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Chapter 139 Loneliness Chang'e Shu Guangxiu

A person's life is very short, ideals are always out of reach!

Some people write their ideals in the free sky, some people write their ideals on the solid earth, and some people write their ideals in the hearts of the people.

The ideal is a tall horse. From then on, the prancing horse and the whip start, the sun is shining brightly on the road of life, and the spring is just right.

After a drink in the tavern, he returned to the rental house in Magnolia Garden. Lying on Simmons' bed, Xin Tong had a lot of thoughts.

The life ideals talked about impassionedly at the wine table are the truth spoken after drinking, and they must be realized!

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the night is more beautiful. When the autumn insects are on the stage and carnival in the grass, it is also the time when the autumn moon is at its brightest. With a bunch of white light.

At this moment, people who are traveling around can't help but bow their heads and start to miss their hometown!

I don’t know whose radio it was, playing in a low voice “Speaking of Heartfelt Love to the Bright Moon Alone” by He Ying, Tsing Yi, the No. [-] Yue opera opera.Diao Chan lost her parents since she was a child, and she feels sorry for herself for being too wandering.

He Ying's singing voice is noble in temperament, restrained in emotion, and has a lonely charm like being independent from the world.

During the years of hard work in a foreign land, Xin Tong knew that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep alone on such a bright moonlit night.

The next day is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full and people are reunited. On this day, people eat moon cakes, admire the bright moon, guess lantern riddles, drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and talk about Houyi's beautiful wife.

In order to live forever, Chang'e secretly ate the elixir given to Houyi by the Queen Mother of the West and became an immortal. The story of her flying to the moon is still talked about by people, so much so that when people think of this festival, Chang'e's running will pop up in their minds. month picture.

However, in the lonely Guanghan Palace without the whispers of her lover, her life was no more comfortable than in a farmyard in the world. She held a white rabbit in her hands all day long and fell into boundless regret.

Of course, when talking about this beautiful woman, in addition to fighting for the brave and invincible Hou Yi, people can't help but talk about the tidbits about her and Marshal Tianpeng, and are very curious about why she didn't obey the man who was in charge of the eighty thousand people in heaven. The real power figure of the sailor, if this is the case, she won't have to guard Guanghan Palace alone, and there will be no such thing as Zhu Bajie to learn scriptures from the west.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in 2003 was not yet a national holiday. Xin Tong and Yuan Chengxu got up early in the morning. After washing, they went downstairs.

On this day, the autumn sun rose vigorously in the sky of Huzhou, shining on the migrant workers who went to work, and also shining on the land of Jiangdong.

There is still a large area of ​​land in Jiangdong District that has not been developed, and the rivers and ditches are vertical and horizontal. On the artificially dug Chuanyang River, boats are busy shuttling back and forth. When the autumn wind blows, the rice fields on both sides of the river are rolling with rice waves, which is a scene of a bumper harvest.

The Church of Our Lady of Luther in Tang Tomb Bridge was built in the 23rd year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu. It is a white Gothic single-tower church, exuding a mysterious color. The church is not far from the Magnolia Garden, and the long bells are heard. Feel divine tranquility.

The song "May Life Be Long" written by Su Shi was played everywhere on the streets, and Faye Wong's ethereal singing voice echoed in the earthly sky.

The huge Magnolia Fragrance Garden has a cloud of tenants. During working hours, people come and go, and it is as lively as a market.

Many female elite white-collar workers, while walking, apply lipstick in front of the small round mirror, and carefully check whether they have dark circles.

The Design House where Yuan Chengxu works is on Guanglan Road, and he usually takes the bus to and from get off work.

The bus stop was already packed, and it was crowded with young people. In their spare time, several girls in miniskirts took out combs and roughly combed their disheveled hair.

With a creaking sound, the Bus came to a stop, and a smokeless war began. The female white-collar worker who usually looked noble and elegant suddenly transformed into a fierce man, and bravely squeezed towards the entrance of the Bus. .

The girls who were combing their hair bit the combs in their mouths with their white teeth, and quickly joined the charge.

This is a moment when the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road. There is no way, we have to wait forever if we don't squeeze.

The Mingyueguang packaging and testing factory is not far away, which saves him the trouble of squeezing on the bus.

He still had plenty of time to go to work, so he calmly walked to a familiar roadside stall, took out his change and bought two white flour buns. There was a bottle of Master Kong mineral water in the plastic bag he carried, and he followed the flow of people at work towards the factory. go.

He has been promoted to project manager, but his living habits have not changed at all.

In the previous life, the delicacies of mountains and seas filled the stomach, and in this life, the white flour steamed buns also filled the stomach.

Jiang Hua was riding a bicycle, carrying the beautiful little swallow. When he passed by, the jingling bell dropped a string of pleasant bells.

He would raise his head and watch their backs as they went away, and he would also be sincerely proud of their happy life.

When he walked into the office, he had finished eating the steamed buns in his hand. Allan greeted him with a smile: "Hi Tong, Today is Chinese traditional festival?"

"Yeah! My favorite Mid-Autumn Festival!" Xin Tong nodded.

I really didn't expect foreigners to know about this festival. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the saying that traditional things are international things.

"Did you eat moon cake?" Allan asked curiously.

"Sure! Do you know Chang E?" Xin Tong wanted to test how much foreigners know about this traditional festival.

"Yeah, a beautiful posture fairy in the moon!" Allan blurted out.

I really didn't expect this foreigner to know Chang'e, and knew that she was a fairy sister with a beautiful figure. It seems that the hobby of beautiful women knows no boundaries or races, and all men in the world are without exception.

"I think we need make a plan to visit Chang E by the spaceship!" Xin Tong joked.

"It's crazy!" the foreigner giggled.

I really didn't expect that Allan would be as happy as a child when it comes to making a spaceship to visit Chang'e on the moon.

Lonely Chang'e spread her sleeves, and the beauty who is proficient in long-sleeved dance is really too tempting for men!

"Hi Allan, go back to our project, today we will setup the machine with dummy wafer!" Turning on the computer, he quickly checked the Outlook email messages, but found nothing of value, Xin Tong buckled the computer and raised his head Said.

"Go ahead!" Allan nodded.

Xin Tong took out his Bird mobile phone and sent a short message to Jiang Hua: Come out and have a cigarette!

After sending the short message, he got up and left the office building.

The golden sunshine quietly shines on the smoking area. This open-air area is actually a gathering place for factory dignitaries. The working hours of ordinary employees are strictly controlled. They have time for things like going to the toilet to solve physiological needs. And frequency control, entry and exit time must be recorded, if you go out to smoke without authorization, it will be strange not to be scolded to death by the team leader in the workshop.

He took out a Huazi cigarette from his pocket, put it skillfully in his mouth, took out the lighter, and lit it with a "poof".

He took a deep breath from the cigarette and raised his head. In the sunshine, his old classmate Jiang Hua shook his lush hair and walked over. Today he was as energetic as a rooster in a red crown.

　Typhoon day, autumn rain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)