September 17, 2081, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, Wednesday, Mid-Autumn Festival.
Cloudy turning clear.
Outdoor 19℃.
Chun Ya New Kindergarten was closed for the day.
Simon took his younger brother out. Before they left, his mother, Sun Hui, had already prepared gifts: mooncakes and shopping cards for the teachers.
When Simon woke up this morning, he received one video message and two text messages from his three friends, naturally wishing him a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Simon took out some of his handmade crafts: a resin pendant, a clay figurine, and a Luban lock.
The resin pendant was made into a small square Card. He broke off a half-inch wide piece of purple sandalwood, trimmed the wood to resemble a mountain, used white pigment to create a snow-capped peak, and after it solidified, placed it in a mold and poured resin to encase the mountain. After it solidified, he poured a second layer of resin, inserted an inverted tree, embellished it with golden glitter, poured a third layer of resin, stirred in white pigment to blend the clouds, and then poured a fourth layer of resin, creating a gradient blue.
Thus, a beautiful resin handicraft was completed.
This one was for Su Xiangli.
The clay figurine was a male Bear Deer. This beautiful animal had long been extinct due to human slaughter, but fortunately, there were many specimens and pictures remaining, so Simon didn't have to guess its shape.
This one was for Qiu Qiongzh.
The Luban lock was one of the first things Simon made. Since it had no technical difficulty, he could simply design a 3D model on the computer and produce it directly with a 3D printer. Simon found it lacking in technical skill, so he personally sawed one out of wood. Of course, saws were not allowed for children, so Simon secretly sawed it, and it was fortunate that his younger brother's toolbox was not difficult to find.
This one would be given to Zhang Yingxuan; he would surely love a puzzle toy.
Simon's schedule for today was to run errands, a day of running around, which should make him happy... but it didn't.
First, he went to give a gift to the Class Teacher. She lived the closest. When Simon arrived, there were other parents, who praised him a few times when they saw him. When adults talk together, there's no place for children, so Simon quickly left after dropping off the gift.
The second stop was Chinese Language Teacher Wang. Teacher Wang's full name was Wang Shuonian, a very peculiar naming style with a retro feel, and he was indeed an old-fashioned young man. He repeatedly declined to accept the gift. He also invited Simon to sit for a while in his youth apartment. It was clear that Comrade Wang Shuonian was very fond of Simon, his intelligent student.
Half-coaxed, Simon sat down in Teacher Wang's living room and, without realizing it, drank three glasses of milk and ate a bag of cashews.
Wang Shuonian frowned inwardly, thinking this kid was really unreserved.
It was clear that Wang Shuonian was a very reclusive person. Simon sat for nearly an hour, and aside from one parent who visited with a gift, Wang Shuonian didn't receive a single message. His phone lay on the coffee table, as quiet as a brick.
Teacher Wang talked to Simon about studies and literature. He was quite chatty, and the normally quiet man showed a talkative side to his favorite student.
Simon tilted his head. He was a bit full and planned to go to the next house, but Comrade Wang Shuonian hadn't fully exerted himself and seemed ready to chat until the end of time.
"Teacher Wang."
"Hmm?"
"You like Teacher Zhou, don't you?"
"Hmph!" He jumped, startled, from his comfortable matcha-colored single sofa, then immediately sat down again, his expression half-frightened, half-shy. He then frantically tried to stand up again, his fidgeting a comical sight. A layer of sweat quickly beaded on his forehead, dampening his neat fringe. He shook his head slightly, the reflections from his glasses like tiny fireflies flitting left and right in Simon's vision. "Who told you that? Ah, children shouldn't talk nonsense!"
Simon raised both hands, as if swearing, "We all know!" His younger brother, who had been silently standing by, also gave a thumbs up.
No!!!
Wang Shuonian instantly felt as if all his strength had been drained, yet at the same time, as if he had become immensely powerful. In any case, he froze, suspended in mid-air, half-sitting and half-standing, like a postmodern sculpture. His face was even more impressionistic, a flush of red rising on his pale skin, like the reflection of the morning sun on a shimmering lake.
Simon held up his phone and took a snapshot. Wang Shuonian snapped back to reality instantly, "No, no, no, no, oh dear, why are you taking pictures, child!"
"I'll send it to Teacher Zhou."
"No, NO!"
Simon chuckled, flipping his phone over; it was a black screen. "I didn't take your picture."
"Phew, you scared me."
"It seems you really do like Teacher Zhou."
Wang Shuonian didn't say anything, slumping his head back into the sofa. Only then did Simon realize that the person in front of him was just a delicate-looking young man.
"Have you never been in love before?"
Wang Shuonian was furious, "Go, go, go, what do children know? Don't talk about such nonsense anymore."
Simon coughed, "Then I'm leaving."
"Go, go, go."
"Then I'm really leaving."
Wang Shuonian glared at Simon.
"But I'm going to Teacher Zhou's house right now."
Wang Shuonian's expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changer, "Really?"
"Uh-huh. Is there anything you need me to take for you?"
"No... No, there is." Wang Shuonian threw out a "wait a moment" and then darted into the bedroom.
While waiting, Simon didn't sit idle. First, of course, he shared this interesting story with his friends.
9:41 Group message "Simon: I told Teacher Wang that we know he likes Teacher Zhou, and he was terrified."
9:41 Reply "Su Xiangli: Hahahahaha! ψ (｀?´) ψ"
9:42 Reply "Zhang Yingxuan: Interesting;P"
9:42 Reply "Qiu Qiongzh: Cool! [Karius Miller laughing.jpg]"
Wang Shuonian came out, clutching a plain white envelope with a light blue orchid wax seal on the flap.
Simon was shocked, "Is this the legendary love letter?!"
"No, no, no, it's not!" Teacher Wang was flustered. "Don't talk nonsense, it's just Mid-Autumn Festival greetings or something. You have to give it to her personally."
Simon saluted, "Mission accomplished!"
In a flash, they arrived at Zhou Pingchu's house. The Math Teacher was chatting with a few of her girlfriends. Seeing the handsome and adorable Simon, the older sisters cheered for a while.
Simon secretly called Teacher Zhou over.
"What's wrong, little radish head?"
"I'm not a little radish head; at most, I'm a little bowl cut. Oh, here's a letter for you." Simon pulled the envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket. He had been careful with it the whole way, so there wasn't a single wrinkle on the paper.
"Oh, a little messenger, eh? Who gave it to me?"
"It's a secret."
...
Wang Shuonian stood by the window. As night fell, the bright moon hung alone in the sky, and fireworks were displayed on the high-rise building facades of the city, magnificent in their display. From a distance, it looked as if the Guanghan Palace had fallen to earth, scattering its clear light across the human world.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
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