Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

"Are you two really not going back?" Jiang Yuebai asked again, looking at Su Ying'er and Xia Ziyuan at the door.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I thought the two were just joking, but it turned out to be true.

"Of course, didn't you see that we even bought vegetables!" Su Ying'er said, holding up the vegetables in her hand.

Early in the morning, Su Ying'er took Xia Ziyuan to the vegetable market to buy a lot of vegetables.

This was the first time Jiang Yuebai saw someone bringing their own vegetables for a meal, so he poured a glass of water for the two of them. At this time, the doorbell rang again.

He opened the door and saw that it was Wen Xilan.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Yuebai was a little surprised.

"I came to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you." Wen Xilan smiled and responded with fruit in her hand.

"What about your home?"

"It's okay, I'll go back in the evening, and I'll stay at your place for lunch." Putting the fruit on the table, Wen Xilan sat on the sofa and chatted with Su Ying'er and the others.

Jiang Yuebai smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to close the door, he found that his foot was stuck.

Who is it this time?

"Xiaobai, please close the door and watch out. There are people outside." A hand opened the door.

Long Zhan and Wang Shiqing were outside the door.

There was a white foam box under their feet, and it was impossible to tell what it was from the outside.

"You all agreed on it, right?" Jiang Yuebai looked at the two of them, and then glanced at the people in the living room.

"Hey, we also brought seafood. Let's make a seafood platter for lunch today."

Long Zhan said as he moved the foam box into the house and greeted the others in the living room.

Jiang Yuebai closed the door after confirming that there were no other people.

Now it's good, there are vegetables, seafood, and fruits.

You don't have to go to the vegetable market to buy them yourself.

It's just that the task is a bit heavy this afternoon.

Although it was still early, Jiang Yuebai knew that it would take a lot of time to process these ingredients.

Jiang Yuebai started to prepare, and fortunately Long Zhan also came to help with the seafood.

Who knew that not long after, the doorbell rang again.

Jiang Yuebai knew who it was this time without having to guess.

"Qianyun!" Jiang Yuebai called out the name of the person before the door was completely opened.

"You can guess this too." Song Qianyun was a little disappointed. She had wanted to give Jiang Yuebai a surprise.

"Here, take a look for yourself." Jiang Yuebai turned sideways.

"Hi, Yunyun." The people sitting on the sofa waved at Song Qianyun.

"So you got here before me." Song Qianyun handed the two bottles of red wine in her hand to Jiang Yuebai.

This was what Song Qianyun asked her father for at home. It had been in the wine cabinet for a long time.

At first, her father disagreed, but in the end, it was her mother's nod that allowed her to bring out the two bottles of red wine.

Looking at these friends, Jiang Yuebai didn't know what to say.

In the future, this kind of situation will happen more often, so that she doesn't have to run around to buy vegetables.

With the help of Long Zhan, lunch preparation was also much faster.

After two hours of hard work, Master Jiang looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table with satisfaction.

"Let's eat." Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, everyone's appetite was aroused.

"I wish you all academic success."

"I hope our band will get better and better."

"May everything go smoothly in the future."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Cheers!"

...

"Then Xiaobai, we will go back first."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye."

In the afternoon, Jiang Yuebai's apartment was full of laughter and joy. Everyone sat together and played poker for several hours until four o'clock in the afternoon, and then left reluctantly.

They all came to accompany Jiang Yuebai to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, but they could only come during the day and needed to go back to reunite with their families at night.

After a while, only Jiang Yuebai, Su Ying'er and Xia Ziyuan were left.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Whatever, I plan to save my stomach for mooncakes." Su Ying'er pinched her stomach.

"Okay."

He heated up the remaining dishes from lunch, and the three of them ate some casually.

After the meal, Jiang Yuebai called Uncle Chen and others again, sent them Mid-Autumn Festival blessings, and said "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival".

While it was still early, Jiang Yuebai steamed some edamame and peanuts.

A folding table was placed on the balcony, and the three of them sat together, tasting snacks while admiring the bright full moon in the night sky, with soft music in their ears, enjoying this warm and quiet Mid-Autumn night.

...

"Boss, the same as always." Xu Zaichuan walked into the store and sat down on the stool in front of the boss Wu Qingfeng skillfully.

There was no one else in the store at this time, but beautiful music was playing.

During the rare National Day holiday, he had to stay in the company to work overtime.

After working for half a month in a row, Xu Zaichuan was exhausted physically and mentally, and the holiday relaxation originally planned was a bubbleShadow.

However, thinking that he could rest for the next few days, he felt a little relieved, even though his interest in traveling had disappeared.

"Hey!"

Looking at Xu Zaichuan in a suit, the shop owner Wu Qingfeng had guessed what was going on.

The man in front of him worked in the building opposite, and he would work overtime until very late every day. After work, he would come to his own point to order a bowl of fried rice.

He didn't order anything else, and he was reluctant to add other dishes.

This seemed to have become his daily routine.

Sometimes, Wu Qingfeng would even delay closing time on purpose, just to wait for him to come and fry a bowl of rice for him.

If Xu Zaichuan couldn't come for something, he would also inform him in advance.

Half a year of getting along allowed them to establish a tacit understanding, and the relationship between customers and bosses gradually changed to friends, and both teachers and friends.

Wu Qingfeng looked at Xu Zaichuan's face that couldn't hide his fatigue, and a feeling of heartache surged in his heart.

He thought to himself that if his son was still alive, he should be the same age as him.

Young people today are under too much pressure, whether it is life or work, or even the burden of marriage and buying a house.

Wu Qingfeng skillfully fried a bowl of rice for Xu Zaichuan, and added some meat to it.

Xu Zaichuan took the fried rice and gobbled it up.

At this time, as the music in the restaurant changed, a soft and emotional melody sounded, adding a bit of warmth to this simple and warm scene.

"When will the bright moon be there?

Ask the blue sky with wine

I don't know the palace in the sky

What year is it tonight?

I want to ride the wind back

I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold

Dance with the shadows

How is it like being in the world"

Xu Zaichuan stopped the chopsticks in his hand involuntarily, and the rice slid gently from the chopsticks with the singing.

"When will the bright moon be there?" It starts with a question, which is both a praise for the moon and a sigh for the passage of time.

Hearing this song, Xu Zaichuan felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

It was like a memory engraved in his bones, reminding him of the scene when he was a child sitting in the yard with his parents to enjoy the moon.

At that time, his parents would tell him ancient stories, use a palm-leaf fan to send him a cool breeze, and accompany him to sleep.

He lay on a bamboo chair, blowing the summer breeze, eating moon cakes, and his parents who loved him the most were by his side.

Everything seemed to be close at hand, but out of reach.

In his childhood, he was always eager to grow up, but after becoming an adult, he began to yearn to return to that innocent era.

At this moment, Xu Zaichuan's heart was filled with complex emotions. Music was like a key that opened the gate of his emotions, allowing him to find a trace of tranquility and comfort in the gaps of this busy life.

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("May We Live Long" Original Singer: Teresa Teng; Lyricist: Su Shi; Composer: Liang Hongzhi; Arranger: Xiao Weichen, the version sung by Faye Wong is used here.)