"Second Brother." Zhi sat on the ground, twisting bamboo strips haphazardly in his hands, "Where has Big Brother gone, why isn't he coming over?"
Xing was painting rabbits and roosters on pure white Xuan paper and then dyed the colors with paint. Qingyuan and Qingshan used clips to hang them in the room to dry. The four of them were busy and enjoying themselves. Putting down the brush, Xing replied, "Fifth Aunt is unwell, so he has to stay home to take care of her."
"Oh." Zhi barely nodded, not having much impression of Fifth Madam, and said helplessly, "Third Brother isn't here, and neither is Big Brother, so we've made so many lanterns, and no one will play with them." He sighed, theatrically.
Xing, wearing a plain white robe as they were still in mourning, squatted beside Zhi to help him, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Big Brother and Fifth Uncle will come tonight." After a pause, he added, "Tonight, when we put the lanterns in the lake, Third Brother will surely see them."
