Spring Summer Autumn Winter

Yang Siyuan once went to a photography exhibition in Beijing and was amazed by a picture of the moonlight on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.It was a photo with an extremely ingenious composition, simple but full of artistic conception, even after a few years, it is still deeply imprinted in his mind.

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Yang Siyuan propped his chin with his left hand, and turned the pen with his right hand, half-closed his sleepy eyes and looked outside in a daze.

The night had already covered the entire school, and a few old-style street lamps announced their presence. They were shining brightly with all their strength, but they were no match for the disc-like moon in the sky.

The moonlight is cold, but the classroom is flickering with warm yellow candlelight.

When there was a power outage, the students scolded the school and owed the electricity bill, lit up candles and squinted to do the questions.

Yang Siyuan looked down at his draft paper.

A gust of wind blows and dances around the candlelight. The dim yellow light flickers and reflects on the paper, crawling past the desolate eyes of the person in the painting.He was just too tired from doing the questions, and wanted to draw a picture to relax, but he didn't expect to draw that person unconsciously.

Closing his eyes, rubbing the center of his eyebrows, he sighed deeply.

No. [-] Middle School never had the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, but that year's Mid-Autumn Festival happened to be on a Sunday, and self-study was all day long, and day students didn't have to go to school, so Yang Siyuan regarded it as a holiday.

On Saturday night, Dong Bubu threw a few math papers and gave a half-hour lecture on the principle of "overtaking on curves", focusing on educating the day students who were on the verge of degeneration, and the key point was Yang Siyuan.

After school, Dong Bubuan called him out alone, and started the earnest mode that gave him goosebumps.

"You see, your grades have always been excellent after class division." Dong Bubu unfolded a crumpled report card, which was covered with red circles.He pointed to Yang Siyuan's column, and said in a soft voice, "If your grades are maintained, then 985 and 211 will not be a problem in the future. If you work harder, maybe Qingbei will be able to excel, right?"

Yang Siyuan listened to these words a little too much, nodded numbly: "Ah."

After being recognized, Dong Bubu's tone became excited: "Hey, you know it too! Our province's college entrance examination is under too much pressure, and your grades and potential are very rare. It's not a problem to learn anything? What about finance and economics? Right? Which one is good?"

While talking, he stared at Yang Siyuan with wide eyes, raised his eyebrows uncomfortably and squeezed his eyes, making Yang Siyuan want to turn his head away.

The little people in the small county have not yet felt the roaring financial crisis that year, and they still stubbornly look forward to the sky of high-paying industries.Dong didn't understand this, and so did Chen Limei.

If Yang Siyuan knew those advanced economics, he might be able to analyze it on the spot to stop Dong's ignorance. It's a pity that he is not a genius, but a well-behaved and sensible boy with confusion and rebellion hidden under his appearance. When these realistic rules of the game were laid out on the table, he had no reason to respond with confidence.

Because I don't like it.

Do you say so?That must have been an extremely selfish, arrogant, vulnerable and ridiculous answer.

He licked the somewhat chapped lips after Autumn, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Dong Bubu hurriedly continued: "The fine arts cost a lot of money. I have a classmate whose child is studying fine arts. Hey, Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts! Is it amazing? Now I am an art teacher, and I pay 2000 yuan a month. Cap, what can you do? When you earn money from work, you can also paint, and it’s good as a hobby, right? Don’t think about yourself, you have to think about your parents, too?”

Yang Siyuan has heard these words a lot, but every time he hears them, his blood surges.

Hobbies, hobbies, hobbies.

Why should I wrong what I love to a "hobby" status?

Why can't I just use it as my life's work?

Why should I be poor because of it?

Why can't I have my own choice?

……

There are too many whys, but he can't say them out.

If it is useless, no matter how many times you say it, you will be a childish laughing stock in the eyes of others.

He gritted his teeth secretly, then turned his head to look at Dong Bubu.

"Yeah. I'll think about it. Thank you teacher."

……

The school has become silent, leaving only the rustling poplar leaves in the wind.

He looked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock, and he wondered if Li Yu'an was off work.

The moonlight was so bright that it actually cast a shadow under his feet.Stepping on the shadow, he pushed the cart away without haste.

There was a young couple standing in front of the milk tea shop. The girl's thin body was covered by the fat school uniform, and the hands of the two were hidden in the long sleeves. Slapping the boy shyly.

Yang Siyuan rubbed his nose and stood holding the car for a while, the young couple finally left with a cup of milk tea each, as if they were still kissing each other under the moonlight.

