Yanjing is as prosperous as ever, and tonight it is even more dazzling than fireworks.
However, in front of the bright moon in the sky and under the vast starry sky, it is just a firefly, as small as a grain of sand.
"I really want to live a few more tens of thousands of years to see what Twelve can bring back from the starry sky." Sitting in the yard, Old Mrs. Wen looked up at the deep starry sky obscured by the moonlight.
“When I was young, I didn’t know the moon, and I called it a white jade plate. I also thought it was a mirror on the Jade Terrace, flying in the blue sky…” Thirteen once posted such a message on his Moments, and the old lady saw it.
At that time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the old lady was busy, so she didn't feel much.
Tonight, at this moment, the old lady was deeply moved by the poem.
It turns out that people are all similar, independent yet closely connected.
Today, when she learned that Liu Yueyue had gone to meet up with Shisan and were going on vacation together, the old lady reminded Shisan subtly that the Liu sisters, who had everything they needed, would most likely favor Yang Fan, who had nothing but seemed to have everything.
Thirteen did not respond directly to the old lady's reminder, but only sent her a few words, or to be exact, a poem.
"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Success or failure is all in vain.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of wine to celebrate our reunion.
So many things in the past and present are just jokes. "
After reading it, the old lady decided not to worry about her granddaughter's life anymore, as one knows how hot or cold the water is only when one drinks it.
Only my granddaughter herself knows how to make her life happy. Outsiders who are pointing fingers at her are like clowns.
“The waves wash away all heroes, success and failure are all in vain, so many events from ancient times to modern times are only talked about in laughter… You are really open-minded, thousands of years ahead of an old man like me.” The granddaughter did not say where the poem came from, but the old lady knew that it could only be Yang Fan.
The Eternals are truly powerful. Their insights into life can deceive themselves and others. The key is that they know they are being deceived, but they are still willing to do so.
The older I get, the longer the nights seem. The old lady stood up from the tea table.
The tea table is exquisite, with a canopy on all sides, and can draw running water, which can be used to rinse tea sets and boil water for making tea.
The Liu sisters had made tea for her here. At that time, after the two sisters bathed and changed their clothes, they wore gorgeous clothes and phoenix crowns. As they moved, a pot of sweet spring water filled with beauty and wisdom was born.
In that case, drinking tea is no longer just drinking water, but rather drinking the skill, the pleasure to the eye, and a state of mind.
The initial bustle has faded away, and now the old lady is all alone. Her children and grandchildren have all gone out to play during the long vacation, and no one is with her, nor are they willing to be with her because she is too strong and cold-blooded.
Only during festivals will her children and grandchildren come to accompany her and show their filial piety.
I was making tea when a message came on my cell phone.
The old lady quickly put down the work in her hands. She had been waiting for news from Hailing.
Yang Qianli held a welcoming banquet for Yang Fan and his party, and all the bigwigs in the Yanjing circle knew about it.
The message was a group message. When the old lady opened the group, the message tagged her had already been posted, and what she saw were messages from several big bosses.
"Is it a painting?"
"What are the words written in the picture? My eyes are having a hard time reading them. If anyone has good eyesight, please type them out."
"Don't worry, my granddaughter has good eyesight. I'll ask her to copy it down and it will be ready soon... I have to say, this is another surprise, and it's as good as any of Xiao Yang's previous writings."
The old lady found the information she tagged herself in, which was a photo. In the photo was a writing board with a lot of words on it, distributed irregularly and interspersed among the immature paintings.
The old lady had very good eyesight. She put on her reading glasses, enlarged the photo, and quickly saw the words that were carefully avoided in the children's pictures.
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I stand up to dance with my shadow, but it doesn't seem like I'm in the human world."
The old lady's hands trembled slightly as she looked up at the starry sky.
People today have long known that there is no palace on the moon, but who knows whether there is a heaven on the other side of the deep space or in another dimension.
"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, this has always been difficult to achieve. I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."
Ten miles of silver beach.
Looking at the writing board, Yang Qianli's face flushed at first, but when he saw the last sentence, his eyes also turned red.
It was not because he was able to witness the creation of "Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Rise" with his own eyes, nor because he was included in the painting, but because he remembered his first wife Xi Hongchan who had passed away long ago.
Although his current wife is younger and more beautiful, they did not marry out of pure love. Even now, their relationship is maintained only by fame, fortune and the existence of their children.
Yang Fan said that this poem has dominated the past two thousand years, but to Yang Qianli, it is unparalleled, unique and irreplaceable.
"Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Appear" not only incorporates the scenery, but also incorporates Yang Qianli's state of mind, and even vaguely includes the feelings between him and his first wife.
Yang Wudi, the eldest son of Yang Qianli and his current wife, also came tonight. He carefully savored "When Will the Bright Moon Appear" from "Water Melody" and then fell into deep thought.
He naturally knew that his father was married for the second time. After his first wife passed away, he married his mother and gave birth to him and his sister.
Originally, my dad wanted my mom to come over today, but she didn't want to and went back to her hometown to attend the wedding.
Yang Wudi has grown up and he can tell whether his parents have a good relationship or not.
Especially now that he saw his father silent and with red eyes, he was even more certain that his father was still thinking about his first wife.
Maybe it’s just like even though he has a new girlfriend, he always thinks of his first love, Yang Wudi thought.
Thirteenth Aunt carefully savored "When Will the Bright Moon Rise", which is a new work. She had never heard or seen Yang Fan write this poem before.
Having a boyfriend who surprises me from time to time is an extra blessing.
I heard that men are fickle and easily bored, and a man who can maintain long-term passion for his woman is hard to find.
Yang Fan can't do it for a lifetime, but he knows how to manage a relationship.
All journeys and passions will eventually return to life.
The essence of life is dull and plain. Passion and enthusiasm consume too much energy. Sprinters can only shine for a limited few years and then have to retire.
"Biased!" Liu Qianqian was happy in her heart, but she looked very unhappy in front of her sister.
Liu Yueyue was feeling complacent. After hearing her sister's words, she quickly pulled her aside and said, "Didn't Yang Fan have Xianyun Nongqiao and Feixing Chuanhen for you before?"
"That's not as much as yours, and not as good as yours." Liu Qianqian said.
Liu Yueyue comforted him, "It's mainly because your name is quite special. It's hard to do it. If you want to blame someone, blame the person who named you."
Liu Qianqian snorted twice. The names of the two sisters were given by their mother Liu. Who dared to say anything
In the group of bigwigs in the Yenching circle.
"Are we seeing the same moon?"
"This poem makes me feel that the moon over Hailing Island is different from the one we see in Yanjing."
“It’s lonely up there, people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes… Every word is a reflection of life, every part is a reflection of life, the artistic conception is so profound.”
"When I was young, if I had this level of ability, I probably wouldn't have the time to do my current job because I would be busy dealing with so many admirers, haha."
"Thinking about it this way, no wonder Sister Wen's grandson-in-law doesn't want to pursue a career in politics. He doesn't have that much energy. Young people are obsessed with love."
Hailing Island.
After writing the words, Yang Fan and his group went back.
They had drunk, eaten and fulfilled the formalities, and the rest of the time belonged to them. They no longer had to accompany the boss to eat, drink and have fun, and the group began a free and happy vacation.
After coming back, Yang Fan and his companions sat on the hotel balcony, chatting and looking at the Silver Beach under the moonlight.
Guo Guo suddenly asked Yang Fan: "Dad, what is love?"