"I don't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate.

I also suspected that the mirror of the Yaotai is flying in the blue sky.”

Bai Jianan lay on the lounge chair and chanted the poem of the banished immortal, and looked at the moon in the sky with the little Guaiguai who was lying in his arms.

On August 14th, the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is round, big and bright, and you can clearly see the white clouds flowing under the blue sky.

"Grandpa Liangliang" Xiaogui pointed at the big moon in the sky.

"Yes, Liangliang!" Bai Jianan coaxed her.

Su Xiaoting came out of the house with a grapefruit in her arms. Seeing this scene, she said anxiously: "Sister, you can't point to the moon. Your ears will be cut off when you sleep at night!"

Xiaoguai turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoting, and his fingers were still pointing at the moon, "Sister Liangliang"

Su Xiaoting put the grapefruit on the table in the yard, then pressed the little obedient hand, pointed at her ear and emphasized seriously: "Sister, if you point to the moon, your ears will be cut!"

Xiao Guaiguai blinked his big eyes in a daze and looked at Su Xiaoting blankly.

Bai Jianan looked at it with a smile, without saying a word.

Su Xiaoting changed her words: "The ears will hurt!"

"It hurts." Xiao Guaiguai understood, raised his hand to cover his ears, making Bai Jianan laugh.

"Tingting, sit down, grandpa teaches you to recite a poem." Bai Jianan pointed to the chair next to him.

When Su Xiaoting heard this, her face suddenly turned bitter. She asked carefully: "Grandpa Bai, can you not recite the poem?"

Bai Jianan was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Then don't read it!"

Su Xiaoting breathed a sigh of relief and walked away quickly, afraid that Grandpa Bai would teach her to recite poems again later. Although she was still on holidays, the child still thought she was not having enough fun, how could she recite poems?

Bai Jianan saw Su Xiaoting walking away, looked down at Xiao Guaiguai's head, and said with a smile: "Good, grandpa teaches you how to recite poetry, okay?"

Xiao Guaiguai blinked again and whispered.

Bai Jianan was happy, "Good, you agreed, come, please follow my grandfather, I don't know the moon when I was young."

Xiao Guaiguai: "￥%&#"

"I don't know the month when I'm young."

“&￥%#”

All Bai Jianan was speechless. He was puzzled how Su Xiaoting taught Xiao Guai to memorize poetry.

However, he didn't believe in evil, and no matter how Xiao Guaiguai spoke, he continued to teach him word by word.

In the room, Su Xiaoting discussed with Su Qinghe: "Uncle Qinghe, can I call Aunt Haiyan to come and enjoy the moon together?"

"I've called you Aunt Haiyan, and she said she'll come later."

When Su Xiaoting heard that Aunt Haiyan would come later, she was secretly happy. Since her mother left, Aunt Haiyan accompanied her every Mid-Autumn Festival. She laid a bamboo mat in the yard, and the two of them lay on it, looking at the moon in the sky. Aunt Haiyan told her the story of Chang'e flying to the moon.

"Tingting, take out this box of mooncakes!" Su Qinghe handed over a box of mooncakes to Su Xiaoting. The little girl insisted on helping, and Su Qinghe was not polite to her.

Su Xiaoting happily walked out again with the mooncakes.

Watching the moon in the yard should have been on August 15th. At least in Su Qinghe’s memory, every household in Shuangtang Village sat around the table on August 15th, watching the moon and chatting. The children gathered together, and the family walked around the house and went around.

But now this tradition seems to have changed. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival is usually the last day of holidays, many people worship their ancestors during the day, and they have to set off to return to the city where they study and work without even having dinner. Therefore, the custom of watching the moon is ahead of August 14th. In fact, it is not just for watching the moon, but also has the meaning of worshiping the moon.

In this relatively traditional and backward mountain town, the customs of traditional festivals are still relatively important and have not been greatly impacted.

For Su Qinghe, it is also good to watch the moon on the 14th. After all, I heard from the old lady and my uncle that it has been raining at home for many years on August 15th. And even if it doesn’t rain on the Mid-Autumn Festival, it’s not impossible to continue to watch the moon on the 14th after the 15th, or even the 16th.

Su Haiyan came with Su Quan, Su Fu and the others.

"Why are you two here too? You don't have to stay at home with your parents?" Su Qinghe was a little surprised. He didn't call Su Quan and Su Fu.

"Don't mention it!" Su Quan sighed, "They were so annoyed that they saw me, so I just ran out and let them lose sight of it!"

Su Fu also nodded and said, "It's not that we don't want to accompany them, but that they didn't think about having a good holiday! Those who celebrate the holiday still urged to find a partner. Isn't this destroying the atmosphere?"

Su Qinghe was choking and didn't know what to say.

"Whenever there is something wrong, I can stay at home and spend time with them, but I can't help it. They just keep talking. I'm annoyed, and they are also annoyed!" Su Quan vomited bitter water, feeling extremely frustrated, "I even suspect that it has become their heartache if I don't find a partner. If this continues, I will not dare to come back during the New Year!"

"Okay, okay!" Su Qinghe stopped them from continuing. If you talk about it, a good chat with the moon was probably going to be a complaint meeting between the two brothers.

At this time, Su Qinghe noticed a light, and then the little little tits screamed, "Sister, sister, give it to me."

Su Qinghe turned his head and looked at it. It turned out that Su Xiaoting was holding a lit fairy stick in her hand. The dazzling sparks reflected her slightly excited little face. Xiao Guai stood aside and reached out to grab it, but the old lady pressed it down.

Su Qinghe's eyes turned, and he saw Su Haiyan holding a large handful of fairy sticks in his hand, "Sister Yan, when did you buy fireworks?"

"I bought it at the fireworks shop in the afternoon. Do you want to come and have fun?" Su Haiyan said.

Su Qinghe shook his head. He didn't like to play with these small fireworks.

"Dad Fat" Seeing that Dad looked at this side, Xiao Guaiguai immediately pointed at the sparks blooming in Su Xiaoting's hand and shouted loudly.

"Good, I want to play, too," Su Qinghe asked drowningly.

"Yeah, I want to play." Xiao Guaiguai's eyes shone, he focused his head, and his body twisted in the control of the old lady.

Su Qinghe came over and Su Haiyan handed him a fairy stick. As soon as Su Qinghe took it, Xiao Guaiguai, who had regained his freedom, leaned on him. He hugged his thigh and wanted to grab the fairy stick.

"Dad to me"

"Good, don't worry, wait until dad lights the fireworks first!" Su Qinghe subdued Xiaoguaiguai with one hand, blocked Xiaoguaiguai behind him, and stretched the fairy stick in his hand towards Su Xiaoting, "Tingting, borrow a fire!"

The fairy stick was lit, Su Qinghe squatted down, locked Xiao Guaiguai in his arms, and grabbed her little hand and grabbed the fairy stick together.

The little guy would be surprisingly quiet, with his big eyes bright and bright, reflecting the blooming fireworks.

"Be good, are the fireworks beautiful?" Su Qinghe asked in a low voice by pressing his chin against the little guy's shoulder.

It took a while for the little guy to answer softly.

"beautiful"
Chapter completed!