"..." Yang Siyuan was too embarrassed.

"Why are you standing so far away?" Li Yu'an seemed unaffected, shaking the freshly sealed cup of milk tea in his hand and said to him.

Creaking, Yang Siyuan pushed the old and immortal bicycle over and put it on, scratching his head.

"How embarrassing."

With some doubts, Li Yu'an pushed the milk tea over and asked, "Embarrassed? Why?"

Since the beginning of school, Yang Siyuan came over every night to order a cup of milk tea, but later Li Yu'an didn't even ask, and just prepared it and waited for him to get it.

Sure enough, Yang Siyuan scooped up the milk tea without any hassle, poked the straw skillfully, and took a deep sip.

His bulging cheeks made Li Yuan want to poke him.

"Hey, little couple, so close."

Swallowing with a gurgling sound, the sweetness immediately came back, like the taste of a young couple kissing just now.

Li Yu'an raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and jokingly said, "Do you have an idea?"

Perhaps because they have been together for a long time, the secrets between the two have become less and less, and their true nature has gradually been exposed. The ice lump in Yang Siyuan's mind has long been filled with strange things such as explosives, warm light, mimosa, and even cola bubbles. Things, if he has any new face now, I don't seem to be surprised at all.

Joking is also a side that Li Yu'an once hid.

Yang Siyuan took another deep breath and raised his eyebrows in counterattack, but his facial features were soft, and this action looked silly on his face.

Li Yu'an watched him puff up his cheeks and raise his eyebrows, and couldn't hold back his smile.

"No way? I can't date you?" Yang Siyuan said confidently.

Li Yu'an had nothing else to do, so he searched around, grabbed the rag and started wiping the table again.

"Yes, I didn't say you couldn't," he said.

The watch on the wall passed by second after second, and Li Yu'an's movements seemed to be stuck mechanically.

"But nobody likes me."

For some unknown reason, Yang Siyuan raised his head and played with the wind chime as if he had no intention of doing so, but when he said this, his eyes glanced at Li Yu'an who was bowing his head.

He was already moving very slowly, and he didn't even notice when he stopped.

"Surely there will be."

After a while, he put away the rag and said slowly.

The wind chime rang and stopped, stopped and rang again, and the cycle seemed to break the silence.

Surely there will be.

His tone was soft, but extremely certain, as if there was some irrefutable evidence to prove it.

The air seemed to condense with the moonlight, and the atmosphere became subtle.The warm yellow light from the milk tea shop cast on Li Yu'an's face, reminding Yang Siyuan of the person in the painting under the candlelight.

At this time, the topic should end, Yang Siyuan knew clearly, but his mouth was confused: "Really? Why?"

He didn't notice it himself, his voice was trembling, as if climbing from the heartbeat, and there was a hint of eagerness.

Li Yu'an had already packed his things, changed his clothes and came out. He was about to turn off the lights and leave, but he unexpectedly encountered such a problem head-on.

His slender fingers stopped on the switch, and he froze for a moment.

Yang Siyuan's eyes followed, his throat rolled unconsciously.

With a "click", the warm yellow lights came to an end, and the cold moonlight replaced it. Li Yu'an's complexion seemed transparent under the moonlight.

"Because you're nice."

……

Yang Siyuan's family seldom celebrates festivals. When he was a child, he didn't feel that he was different from other families, but he gradually realized it when he grew up.

In his memory, he hardly ever ate mooncakes and Lantern Festival, and even the New Year’s Eve dinner was not much different from usual. If he wanted to talk about “New Year’s taste”, the Spring Festival couplets pasted randomly at the door and the often broken dumplings were enough to mention. Mention.

What's more, the relationship between their family and their grandparents is tense, and even the New Year's money is given according to the score.When he was a child, he naturally thought that all children were the same as him, getting how much they got for the test scores. As for the red envelope outside, he had never seen it before.Little Yang Siyuan didn't realize that he was different until the beginning of the winter vacation when the students were discussing the New Year's money.

Grandparents don't like it, grandma and grandpa haven't seen each other a lot, dad is busy with work, mom is not in the mood... Maybe this is the reason why there is no festive atmosphere at home.

He has been like this since he was a child, but he didn't feel too sad.Even if it is really a little lost, you can get used to it quickly.

This year, there was a small change quietly - Yang Siyuan suddenly wanted to eat mooncakes.

Uncles and aunts who buy mooncakes come and go in the supermarket, most of them are picking flavors in front of the pile of loose mooncakes.

He didn't know much about the flavors of mooncakes, so he pretended to follow up and picked one up to take a look, then put it down with a frown.

