[Thunderbolt] The peach blossoms are still

Time is like a white horse that never returns, slipping away quietly in unspeakable thoughts.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

A golden osmanthus tree bloomed in the yard, and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing a few days ago, Misty Moon painstakingly picked up some that fell on the ground, collected them, washed them, and planned to dry them into dried sweet-scented osmanthus flowers later.

Even though there are no classes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the academy is still full of people. Almost everyone in the village came. The students and their parents brought things to thank Misty Moon. give up.

Fortunately, they didn't linger too long, they said they would give the rest to Que Chensi after sending them off, turned around and ran away again.

Misty Moon sighed as she looked at several mooncakes in oil paper bags.

The mooncakes here are all crispy and salty. Although she can accept it, sometimes she still misses the sweet and greasy lotus paste mooncake.

She seems to have not celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival for a long time. It is clear that the three of them got together to eat moon cakes, drink tea (wine) and enjoy the moon the year before last, but now that Hebaiding is gone, Misty Moon feels like a lifetime away when she thinks back.

I don't know if Xiaodao is doing well in Xianshan, will there be a Mid-Autumn Festival there, is he short of wine?Misty Moon sealed a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, sold it under a tree, and then went into the house to start preparing for the moon viewing tonight.

Although people are in the countryside, wind and moon cannot move.Misty Moon is still a person who likes to enjoy at heart, but after going through several changes, her temper has softened a bit, but she can still enjoy it.

She found Que Chensi a few days ago and invited him to come and enjoy the moon together - every Mid-Autumn Festival, the three of them would take turns to invite the other two to their residence for the festival. According to the rules, it was her turn this year.

Que Chensi's reaction seemed a little flattered, but he readily agreed that he would be there on time.

I looked up at the sky, the moon was already on the willow branches, the sky is high and the moon is bright tonight, it is a good weather, but it is time for my ears to come.

Sure enough, just as Misty Moon had finished setting things up, there was a knock on the door of the academy.

Three light taps, the rhythm is neither urgent nor slow, and the interval is equal.This is the way that Que Chen Si is used to, as humble and polite as he himself, but boring and inflexible.

Piao Miaoyue opened the door, but Chen Si stood outside the door, still with familiar smiling eyes, and a gentle look like a spring breeze.He called: "Miaoyue, sorry for the long wait."

For his habitual apology, Misty Moon was too numb to respond: "...Come in, I've got things ready."

But Chensi raised his hand, it was a small paper bag, and said with a smile: "This is the silver needle I bought a few days ago, why not take this opportunity today and let Miaoyue taste my tea art."

Silver Needle is her favorite tea, but since she came to this place, she has never drank it again. She usually drinks wild tea.I don't know what kind of tea it is, but even if it can be made into tea, it is still fried by the villagers themselves. The technique is rough and the astringency is not clean.

Hearing what Que Chensi said at this moment, she didn't care about other things, she grabbed him and was about to walk into the yard: "Hurry up, my water is already boiled."

She tugs at the sleeves of Que Chensi, and stumbles along to follow.

Piao Miaoyue couldn't see it, but Chen Si looked at her hand holding her sleeve, her eyes were a little empty.There was a three-point smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his lips were always slightly raised. At this time, the smile was a little bit more contemplative.

But he quickly realized - the yard is here.

Misty Moon set up a table in the yard, with teacups and several plates containing fruit cakes on it, and a small red clay stove beside it was boiling water.

She pulled him to sit down, and quickly set the tea set: "Quick." A concise word has fully expressed her impatience.

But Chensi lowered his eyes and smiled, without saying much, he opened the paper bag and made tea for her.

Misty Moon watched Que Chensi's movements eagerly, and finally waited for the cup of tea handed to her.

"Miaoyue come and taste it." Que Chensi said.

Misty Moon didn't speak, just nodded, raised the cup and blew on the hot air, and took a sip cautiously.

The kettle on the side was burning gurglingly, and the cool autumn wind blew away the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus a little bit, and made the leaves rustle and the fallen flowers rustle.

