Luo Shimiao wore a floor-length dress embroidered with roses, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, looking stunningly beautiful.
They sang as they walked toward the pavilion.
Luo Jianxing stood beside Li Man, playing the violin with a serious expression.
Luo Shimiao stood beside Gu Nian, singing a song of remembrance for her loved ones, but her eyes revealed affection.
"May we all live long and prosper." Luo Shimiao suddenly held the microphone to the man's mouth.
Gu Nian's eyes flashed, and his thin lips parted slightly: "We share the same moon, though we are thousands of miles apart."
Two elderly people who were drinking tea simultaneously spat out the tea they were drinking.
Just as Luo Jingyuan was about to cut the mooncake, his fork pierced directly into the middle of the mooncake.
Ye Shujun had just picked up her teacup when it slammed heavily onto the table, splashing tea out of the cup.
Luo Ziliang and his wife picked at their ears, wondering if they were hallucinating. They thought they heard a water buffalo singing, but they didn't keep any buffalo at home.
Sitting in her father's lap, Luo Luo frowned and covered her ears with her little fingers.
Zhou Shuyu, who had just peeled grapes and was about to feed her son, heard the singing, her hand trembled, and the grapes rolled to the ground.
Luo Lingyuan and Luo Yan stared wide-eyed, their heads slowly turning towards the person who had made the sound, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Cough cough..." Luo Ruilin coughed violently, red liquid flowing down his chin.
He was still holding an empty wine glass in his fingers; half of the red wine in the glass went into his stomach, and the other half was used to "wash his face."
Little Green was "dancing" on the railing when Gu Nian started singing. Her body swayed and she fell straight down to the grass.
Li Man appeared much calmer, only occasionally shaking her head.
Su Jingwen buried her head in her husband's arms; it was so embarrassing.
Gu Chengyi looked at his son. This was a question he still couldn't understand. They were both good singers, so why did they have a son who was tone-deaf?
Is this what they mean by a positive plus a negative? I don't understand, I really don't understand!
Because of Gu Nian's "moo" in the phrase "sharing the same moon across a thousand miles," Luo Jianxing almost choked on the last few notes, but fortunately he managed to calm himself down, thus preserving the perfect performance.
Luo Shimiao was dumbfounded, not expecting Gu Nian's singing to be so powerful: "Um... how about I sing a line?"
Everyone turned to look at her, nodding emphatically in unison.
Luo Shimiao raised the microphone and sang a line: "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles."
"Clap clap clap clap..." Loud applause rang out.
Her heavenly voice successfully washed away the "filth" in everyone's minds.
“A-Nian, you sang very well, don’t sing again next time.” Luo Ruilin, who was hurt the most in this “accident”, said.
The wine stains on his face had been wiped clean, and he looked as if nothing had happened.
However, the wine stains on their clothes reminded everyone that those breathtaking few seconds were real.
Gu Nian frowned: "Is it really that bad? I'll sing a few more lines, and you can hear it again." He reached for the microphone.
Everyone gasped and frantically gave Luo Shimiao meaningful glances.
Don't give it to him. He's already struggling with just half a sentence. If he sings a few more, it could be fatal.
Today is a wonderful day for family reunion. We hope that next year we can celebrate the festival on earth, instead of underground.
Luo Shimiao tucked the microphone behind her back and coaxed softly, "It's late, let's not sing anymore, it's not good to disturb the neighbors."
"Yes, yes," everyone chimed in.
Gu Nian said sullenly, "Okay."
"Phew!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Jingyuan pulled out the fork and cut the mooncakes again.
Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, admiring the moon, offering sacrifices to the moon, and eating mooncakes are indispensable steps for the Luo family.
It was already past ten o'clock when we finished eating the mooncakes.
The Luo family stood at the front gate.
Ye Lin said, "Come visit often."
"Okay, okay, just don't find us annoying later," Gu Ming said with a smile.
"No, we'd love for you to come! It's more fun with more people."
Su Jingwen looked at her son standing opposite her and her lips twitched. Why did it feel like he was the son of the Luo family?
After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "A-Nian, aren't you coming back with us?"
"No, it's quite close. I'll walk back in a bit." Gu Nian took a half step back.
“........”
Instead of taking a car, they insisted on walking back late at night.
Su Jingwen: "Whatever you say, let's go back now."
"Okay, be careful."
"Jingwen, let's reschedule for another day," Ye Shujun said, waving her hand.
"Okay, you should all go back and rest too, no need to see you off." Su Jingwen opened the window and poked her head out.
Luo Shimiao took the violin from her third brother's hands, played the chorus of the song "Farewell," and then said with a smile, "Bye-bye~"
Life should have a sense of ritual.
The three people in the car were amused by her actions and waved goodbye at the same time.
The car slowly drove out of the gate. After watching them leave, everyone went back to their rooms, washed up, and went to sleep.
Only Luo Shimiao, Luo Jianxing, Gu Nian, and Li Man remained in the courtyard.
Luo Shimiao and Luo Jianxing exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, looked at Gu Nian, and said in unison, "Let's sleep at your place tonight."
Gu Nian raised his right eyebrow slightly, and a smile appeared deep in his eyes as he thought of what someone had said that afternoon: "Okay."
"Why should I stay at his house?" Li Man was very puzzled.
“Because if we don’t go, there’s a high chance that two little boys will be sleeping next to me tonight, and between you and Miaomiao, there will be a little tyrant who needs to be fed milk powder in the middle of the night.” Luo Jianxing paused for a moment: “If Anian stays here, the little tyrant should be on his bed, and you can be spared a ‘torture’.”
Li Man: "Aren't you sleeping with your parents at night?"
Luo Shimiao winked at her, conveying the reason behind it.
"Oh, I see." Li Man suddenly realized.
Luo Shimiao returned the zither to her third brother: "Wait for me a moment, I'm going upstairs to change my clothes, this dress is too heavy." She picked up the fluffy skirt, revealing her stiletto heels.
Gu Nian said, "Don't rush, be careful not to fall." Seeing the girl about to run away, he quickly went forward to support her.
"It's okay, I won't fall. Although I don't wear high heels often, I'm still pretty good at it." Luo Shimiao confidently raised her right foot and stepped down.
A crisp "click!" was heard.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on her feet; she truly possessed profound skill!
Luo Jianxing squatted down, played a mournful melody, and said, "Go in peace!"
Luo Shimiao lowered her head and moved her foot away, only to see several cracks where her heel had just stepped.
"Um... which company made these tiles? They break with just a light step." Luo Shimiao said, rubbing his nose.
Li Man laughed and said, "Yes, yes, it's all because the tiles are too cheap. They cracked with just a light touch."
"The shape of the crack is quite nice," Gu Nian remarked quietly, looking at the crack.
Luo Jianxing: "........."
Li Man: "............"
Why is his focus on the cracks?
“I think so too.” Luo Shimiao’s eyes curved into a smile as she took the man’s arm and led him into the house.
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