July 20, 2020.

Siberia.

The fire was jumping, reflecting the figures on the mottled walls. This is an abandoned wooden villa. Unlike the buildings built with thin wooden boards in the south, the wooden villas in Siberia are all built with excellent quality logs. The thick logs blocked the howling wind and snow outside, but the house was not very warm. Because the temperature here is nearly minus forty degrees, it is a real "exit to ice".

There is a fire pit in the middle of the living room of the villa, which was originally a traditional structure used by locals to decorate. However, after Li Zhen and Rongshu broke into the door, they really started a fire in the fire pit, which brought peace of mind to the house.

It is still thirty kilometers away from Murmansk. From the map, the distance between the two is less than half a centimeter.

Rong Shu pushed open the door and walked in with a chill and ice and debris. He sat down next to the fire, put down the bag in his hand, opened it, and took out a pile of things from it.

"There is a small supermarket on the other side of the road." He said with a smile, "I'm so lucky - I guess the supermarket left just after the consignment was served, and the shelves were full."

He said as he unbuttoned the lid of a bottle of wine and took a sip. The smell of alcohol spread throughout the room. He picked and picked in his bag and found a plastic bag and threw it to Li Zhen.

Li Zhen raised his hand to catch it, turned it open and looked at it, and smiled.

It is a vacuum-packed "Yanjing Roast Duck" with "Yanjing Specialties". As far as he knows, there are quite a few things in Yanjing railway stations, but I didn't expect there are them here.

"Just two bags, each of us is one." He shook the bottle of wine in his hand, "Give me a sip?"

Li Zhen waved his hand and tore open the packaging bag.

It was frozen hard inside, and there was ice chips, like a stone. He dragged over a chair beside him and folded two stainless steel legs and threw them to Rongshu. Then he used the legs of the chair to penetrate the roast duck and put it on the flame.

Rongshu also learned from him and asked, "Where is Wang Meng?"

"Are you on the second floor with those people?" Li Zhen replied, "I heard them shouting together just now - I think they were praying or something."

Rong Shu nodded and stared at the roast duck on the flames.

The ice layer on the surface soon melted, and the water dripped into the fire. After a while, the oil dripped down, making a sound in the flames. He grabbed the bottle and took a sip, retracted the roast duck and tried to bite it, and then frowned.

It's not hot yet, but it's still hard inside.

Li Zhen reached out and the flames paused slightly, and the red flames above turned bright white in an instant, and a wave of heat surged. The two roast ducks made a slight muffled sound together, and the abdomen sealed by the ice burst open, and the tempting fragrance filled the whole room with the heat.

Rongshu gave a thumbs up: "You can."

When Rongshu ate half of the roast duck, he had already drunk half a bottle of wine, and his face turned slightly red. In fact, he had already eaten dinner, and it was eight o'clock in the evening. He felt his stomach warm, and the aroma and alcohol simmered up in his stomach, making him feel that he couldn't eat it anymore.

So he put the rest on the packaging bag and reached out to touch the big bag he brought back.

Li Zhen tear the duck leg meat in his mouth and chewed it in his mouth. I don’t know if he should stay for a while or go to bed.

At this time, he saw Rongshu standing up and walking into the kitchen on the other side of the living room. After a sound of rumbling over boxes and cabinets, he walked out with a dusty bowl.

Then Rongshu opened the door and walked out, and after more than ten seconds, he walked back with the bowl full of snow.

Li Zhen was a little confused about what this person wanted to do - they had drinking water here.

Rongshu started moving tables again - there was a sofa in the living room, surrounded by a glass coffee table. He threw all the things on the coffee table on the sofa and dragged the things to the fire.

Li Zhen couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

Rongshu smiled and shook his head without answering him immediately.

Li Zhen could see that he was a little drunk - this northerner didn't seem to have a very good alcohol tolerance, and he is now in a state of "slight drunkenness".

He had no choice but to look at it silently.

Rongshu set up the table. Then he opened the food on the ground, canned, ham, bags of meat and other things, and placed it on the table. Then he also placed the bowl full of snow, took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, lit three, and inserted it into the bowl.

At this time, Rongshu took three steps back and tilted his head to look at his achievements, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Today is August fifteenth." He whispered.

Li Zhen was stunned for a moment and looked out the window.

Unfortunately, there are thick yin clouds above the sky and the moon is gone.

He smiled and said, "I forgot this."

He paused and said, "It would be great if there were peanuts and edamame."

This is probably a custom in the north - he didn't know if the same was true in the south.

When watching the moon on August 15th, "set the bowl" and you have to burn incense. However, now you use three cigarettes instead of incense candles, and you don't know whether Chang'e on the moon smokes.

