Xinghan put the Kongming lantern in his hand on the ground: "You hold it, and I'll light it."
Miao Jian handed the lighter to Shao Xinghan, and she came to drag the Kongming Lantern.
Shao Xinghan was a full shoulder taller than Miao Jian. Shao Xinghan was dragging the Kongming lantern before, and Miao Jian could see the wick by lowering his head slightly. Now it was Miao Jian who was dragging him. There was a big height difference between the two of them. Miao Jian had to light the lantern before.
Her hands were sore from holding the lantern for so long. Now she couldn't lift it too high while dragging the Kongming Lantern. Shao Xinghan had to lower her head hard and bend her back slightly to see the wick.
After bending for a while, the wick was lit, and Shao Xinghan straightened up. Because he had been bending for a while, his head still felt a little dizzy when he stood up, so Shao Xinghan calmed down for a while.
"It's actually lit." Miao Jian raised the Kongming Lantern and looked at the open flame lit by the wick inside. The fire looked very faint through the thin fiery red gauze paper. The hazy fire light went out and on, illuminating the sandpaper.
The pattern is also obvious, with a dragon and a phoenix circling in circles. The small lines of the pattern can be clearly seen under the firelight.
Although the quality of this Kongming Lantern is not very good, it still looks good when lit.
Shao Xinghan smiled slightly: "Let it go."
Miao Jian let go and put the Kongming Lantern in the air. The Kongming Lantern slowly rose into the sky under the flickering light of the fire. Miao Jian watched the orange firelight getting smaller and smaller, getting further and further away.
She almost forgot what she was looking at. She habitually held hands and took Shao Xinghan's hand to hold hers: "I didn't expect it to be quite beautiful."
Shao Xinghan was stunned for a moment, then let Miao Jian hold his hand, and looked at the sky lantern that was gradually rising: "It's quite beautiful."
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It was already one o'clock in the morning when Miao Jian and Shao Xinghan returned to Shao's house, and the people outside gradually dispersed. She and Shao Xinghan put down the last Kongming Lantern and walked around the square a few times, and also looked at the newly built buildings nearby.
I played with the ice sculpture until twelve o'clock.
After twelve o'clock, people outside began to disperse in a bustling manner. Miao Jian felt a little cold, so she walked back with Shao Xinghan.
When they arrived near Shao's house, Shao Xinghan parked his car in the garage. Miao Jian stood at the exit of the garage waiting for him. It was too dark and cold inside, and she didn't want to go in.
Shao Xinghan parked the car and came out. Miao Jian walked in front, chatting with Shao Xinghan all the time.
"Brother, do you think mom and dad will be asleep at this time? We won't disturb them, right?" Miao Jian put her hands behind her back, walked in front and turned around to look at Shao Xinghan.
Shao Xinghan walked behind, looking at the bouncing Miao Jian: "I should be sleeping now, we just need to pay more attention."
Miao Jian nodded, and the two of them continued walking forward.
After walking around a corner, they arrived at the lawn of Shao's house. Miao Jian looked around and saw that the lights of Shao's house were still on, bright and bright, looking brightly lit in the dark night.
Miao Jian was stunned for a moment, stopped, turned around, and looked at Shao Xinghan wordlessly.
Shao Xinghan stood next to Miao Jian, his palms pressed against her back: "Let's go, they may not be asleep yet."
Miao Jian walked forward mechanically. She was not afraid of Shao's mother Chen Lian. After being in the Shao family for so many years, Shao's mother was not bad to her and they had feelings for each other.
What she is afraid of is Shao Yingzhuo, her father.
In Miao Jian's impression, Shao Yingzhuo always had a straight face. He rarely talked to them and rarely smiled. To be precise, he rarely talked to Miao Jian, although he usually went shopping for food.
All children are equal, no one will get more or less. But Miao Jian can feel that Shao Yingzhuo doesn't like her very much.
That was the rigidity on his face, and Miao Jian could see it no matter how stupid he was.
Even though more than ten years have passed, Shao Yingzhuo's attitude towards Miao Jian has not changed much. By the time Miao Jian was more than ten years old, Shao Yingzhuo was at home less often. He rarely went home once, and he was happy when he saw Shaoyao.
, Shaoyao opened her arms to hug Shao Yingzhuo. Shao Yingzhuo smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits. But when he came to Miao Jian, although he was not as cold-faced as before, compared to Shaoyao
, his attitude was too cold. Miao Jian just smiled lightly when she saw him, and then called him dad.
Shao Xinghan's experience of what Miao Jian went through was obvious to all. He understood what Miao Jian was hesitating and afraid of, so he asked Miao Jian to muster up the courage to face it.
Miao Jian walked in front, watching the lights in the villa getting closer and closer, her heartbeat speeding up slowly and steadily, she licked her dry lips, took out the key from her bag, and opened the door.
The key was turned, the door lock clicked, and the door opened. Miao Jian licked her lips again and poked her head in to take a look.
What came into view was Shao's mother, sitting alone and dejectedly on the sofa, covered with a blanket. She lowered her head and could vaguely see her face.
She was not asleep. When she heard the door lock ring, she slowly raised her head, her eyes were tired, her face was haggard, and the bruises under her eyes were obvious. She looked at Miao Jian, but her dry lips did not speak.
"Mom, my brother and I are back." Miao Jian felt a little relieved, pushed the door open more, and walked in to change her shoes.
Shao Xinghan was behind her, holding her coat and walking inside.
Miao Jian changed her writing, took the coat from Shao Xinghan, and walked to the sofa: "Mom, why don't you go to bed so late? Where are dad and Ayao?"
Shao Mu's numb expression twitched the corner of her mouth, and she said in a dumb voice: "They are all out."
"Ah? They're all out. Mom, are you okay? Why is your voice so hoarse?" Miao Jian walked over quickly, picked up the cup on the table, took a cup of hot water and handed it to Shao's mother.
Shao Mu weakly stretched out her hand to take it, put it to her mouth, took a sip and then put it down.
Shao Xinghan came over to the sofa and sat down. Looking at Shao's mother's haggard face, he felt a little worried.
"Did A Yao talk back to you again?" Shao Xinghan whispered. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear in this quiet and large living room.
Shao's mother didn't say anything. The blanket wrapped her body, and her fingers hidden inside moved. They finally joined together to form a fist, and then spread out again.
She closed her eyes, and the only sound in the living room was her breathing.
Miao Jian pursed her lips and said nothing. She carefully looked at Shao Mu's face. The bruises that were not that heavy at first have now spread to the eye sockets and under the eye sockets. Her brows are slightly furrowed, and her whole face is full of haggard and decadence.
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"Mom, please stop lying here. Be careful not to catch a cold. I'll help you go back to your room to rest." Shao Xinghan went to touch Shao's mother's hand, but Shao's mother took her hand away.
"...Let me lie down for a while." Shao's mother's voice was extremely hoarse, and her original voice could no longer be heard.