans.
...
It was half past Xu time, and the round autumn moon hung halfway up Fangcun Mountain.
The bright moonlight illuminated the Buddhist hall in Prajna Temple and also illuminated the small courtyard where Li Ye was.
Li Ye lit a lamp and hung it under the eaves, while his husband burned a column of incense on the stone table.
Li Hongxiu gently stroked the iron harp placed by Li Ye, looked up at the moon in the sky, took a deep breath, and instantly the sound of the harp flowed out from her fingers.
I saw Li Hongxiu condensing his true energy, and kept pressing down on the middle finger of his right hand to accentuate the bass.
And his left hand kept sliding up and down... Li Ye felt like Li Hongxiu had thrown pebbles into the pond, and the layers of water waves formed in the water swayed around.
"It's as towering as the Tianshan Mountains and as vast as the North Sea!"
Li Ye held Mu Mu and sat next to his husband, chanting softly.
This is a clear tune, and Li Hongxiu did not sing it.
However, the wonderful sound of the piano echoed in the empty valley of Fangcun Mountain, and there was an artistic conception of looking at no one around, looking up at the white clouds, and looking up at the high mountains.
Mr. Bian was also satisfied and closed his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the stone table in harmony with the music played by Li Hongxiu.
Mu Mu had studied piano with Li Hongxiu for several years and knew some of its rhymes. She reached out her little hand and patted Li Ye's arm gently.
Only Li Ye stared at her dumbfounded, his thoughts as deep as the piano. Apart from Mr. Li Hongxiu, only Li Hongxiu was unique.
After listening to this song "High Mountain", I feel that it is more than a little better than what I heard in Fengyun City Lord's Mansion. The artistic conception of the music has been greatly improved.
The mountain is very short, and Li Hongxiu stopped playing in less than half a stick of incense.
After calming down his mind and looking up at Li Ye, who was in a daze, and Mu Mu, who was immersed in the music, Li Hongxiu smiled and said, "Little guy, how about you also play a song for the teacher's wife?"
The gentleman knocked on the table and shouted: "Okay!"
I don't know whether he was commenting on Li Hongxiu or asking Li Ye to play the piano.
"Yes, come on, play a song for Mu Mu and Master Niang. I haven't heard my brother play the piano for a long time!"
Mu Mu stood up and pulled Li Ye to Li Hongxiu's side. Li Hongxiu stood up and gave the stool to Li Ye.
Li Ye turned to look at the gentleman with half-closed eyes, touched his head, and said sheepishly: "Master, do you want me to show my shame?"
Li Hongxiu glanced at him with disgust and pulled Mu Mu to sit aside.
"There are visitors in the empty mountain, but it's cold at high places!"
Li Ye looked at the moon and murmured, stretching out his hands to caress the iron piano.
Xin Dao ran all the way from Dongxuan Territory, thinking only about the cultivation of the Formless Dharmakaya, and had not played the piano for a long time.
He does not play the piano as heavily as Li Hongxiu, evoking the artistic conception of mountains and flowing water.
Instead, he picked a note casually, then raised his head and started singing...
...It's cold at high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
...Why do we say goodbye forever? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon.
The music is an old song and the lyrics are old words, but Li Ye feels that only this song "Shui Tiao Song Tou" can express his feelings at this time.
He co-wrote "High Mountain" played by Li Hongxiu, and Li Ye sang it softly twice.
When the column of fragrance lit by his husband had already burned out, he finally calmed down.
He stopped playing the piano, then raised his head and looked at the bright moon, murmuring lowly:
"I don't know how my parents and sisters are doing tonight? I don't know how our old friends in Fengyun City are doing? I don't know how the little fat guy in Qingcheng, Hu Ge and Xiaoju are doing today? I don't know how the young ladies on Phoenix Mountain are doing tonight..."
Mu Mu raised her fleshy little hand, patted him and said, "Brother, you forgot that there is still my master, Xiaoqing and Xiaobai, and your master from the Great Buddha Temple."
"Without saying anything, they'll know I'm thinking of them."
Li Ye looked at the moon quietly and said softly. After saying that, he put away the iron piano, put on the teapot and stove, and started to light a fire to make tea.
The husband patted him on the shoulder and said: "Whenever the bright moon comes, it will naturally be the best tonight!"
Li Ye was startled, and the hand holding the charcoal shook.
