Although the new home feels a bit unfamiliar, having parents around makes the heart feel peaceful.
Resting on the soft bed, Tang Song stretched comfortably.
While flipping through idle books bought in high school, he chatted with his buddies.
10 PM.
Turning off the lights, Tang Song was about to put away his phone when a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
Today is Friday, and it's also the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After hesitating for a moment, he opened QQ and switched to a smaller account.
Soon, an unread message popped up.
It was received two hours ago, very fresh.
It was still a picture share, but this time it was written with brush calligraphy on rice paper and then photographed.
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Tang Song:
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in Yang City is currently hanging in my rental room's window frame, like an old silver coin.
Orange is especially quiet today, curled up on the coarse cloth cushion I recently bought (a supermarket discount item, but very soft).
