"Dad, tell me a story!"
Little Jiang Zhiyuan snuggled in his father's arms, blinking his big eyes and said expectantly.
Father Jiang smiled and nodded, and began to tell the beautiful legend about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Little Jiang Zhiyuan was fascinated by the story and exclaimed in surprise from time to time.
Mother Jiang and Jiang Zhiheng listened quietly on the side, enjoying this rare tranquility and warmth.
As the night deepened, everything around gradually became quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects in the distance.
But this small courtyard is filled with laughter and strong family affection.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is not just a festival, but also a wonderful time for families to reunite and share the joy of family.
"Dad's stories are so good. I love them so much!"
Little Jiang Zhiyuan lay in Father Jiang's arms, with her delicate and cute little face tilted up, praising Father Jiang earnestly.
"Haha, I'm glad you like it. Come, let's have another mooncake!"
Father Jiang rubbed the little girl's head lovingly and said with a smile on his face.
The little girl nodded happily and took the mooncake from Father Jiang's hand.
"Dad, don't you need to accompany Mom?"
"Dad still has half an hour to belong to you..."
Jiang Zhiyuan really wanted to stay immersed in this dream forever and never wake up again.
She remembered everything clearly, even the details, but...
Things have changed, people have changed, everything is over, and the past is no longer there to reminisce about the past.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no longer the taste of home, no longer the warmth, only loneliness and indifference.
Her parents and her brother had left her, and she had to accept those cruel realities.
"Little Yuaner~ Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~"
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