"It's Xiaochun."

The phone screen shook, and an old man with a short and stiff mustache, a face covered with deep wrinkles, a pair of brown eyes sunken into the eye sockets, and a head of disheveled gray hair appeared.

In the video.

"Well, grandpa, it's me, Xiaochun."

"No one answered my phone calls to you in the afternoon. Hei Wa'er kept telling me that you must be in class."

Mo Jingchun nodded and said with a smile, "I'm in class."

Heiwa'er is the nickname of Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing. In recent years, it is only his grandfather who still calls him by his nickname.

When Mo Jingchun learned his uncle's nickname for the first time, he laughed for a long time and was forced to stand by his father. If his grandfather hadn't protected him, he would have almost been hung up and beaten.

If Mo Jingchun guessed correctly, my uncle must be here with a dark face at this time.

"Xiaochun, how are you and your sister doing in the capital?"

"Grandpa, my sister and I are doing well. Our teachers and classmates take good care of us."

"Oh, that's good. They are all good children. Xiaochun, you have to keep it in mind when others help. They are all noble people who helped you when you were in the most difficult time."

Mo Jingchun nodded seriously, "I know this, Grandpa."

"It's good to know."

"They all say that people in the north eat wheat. You must not be used to it there."

Mo Jingchun, who was holding Candy, changed his sister Candy into a more comfortable position and said with a smile: "No, we have everything you want to eat here, rice, steamed buns, noodles, whatever you choose."

"Tsk, big cities are just different."

Mo Jingchun saw yearning in those cloudy eyes. Mo Jingchun knew why grandpa yearned for big cities so much, because in his life, from birth to now, grandpa had never left Ontario, not even the provincial capital.

The number of times I have been there can only be counted on one hand.

Every time we sit together and warm ourselves by the stove, my grandpa always tells stories about his youth.

Every time, he talked about the same content, but no one interrupted him, no matter how old or young he was, and they all listened quietly around the stove.

My parents' generation felt the same way. When I was young, I also suffered the same hardships, but compared with my grandpa and his generation, it was a little better.

The younger generation, on the other hand, heard real stories with flesh and blood, and listened with gusto. As for how miserable the life of their elders was, they had no idea at all.

Because people of Mo Jingchun's generation, although their food and clothing when they were young may not be comparable to what they have now, they have never been hungry or frozen.

This is a very happy thing, and it is something that the ancestors fought for with their lives for the younger generations.

Grandpa also once said that he wanted to visit the big cities outside, but there was no doubt that Uncle Mo Jingchun and the others rejected him unanimously. The old man's body could not support the long journey at all.

Once something goes wrong along the way, no one can bear the responsibility, and in rural areas, fallen leaves return to their roots.

"Xiaochun, do you have enough money there? Big cities spend a lot of money. We should save what we should save, and don't keep thinking about saving what we shouldn't."

"While you and your sister are still growing, don't skimp on food."

"When you don't have enough money, just call me and tell me that I still have some money here."

Mo Jingchun quickly refused and said: "You don't need to give me money, grandpa. I still have a lot of money with me, which is enough for me to take my sister through college. When I graduate and find a job, I won't have to worry."

Even if Mo Jingchun was short of money from his grandfather, he would only borrow it and would never ask for it.

Grandpa had some money, Mo Jingchun knew it, it could be said that everyone knew it.

There is no labor force, where does the money come from? It is given by Mo Jingchun’s mother and aunt every year during the Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival.

It wasn't much each time, usually only 500 yuan, but every time it was all saved by my grandpa.

Mo Jingchun's grandfather sighed and said nothing.

That day, as a father, he personally sent his daughter up the mountain. One can imagine the heartache of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

"Xiaochun, I happened to see a pepper tree a few days ago, and I was thinking about making a teething stick for candy. Isn't it ready? I'll call you and ask you to send me the delivery address.

, I will ask Hei Wa'er to make a trip in the next two days and send it to you."

As soon as his grandfather finished speaking, Mo Jingchun heard his uncle Zhou Xing's voice coming from the video.

"Your grandpa went to someone else's mountain to cut it and didn't tell anyone. It was me who shamelessly went to apologize to them."

Mo Jingchun touched his nose and did not dare to say anything. He chopped down a small tree. In the countryside, this kind of thing can be big or small. If you tell others in advance, you will basically not say anything.

But the prerequisite is to say hello in advance. No wonder the uncle was a little annoyed.

"Why did I chop down Zhang Tieping's pepper tree? Even when Zhang Jixiang was alive, he would call me "Lord" when he saw me."

"You are awesome, you are awesome."

The grandfather who was quarreling with his uncle turned around and said to Mo Jingchun: "There is nothing else to do. You can rest your body over there. Don't tell me that you are sick and it has spread to Candy. Then there will be even one around you."

There is no one to take care of.”

"I understand, grandpa. You should also take care of your health at home. Go out and play when you have nothing to do. Don't always think about running to the mountains. There is also that poria, just let uncle watch it."

"Okay, okay, hang up."

The phone screen shook again, and the phone returned to the uncle's hand.

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll hang up. Your aunt has also cooked some food. We'll have dinner soon."

"good."

Toot~

After hanging up the WeChat video call, Mo Jingchun leaned on the sofa and calmed down for a while before sending the school's delivery address to his uncle Zhou Xing.

"Guo Guo."

"elder brother."

"Guo Guo."

"elder brother."

…

At the door of the kitchen, Candy holding a baby bottle shouted "Guo Guo" indistinctly in his mouth, while Mo Jingchun, wearing an apron, was cooking in the kitchen over a high fire.

Although there is still only one dish today, it contains meat, which is fried pork with green pepper and shredded meat that Mo Jingchun likes to eat.

After eating, washing dishes, and helping his sister Candy take a bath, this is Mo Jingchun's life day after day when he returns to the apartment building every afternoon.

At night, the little guy lying in Mo Jingchun's arms had fallen asleep without knowing it, and his little tongue was still hanging out a little. He was so cute.

Mo Jingchun's hands were tapping quickly on the keyboard of the laptop. Mo Jingchun found that he had fallen in love with the feeling of tapping the keyboard, and his sister Candy was also used to the sound of the keyboard.

, like a lullaby, letting the little one fall asleep.
Chapter completed!