"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 sunk deep in 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, "It's class."
Heiwa'er is the nickname of Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing. In the past few years, it was only his grandfather who still called 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, his 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 the 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.
Whenever we sit together and warm ourselves by the fire, my grandpa always tells stories about his youth.
Every time, he talked about the same content again and again, but no one in the circle of people around the stove, young or old, would interrupt him and listened quietly.
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 days their elders once lived, they had no idea at all.
Because people of Mo Jingchun's generation, although the food and clothing they had 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 in unison. The old man's body could not support the long journey at all.
Once something goes wrong on the way, no one can bear the responsibility, and in the countryside, 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."
"If 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. It's enough for me to take my sister through college together. I won't have to worry about finding a job after graduation."
Even if Mo Jingchun was short of money, he would only borrow his grandfather's money and would never ask for it.
Mo Jingchun knew that grandpa had some money. It could be said that everyone knew it.
Without the labor force, where will the money come from? They were 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. You 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 let you send me the delivery address. , I’ll 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 chop it down without telling anyone else. 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 is a little annoyed.
"What's wrong with me cutting down Zhang Tieping's pepper tree? Even when his father Zhang Jixiang was alive, he would call me "Lord" when he saw me."
"You're awesome, you're awesome."
The grandfather who was quarreling with his uncle turned around and said to Mo Jingchun: "There is nothing else to do. You rest your body over there. Don't tell me that you are sick and it has spread to Candy. When the time comes, there will be even one around you." There’s no one to take care of.”
"I understand, grandpa. You should also pay attention to your health at home. Go out and have fun if you have nothing to do. Don't always think about running to the mountains. There is also that poria, just let uncle watch."
"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 is also cooking. We'll have dinner soon."
"good."
Toot~
After hanging up the WeChat video call, Mo Jingchun leaned on the sofa to calm down for a while before sending the school's delivery address to his uncle Zhou Xing.
"Pot pot."
"elder brother."
"Pot pot."
"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. It is fried pork with green pepper and shredded meat that Mo Jingchun likes to eat.
After eating, washing dishes, and helping bathe his sister Candy, 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. His little tongue was still sticking out a little, which was so cute.
Mo Jingchun's hands were tapping quickly on the laptop keyboard. 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.
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