In the past, I always thought that there was Chang'e and Wu Gang on the moon - although humans have already landed on the moon, that kind of beautiful fantasy has always been in my heart. Reality and legends are different things after all. Many people believe that if they don't understand the "cosmic truth" for a day, they will not prove that those gods really don't exist.

However, at the moment... Li Zhen breathed a sigh of sadness.

Because all kinds of species have emerged - Chiyou, Huangdi, Ba, Zhulong, Yinglong, are all kinds of species. So why are Chang'e and his descendants also kinds of species?

But he immediately smiled again. In fact, he shouldn't think so. The fifteenth day of August is over, and thousands of years have passed. It is better to say that people's homesickness than to worship Chang'e and the bright moon.

Reunion night on August 15th.

Li Zhen got up silent.

Rongshu sat back to him, and then roasted half of the roast duck on the fire, squinted his eyes and looked at the table, and took a sip of wine.

The two of them were silent for a while, Rongshu asked, "Where are your family members?"

After a few seconds, Li Zhen said: "Everyone is still there."

He thought about it and removed one word: "Everything is there."

"That's good." Rongshu scratched his head, "Where is Luzon?"

"Um."

"Have you seen it after you come back?"

After a while, Li Zhen shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Give me a mouthful."

Rongshu threw another bottle of warmth over. Li Zhen unzipped the lid, sniffed it, and took a sip.

The cold wine slid across the esophagus and fell into the stomach, turning into a ball of fire. He turned the bottle and looked at the trademark on it - Yekavodka, 40 degrees.

Rongshu smiled apologetically: "If it were a foreigner, would you have to say sorry at this time?"

Li Zhen pulled the corners of her mouth: "I'm not that pretentious, two big men."

"Actually, I want to see it." He took a second sip, frowned, and squirted out the alcohol from his nostrils. "But after thinking about it, it would be better not to go."

"In the past few years, they probably think I'm gone... Now I suddenly come back, run over, three of them hugged their heads and cried for a day, and then I have to leave. Once something happens again..."

He smiled and shook his head: "It's better not to go and see it. Let's wait."

"They should know too. Didn't you tell me that you had contacted Southern Luzon?" Rongshu said muffled, "I want to go there too when I get it done. It's too cold here, and I almost forgot what it feels like to wear short sleeves."

"Well, it's too cold." Li Zhen took another sip of wine. For some reason, he didn't try to expel the alcohol from his body as soon as possible. So he felt that his body was lighter and he seemed to have something missing in his heart.

He smiled and said, "When I met you for the first time, I was shocked."

Rongshu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"I'm going to tell you, I just learned to fly that day not long ago." He recalled those memories that were almost blurry, "I went to pay back that night. Halfway through the flight, I found something was wrong with the car on the road, so I went over to see it. As a result, people suddenly jumped up on the ground-"

"Electric eel." Rongshu nodded.

"Yes, the nickname is electric eel - it pulled me away." Li Zhen shook his head, "I really didn't plan to meddle in other people's business. In fact, you jumped up and took a knife, which scared me. But it was all over... At that time, how could I think we were sitting together today and talking like this?"

Rongshu smiled and whispered: "The electric eel man is pretty good, he just likes to drink some wine. If he didn't die that day, he survived... Maybe he would be quite tempted by you."

He tilted the bottle slightly, poured some wine on the ground, and said something silently.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. The two of them turned to look—Wang Meng walked down.

He saw the table next to the fire and the things on the table, and was slightly stunned.

Rongshu raised the wine bottle to him: "Come on some?"

Wang Meng smiled and shook her head, walked to the fire and sat down, and asked, "What is this for?"

Rongshu said: "Today is August 15th."

Wang Meng frowned slightly: "Today is July 20th, right?"

Rongshu was stunned and smiled: "I'm talking about the lunar calendar, you're talking about the Gregorian calendar - you don't know about this?"

Li Zhencai once again realized that this person was not as old as he seemed. He could learn a lot in four years, but he couldn't learn everything. It seemed that Wang Meng spent most of his time in those "really useful" places and did not know much about other things.

Rongshu told Wang Meng about the "Mid-Autumn Festival". Wang Meng nodded after understanding and looked at the three cigarettes that were almost burning out on the table.

"By the way, I remember that the God you believe in does not allow polygod worship." Rongshu said.

Wang Meng didn't realize that the other party was making fun of it, so he thought about it and shook his head: "This kind of thing is different."

But he didn't say what the difference was.

The room fell silent again.

After a while, Rongshu suddenly said in a daze again: "It's good to have mooncakes."

"The five-man genitals are fine." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!