She narrowed her eyes comfortably.

No need for Misty Moon to say anything, but Chen Si already understood everything.

He smiled, refilled her with a new cup of tea, and then poured himself one too.

There was silence between them for a while, probably they were all enjoying the wind, laurel and moon.The aroma of tea and cinnamon blended wonderfully, Misty Moon put out the prepared mooncakes, and picked a piece of bean paste for Que Chensi.

There was another rustle and rustle, and an osmanthus flower fell into the misty moon's teacup, causing gentle ripples on the tea.

Misty Moon glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus in the cup, then raised her head to look at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree under the moonlight, and whispered softly: "The jade is under the moon, and I occasionally see Lu Huaxin in the cup."

But Chensi smiled, and continued: "Don't ask about the cause, it should be given to you by Chang'e."

Misty Moon looked at him in surprise, but Chen Si's smile remained unchanged, and she only asked, "Does Miao Yue need a change?"

"No, you can drink it." Misty Moon suddenly changed her tone, "I'll change the taste."

But Chen couldn't figure it out, so she saw that Misty Moon took out two jars of wine from nowhere, opened the seal with a snap, and immediately the aroma of the wine overflowed: "You drink tea, and I drink." She took out two more wine bowls , Fill up separately, pick up a bowl by yourself, and drink it in one gulp.

But Chensi looked at the wine bowl on the other side, and could only say to Misty Moon: "Don't drink too much, it will hurt your health, and the hangover will be very bad."

Misty Moon: "It's okay, this wine is not easy to get drunk."

But Chensi could only try his best to sniff the aroma of the wine - although he can't drink alcohol, but he has been exposed to it for so long, and he has some experience in the relationship between the alcohol content and the aroma of the wine - it is true that the smell of alcohol is very light, more It is a fruity fragrance.

Glancing at Feng Hong on the wine jar, there were three words written on it: "Spring shirt wine." It was written in Misty Moon's handwriting, it seemed that she still had time to make wine by herself.

He had no choice but to let her drink, but he still tried his best to make her drink and eat something to fill her stomach.

However, Misty Moon, who hadn't had a drink for a long time, lost her alcohol capacity, and after finishing a pot, she lay down on the table, refusing to go back to rest, insisting that she just let herself lie down and rest.

As a result, after this rest, she fell asleep directly.

But Chensi didn't know what to say, so he could only go to her room to find a thin blanket for her to cover.

Although it was a good day, but the weather had indeed turned colder, Misty Moon slept soundly, but Chensi tucked her in the quilt, and slowly sat back beside her.

Time seemed to have suddenly returned to when they first came to this village, Misty Moon lay unconscious on the bed, but Chen Si stood by and watched her lost in thought.

If it hadn't been pointed out by others, he might never understand his own thoughts.

He understood Misty Moon's thoughts, but at the beginning, he could only sigh, "The world is safe and secure, and it is worthy of Tathagata and worthy of Qing".

Now that the world is changing, he is constantly cycling between losing and possessing, and there is only one Misty Moon left.

He was afraid again, afraid that his emotion was just afraid of losing Misty Moon.He was already selfish enough to trap Misty Moon, who could have been chic, by his side, and he really didn't want to let her down because of his little misjudgment.

As for those precepts and clear rules... He smiled wryly.

He stretched out his hand, pinned the strands of Misty Moon's hair blown away by the wind back behind his ears, and sighed.

"It's so unfair to you."

"But no matter what the result is, after all, Quechensi is sorry for you."

The author has something to say:

The poem written by Que Yueyin in this chapter was adapted from "Osmanthus Osmanthus on the Fifteenth Night of August in Tianzhu Temple" by Pi Rixiu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The original poem is as follows:

Yu Ke Shan Shan next moon wheel, Revival found in front of the temple.

So far, there will be no matter in the sky, it should be Chang'e throwing people away.

This poem is not difficult to understand, it is quite playful and fresh, I like the last two lines very much, originally I just wanted to let Miao Yueyin sing these two lines, but I still made such an arrangement.

Although it is badly written, I still want to comment more QAQ