The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival is full.
Near the northwest border.
Qin Bohong and his group huddle at the entrance of the woodshed, holding their knees and looking up at the sky lanterns.
"It's the autumn festival."
During the Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year in Da Feng, people are used to setting off sky lanterns to pray and make wishes, expressing their melancholic thoughts.
They reached the station and saw the travelers there, only then remembering that it was Mid-Autumn Festival. After settling down, they exchanged what little silver they had left for a few meat buns to celebrate the festival.
"Father, I miss mother." Qin Mingyan leaned into Qin Bohong's embrace, father and son warming each other.
Qin Bohong hugged him, saying, "Father knows, you've suffered."
He touched the child's arm under his cotton clothes, thin and frail, and observing his dirt-covered face, his heart couldn't help but feel pity.
