Chapter 54 The Son of the Old Man

At night, the full moon shines high.

Under the sad moonlight, the light and shadow are clear. Under the dark night, the house is longing, mottled and hazy.

Under the high-altitude full moon, the shadow on the ground is tilted.

In the corner of the eaves, the petite thin shadow seems to be embedded in the bright yellow full moon, the quiet back, the flying corners of the clothes, the wanton hair with the wind, so flamboyant and arrogant loneliness.

Around his arms, his slightly drooping eyes closed into an indifferent arc. Through his ice-blue eyes, the scenery under the distance seemed to have lost its temperature as if everything had been frozen. Calm, silent, can't provoke any waves.

He stood quietly in the corner of the eaves, and behind him was sprinkled with silver tiles, which was stained with a trace of obscurity because of his shadow.

The heart of the sky and the moon are round. He looks alone with his shadow. Just a back has completely exuded the loneliness and indifference of the heart, which makes people dare not approach and the heart can't twitch.

When he and Joan climbed up the roof on the wooden ladder, she saw this scene: the teenager leaned on the head of the house alone, as if he were isolated from the world behind him.

She couldn't pack it up, and the fruit in her arms rolled all over the ground. She leaned down to pick it up. When I looked up again, I saw that the icy cold eyes were looking at her with a little inquiry, pure blue, blue intoxicated, blue deep.

Although the eyebrows are still childish, the steady and restrained appearance is more and more like someone in my memory.

and Joan were stagnant, and they only felt a momentary stagnation in their breathing. In the dream, there seemed to be a pair of familiar eyes staring at her, and his eyes filled with sadness, and then his voice was hoarse, like a dilapidated Huqin, calling for her return.

She recovered in a trance, and suddenly her mind trembled, and her eyes were inseparable from the young man who had never moved in front of her. The same eyes, similar face, and even his spleen are very similar to him. It's just that loneliness, why is it even worse? How did he get around these years?

Somehow, He Qiong felt that her eyes were slightly sour, and her heart was happy and astringent, and there was a complexity that was difficult to express. She only regarded it as the author's emotion after meeting his own characters.

This teenager, this teenager... Is it their child?

"I didn't expect you to be so big." She thought like this in her mind, but she didn't know that she had muttered unconsciously.

The teenager did not speak immediately, frowned suddenly, and then calmed down. He just stared at her blue eyes with more eyes.

Seeing him frown, He Qiong knew that he had lost his words. He smiled and restrained his emotions. He coughed slightly and turned his head to the full moon in the sky. "I didn't expect that there are people here who know how to enjoy it as much as I do, haha."

She sat down by herself, took out an apple and casually wiped it against the skirt of her chest, and put it into her mouth with a crisp sound. She sighed and lay down on her back, with her head resting on one arm and hooking one foot. She was relaxed. Only she knew how the hand holding the apple had trembled.

She didn't look at him, but she knew that the cold sight behind her had been falling on her. She squinted and covered the trembling in it, and her thoughts had already turned around: Xi Xinyao died, the water was gone, and their children had no parents since they were born. In the past ten years, they have lived like orphans. This child must have lived. It's very hard.

That day, Chaliao heard about the mysterious teenager in the old mouth of Shuqiu. She had vaguely guessed that in addition to him, Xi Xinmiao and the son of Shui Yuhan, who was only a ten-year-old teenager. Who could have this ability?

What she didn't expect was that this teenager had frozen himself so thoroughly at such a young age. Who is to blame for such a result? If Xi Xinmiao knew that the flesh and blood she gave birth to death had now grown into an indifferent teenager, what would she be?

Thinking about this, he and Qiong only felt sad in her heart, not without guilt. The cold eyes flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a great pain in my heart. Obviously, his young light has not yet begun, how can it make people feel that the vicissitudes of time have been in vain?

Open your eyes, and the moisture in the eyelids makes the cool breeze dry, taking away a piece of enthusiasm. In her eyes, the jade plate occupied her eyes, reflecting a little bright light, which was very flexible. She said briskly, "Son, do you know why the moon is so round today?"

She was silent for a while, but didn't wait for him to answer. She pretended not to care and said, "It's the fifteenth. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Have you heard of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th? Today's moon is the roundest. If I remember correctly, the full moon night next month will be your birthday, right?

The last sentence is like thunder on the ground, stirring up thousands of huge waves in the heart of the young man.

The full moon night next month, isn't it September 15th, his birthday?!

His body shook, and his eyes were finally stained with a thick and unbelievable. In his eyes that looked at her, he saw himself who had no time to hide the shock inside. In a trance, he seemed to hear his questioning.

"Who are you?"

The short three words were the first time he spoke to an outsider. He was used to silence, and such an initiative surprised him.

But as soon as he said it, he didn't regret it, but his eyes locked the woman opposite him more, and he was more vigilant in addition to exploration. Even he didn't know that what leaked the most in his eyes was actually the shallow streamlight, expectation and trembling.

Who is she? She came through time, but she was not the person he expected, his mother. Will he understand if he answers like this?

"It's just an old man." A bystander who participated in the story from beginning to end. Yes, it's just a bystander.

She finally smiled faintly. Her calm face could not see anything wrong, and did not show the faint loss and astringency that she could not ignore in her heart.

"You--"

The teenager wanted to ask again, but was silenced by the shouts from the distance. It seems that I can't ask anything today.

He turned his head, but bumped into the woman's black eyes, with a little soft light. There was a smile on the corners of her mouth, as if she was spoiled. Is it an illusion?

He took over what she threw from the air and looked at the apple in his hand.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

His eyes moved slightly and looked at her again. He didn't know that unconsciously, there was little left for his guard against her.

"Happy birthday to you in advance, to say a few words. Water whispers..."

The name is ten years late, but I wonder if it is necessary to continue? It's just that I'm unwilling and looking forward to it.

The teenager did not move. He watched the woman who claimed to be an old man climb down the wooden ladder like a stone sculpture. He did not stop him.

The woman shocked him before she left, and the shock of those two words was more than he could bear before.

Gently? Is that his name? Ten years, or wait? Does he still have a name?

He condensed the apple in his hand and lowered his head to hide the look on his face at this time.

Under the high moon, the thin shadow looks more and more lonely, which is unbearable.

"Young master..."

Feng Xue stood in the courtyard and looked up at the teenager on the independent roof, looking at his back of the full moon. Years had never taken away much wind and frost on the doll's face.

He was solemn, and his eyes carrying too much affection flowed through a little sadness. Tonight's young master seems to be a little different...

However, what Feng Xue and the teenager didn't know was that the woman who didn't want to stay for a long time hid in her room after leaving, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be not doing it when she climbed down the wooden ladder.

She was given a curse, an inexplicable spell, which made her cry silently all night...

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Oh~~ There is rice when the mother and son meet! But they don't know each other when they meet, but the family affection that blends into the bone and blood will make them finally recognize each other. It's painful to squeeze the time. The cold has disappeared for a long time. It's about to appear. Are you looking forward to it?