The poem is so beautiful. The ancients often used the Mid-Autumn Festival to express emotions. Just "when will the bright moon come?" makes people hear that this is a story of missing their relatives. Although they are reunited at this moment and cannot be treated as a result, they still feel the same.

Everyone did not make any sound, and listened silently to the song flowing:

"People have joys and sorrows,

The moon has phases,

This is a matter of no end.

I hope people will last forever

To share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles..."

Who has never missed his relatives? Gu Yuan is missing his family now. The disobedient boy didn't know where he was in eastern Guangdong and just didn't go home.

He is the real empathy.

He has also suffered from these two children who are unwilling to go home. This year is pretty good. At least Gu Qinghan knows that going home will get closer and closer, but his longing will get heavier.

He had seen lyrics, but some things were different from those that were heard and seen. Gu Qinghan's singing was so contagious that even he was infected.

"Sing very well." Gu Yuan turned his head and said to Gu Qinghan.

It really sang very well.

She is no longer the same good song waste machine as before. The impression of netizens about Gu Qinghan, because Lu Yang's addition, gradually became a stable good song manufacturing machine.

Even without marketing and quality assurance will make many people choose to listen to songs actively.

In the office building.

It was clearly Mid-Autumn Festival, and the hard-working overtime dogs were still enjoying blessings.

Party A was not satisfied, the needs changed, the project was critical, time was tight, the task was heavy, and the superiors asked people to work overtime to show their importance, and a group of people sat in front of the computer until they were in a state of slump.

It's just that the phone is a little excited.

My parents, who were far away from home, called and asked if there were any mooncakes to eat. He could only smile. Of course, there were mooncakes, but this thing that should be enjoyed in his spare time became dry food for overtime.

My wife also called and cursed through her cell phone, "You work overtime when your child is sick, and you are rushing to work during the parent-teacher meeting. Now it's Mid-Autumn Festival, you still have to work overtime. You can live with your boss."

"I......"

He wanted to say but stopped. He wanted to say that if this project was successful, the tuition for the child's interest class was settled, and a few more products could be added to your makeup table. Then he would have to pay for the down payment for the house. There was no need to rent a house anymore. We also had a home in big cities.

But I can’t say these words. I don’t even go back to my home in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I should really scold me.

"What are you?" The wife's tone remained unabated: "When is the time to go home tonight? Let me tell me before going home, so I can help you with hot meals."

"It's probably two or three o'clock when I get home." He looked at the time on the computer, "Why don't you go to bed first."

"While going, helping you warm up the dishes, don't you like it?" said the wife, "You work overtime, I'm too lazy to talk to you."

What a woman with a stingy mouth and a heart-warming heart, he felt warm and said embarrassedly: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

“Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”

The phone hung up, he put on his computer headphones, and the random song suddenly turned into "When will the bright moon come?", and the song stayed at that line:

"The moon has phases and waxing, and it is difficult to be complete at this time."

He stared at the lyrics in a daze. When the song was about to jump to the next song, he pulled back the progress bar and thought about listening again.

It was not thousands of miles apart, nor did it have not been seen for many years. It was just that he still felt the separation at this moment when the family was reunited.

The second music ball, "When will the bright moon come?", also has more feelings in the comment section:

"Sometimes the separation is a forced one, and sometimes the separation is for better reunion. There will be bread, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky will also be there."

"We will be reunited in the end."

...

Gu family.

The singing intoxicated everyone. After listening to it over and over again, Gu Yuan planned to do something happy to cleanse up his boredom.

——He wants to eat mooncakes.

But when he walked to the bottom of the building and wanted to get mooncakes, his roar came from the entire villa: "Where is my mooncake?"

It's really a complete deity.

Gu Yuan is kind to Gu Qinghan and is famous for the entire Gu family. Now that his daughter is making him some mooncakes. When she was about to eat them, she suddenly put on her wings and flew away. How could he not be angry?

"Ah, are there any mooncakes?" Gu Qinghan pretended to be innocent, "If there is no, there will be no more. We can eat Lu Yang's. I'm learning to cook recently and I'll cook a table of dishes for you another day."

Some people started to help find mooncakes, and some began to brag about Gu Qinghan's potential to become a good wife and mother. She nodded to the bottom of the building, meaning that she did a good job.

But the next moment.

Gu Yuan's voice came again, without the dismay of the past, "I found it, there is still a box, just one for each person!"

Gu Qinghan: "?"
Chapter completed!