Looking back at my husband, I actually recited a Buddha's greeting: "The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, and the future mind cannot be grasped. So sir, you also practice Buddhism?"
Li Hongxiu, who was sitting next to him, was also stunned. He stared with a pair of phoenix eyes and said, "I have no control over whether you like to be a monk, little guy. Please don't lead my husband into the ditch."
That means that since we are married, he cannot become a monk.
Mu Mu clapped her little hands beside Li Hongxiu and smiled: "Sir, you have a wife, but you can't become a monk!"
The teacher glared at Li Hongxiu, looked at Li Ye and said calmly: "Is there any difference between Buddhist Dharma and worldly Dharma?"
"Is there no difference?" Li Ye, who was looking up at the moon, murmured back.
...
Not to mention the monks in Prajna Temple, who listened to the music and singing wafting out from the small courtyard in the back mountain on a moonlit night, today was also a sleepless night at Fengyun City General's Mansion.
The Master and Ye Zhiqiu brought Li Xiaoxue to the General's Mansion to celebrate the festival.
Miss Shangguan Wushuang and master Xu Jingyun were also there, and the whole family was enjoying themselves.
After dinner, she turned on the lamp and was about to go to the garden to watch the moon and make tea when Lin Yueru suddenly complained of stomachache, which shocked everyone.
Even the usually calm general changed his expression and kept saying: "Didn't the doctor in the city say that the baby will be born in a few days? Why did he come so soon!"
Ye Zhiqiu glared at the general and said: "How can you be sure about giving birth to a child? How can you men love women? Hurry up and help Madam into the room, ask the maid in the house to boil water quickly, and send someone to pick up Po Wen, hurry up !”
The little sister was also shocked. She didn't expect that her younger siblings, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, would come tonight.
Master and apprentice Xu Jingyun each supported Lin Yueru towards the back hall.
As he walked, he said, "Don't worry, mother, we are all here."
The master looked at the general walking around in the garden and said with a smile: "This is not the first time. Wushuang is already so old! Just leave this matter to their women. We will sit here and drink tea and wait." Come on."
The general raised his head and glanced at his wife, a little embarrassed, and said while rubbing his hands: "Although it's not the first time, it's still extremely dangerous, and I'm worried about it!"
Ye Zhiqiu pulled Li Xiaoxue to his wife, touched her head and said, "I'm playing in the garden with your father. I'm hungry. There are some snacks and cakes on the table in the living room. I'll go in and take a look. Your sister Wushuang is here." I really want to be a sister."
After speaking, he turned around and walked inside.
Li Xiaoxue looked at the master with her big black eyes, then at the general, and asked, "Is Xiaoxue going to be a sister too?"
The general, who was frowning, couldn't help laughing when he heard Li Xiaoxue's words.
He came over and hugged her and said, "Yes, Xiaoxue is going to be a sister!"
Seeing the happy expressions of the old and the young, the master nodded and said with a smile: "From now on, our two families will become one big family when we are together. It will be lively during the holidays!"
While they were talking, the maid outside the flower hall led Wen Po, who had delivered the baby, inside, and the servants who had boiled hot water carried basins in and out. For a moment, the general's mansion was filled with excitement.
"In the blink of an eye, Wushuang is already eleven years old. The general's residence has not been so lively for a long time."
The general looked at the attendants and Wenpo coming in and out, and said with emotion.
"When the child is born, you and your wife will be busy. Look at my Xiaoxue, it is only now that we are more relaxed."
The master called Li Xiaoxue over, hugged her, took out a silk scarf to control her face, and said with a smile.
"My wife was also jealous after seeing your Xiaoxue, so she was anxious to have another one."
The general finally sat down in front of his wife, stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, and said with a faint smile.
"Today is a good day for the Mid-Autumn Festival. From now on, you don't have to remember the date for this child's birthday!"
The Master raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was almost midnight, and a round moon stood in the sky, quietly shining on the general's mansion.
Upon hearing this, the general patted his thigh heavily and said, "Master, what you said is right. This child born on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival will save his parents' worries at birthday parties in the future."
Li Xiaoxue only celebrated her birthday once, and it was when Li Ye was not at home, so she naturally didn't have much of an impression.
But seeing the two adults happy, they also giggled.
For a time, the garden was filled with laughter and laughter.
The moon is Mid-Autumn Festival.