Egg yolk, fruit, bean paste, lotus seed paste...

When he was carrying a shopping basket with a dazed expression on his face, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

He was slightly startled, and when he turned around, he saw Chen Miao and Fan Li who were also carrying baskets, but their baskets were full, red and green.

"Ah, are you two coming to buy mooncakes too?" he asked.

Chen Miao nodded and said, "That's right. Hey, why did you come to buy it too? I remember you don't eat it."

Before Yang Siyuan could answer, Fan Li raised his chin and pointed to his empty basket, jokingly said, "Yo, it's been quite a harvest."

These two people know themselves too well, Yang Siyuan didn't have to hide it, spread his hands and said: "Suddenly want to eat. I don't know how to buy it."

Chen Miao giggled twice, took his empty basket, and stuffed her own into his hand, saying, "Okay, you carry it for us, and we'll pick it out for you."

Fan Li also handed over her basket very cooperatively.

"Hey, thank you Fairy Daughter!"

In the only large supermarket in the county, the shelves here are almost full of moon cakes. Yang Siyuan followed the two people to look at them for a long time, wanting to learn the different flavors of moon cakes, but was finally pushed aside by the two people in disgust, so he had no choice but to aimlessly Walking back and forth between the shelves.

There are also mooncakes on the shelf, but compared to those in bulk, they are packaged beautifully, in boxes, and even have gilded words.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen his parents give gifts in such boxes before, and thought: "Are these expensive?"

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a red box.

Among the bright colors, the decoration of this box is very simple.The bright red color shows the joy of the festival, and it is decorated with symmetrical light-colored auspicious clouds, which looks very majestic.

He leaned forward to take a closer look, and there were three large characters written in the middle of the box - "Xinghualou".

"Hey! What are you looking at?"

Chen Miao interrupted him with a cry.

Yang Siyuan turned his head and saw two people approaching. The basket in Fan Li's hand was already a veritable "rich harvest".

He passed the baskets of the two of them over, took his own, pointed to the box with one hand, and said, "Oh, I'm wandering around. Is this also a moon cake?"

Chen Miao looked over, covered her mouth and laughed, and said, "You have a good eye, this is Xinghualou. The moon cakes are so good. What are you doing, want to buy a gift box?"

This brand seems to be very famous.Yang Siyuan thought.

"Is this moon cake delicious?" He asked again.

Chen Miao was still laughing, and Fan Li rolled her eyes at him: "You're not talking nonsense, let's see how much they sell for?"

After hearing this, Yang Siyuan turned his head to look at the price, and was instantly stunned.

"My mother, isn't this too expensive? Just a box like this?" He was surprised.

"I don't want to give it away, I don't need to eat such a good food, let's go and forget about it." Fan Li tugged at him.

Send someone?

A thought suddenly flashed in Yang Siyuan's mind.

Before he could speak, Chen Miao said, "Wait!"

I saw Chen Miao took a few steps forward, and took a pink box that was bigger than "Xinghualou", with the words "Daoxiang Village" impressively written on it.

"???"

"..."

Yang Siyuan looked confused and Fan Li looked speechless, Chen Miao stuck out her tongue and said, "I'll give it away."

Who else can she send?

Yang Siyuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go." The two said pushing each other.

The thoughts that flashed through his mind just now rushed over again, pressing Yang Siyuan's nerves over and over again, as if stimulated by Chen Miao's words, they throbbed unwillingly.

Finally, Yang Siyuan broke away from Chen Miao lightly and said, "You guys go first, I have to buy something else."

"Ah? Oh, good. Goodbye then." Chen Miao looked down at the hand that had been pushed away, and replied because she didn't understand.

After the two walked away, Yang Siyuan let out a sigh of relief, patted himself on the head and cursed: "What are you doing..."

He returned to the shelf and stared at the word "Xinghualou" for a long time, and the two little people in his mind were fighting for a long time.In the end, the little man who was crying poor and saying "nasty" was defeated, and another excited little devil forced Yang Siyuan to take out his wallet.

Li Yu'an didn't have a holiday on Mid-autumn night, and Yang Siyuan blamed his boss for his blood-sucking behavior for half an hour.

During this period, Li Yu'an had been listening silently, and was amused by Yang Siyuan's angry look from time to time.

Half an hour later, the righteous classmate Yang finally got tired of scolding, and lay down on the table with a gloomy expression.

Li Yu'an was wiping the glass, glanced at him, and said lightly: "That's fine, I don't need to celebrate the festival."

Yang Siyuan was stunned suddenly when he heard the words, and turned his head slightly to look at him.

With his head down, he slowly wiped the glass safely, as if he hadn't said anything.

Suddenly, the light around him dimmed, and there were still people coming to buy milk tea during the big festival.

"Here's a cup of fragrant taro, it's room temperature." The visitor said.

Li Yu'an responded and got busy.Yang Siyuan followed him with his eyes, watching him turn around to take the cup and add ingredients, and press down on the handle of the machine neatly with his right hand, and the butterfly bone immediately outlined the shape on the light blue uniform.

"Okay." He passed his hands over, and the vertical lines on his index fingers became clear under the light.

Occasionally busy, Li Yuan turned to look at his watch and murmured, "It's time to go."

Yang Siyuan responded, stood up and leaned aside to wait for him.

Every time he came to look for him these nights, he seemed to be alone.

But all the work is so familiar and natural to him, as if he was alone a long time ago.

His words still echoed in Yang Siyuan's mind - I don't need to celebrate the festival either.

His heart contracted slightly, and he suddenly clenched his hands sadly.

When Li Yu'an came out carrying a familiar gift box, Yang Siyuan regained his composure.

"Chen Miao has been here today?" Yang Siyuan touched his nose and asked.

"Yeah. I gave you mooncakes, so you can go back tomorrow. I don't eat mooncakes." Li Yu'an handed the gift box to Yang Siyuan and nodded.

Yang Siyuan seemed to have only heard the last sentence, but he couldn't control his emotions, and suddenly said loudly: "Ah? You don't want to eat moon cakes?"

His eyes were wide open, and the muscles on his face were distorted due to excitement.

Li Yu'an was startled, and asked in confusion: "I don't eat cakes very much, I'm very tired... What's wrong?"

At this time, the two of them had already reached the place where Yang Siyuan parked his car—this man deliberately parked his car across the street as a surprise.

Yang Siyuan quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the basket.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was full like a mirror, and the embarrassment and anxiety on Yang Siyuan's face were all betrayed by the moonlight.

Li Yu'an noticed his unnatural movements, his eyes drifted to his back, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Siyuan was unmoved, and stood sullenly and foolishly.

"You stopped pushing the car?" Li Yu'an couldn't understand, and sighed.

"..." Yang Siyuan also realized this problem, turned around shyly, and muttered in his mouth: "I don't know that you don't want to eat..."

Li Yu'an couldn't hear clearly, just about to ask, but saw a red box in the exposed basket.

"..."

Suddenly, Li Yu'an's speech function was lost, and a piece of his heart suddenly sank, soft, like glutinous egg yolk stuffing.

Seeing Yang Siyuan's aggrieved and troubled look, Li Yu'an slowly reached out and touched the box.

"... Xinghualou?" Under the moonlight, he read the name with a little surprise.

Yang Siyuan held the handlebar in one hand and "Daoxiang Village" in the other, without saying a word.

He wants to give it to himself, right?

It cost a lot of money, right?

Have you hesitated for a long time?

I even put it here to surprise myself...

The jade rabbit jumped up and down on the moon, Chang'e's skirt brushed over Li Yu'an's heart, the moonlight suddenly warmed up, warming his heart and eyes.

"... I still... really want to try it."

A flying cloud covered the corner of the moon with the force of the wind, very much like the photo that Yang Siyuan had been thinking about.

Yang Siyuan didn't seem to react, and looked at him stupidly.

The two were about the same height, Li Yu'an lowered his head to avoid his gaze, opened the box under his gaze, took out a piece casually, and bit down without looking at the taste.

He really doesn't like pastries, and he is not used to Cantonese-style mooncakes. The strange taste wanders in his mouth, but he only grasps the sweetness in the middle.

"Delicious." He finished eating the whole piece seriously and nodded.

The autumn wind passed by, and the hair moved.He didn't wait for Yang Siyuan's response, so he looked up in surprise.

All of a sudden, Li Yu'an seemed to be frozen in place and remained motionless.

The night is as white as the day, there are no stars for Yang Siyuan's eyes to reflect, but the light in his eyes has never been lost.

He probably watched Li Yu'an eat it bite by bite, because that smile seemed to have existed for a long time.

He raised his brows slightly and pursed his lips, as if trying to hide his smile, but the effect was just the opposite, making the smile look more clean and pure.

"I like this kind of thing, even if I cover my mouth, it will come out of my eyes."

If it was 2016, if he also used that popular music software, if he would also read reviews...then the strange feeling that came to his mind would definitely come together into this sentence.