Candy's two small hands tightly grasped Mo Jingchun's sleeves. Mo Jingchun held Candy in his arms and comforted him for a long time before the little guy gradually recovered.
But when it was time to eat, neither one of them had an appetite. The same meal as usual, but Mo Jingchun felt it was tasteless when he ate it in his mouth.
Candy, who usually had to sit on the small bench to eat by herself, was still unwilling to leave Mo Jingchun's arms tonight.
At night, Mo Jingchun's crying made the little guy feel scared. The little guy seemed to understand what it meant to be afraid of losing.
Having no appetite, Mo Jingchun ate less than half a bowl of rice, then put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.
He was obviously hungry, but Mo Jingchun just couldn't eat.
Just then, grandpa called.
"Hello? Xiaochun, have you eaten tonight?"
Mo Jingchun looked at the half bowl of rice left in front of him and said to his grandfather on the other end of the phone:
"Grandpa, Candy and I just had dinner."
"Grandpa, are you feeling well?"
"Hey, it's still the same, I can't say it's better or worse."
"Where's Candy? Why didn't you hear Candy talking?"
Mo Jingchun patted Candy, who had his head raised, and said softly, "Guo'er, call me grandpa."
Hearing this, Guangdang shouted to the phone in a low voice: "Hello, grandpa~"
"Okay, okay~ Candy, do you miss grandpa?"
Mo Jingchun whispered in Candy's ear: "I want to."
"think."
"Grandpa also wants candy."
After chatting about home affairs for more than ten minutes, there was sudden silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Mo Jingchun and Candy's grandfather said, "I went to your house with your uncles this morning."
Hearing this, Mo Jingchun already knew why his grandfather and his two uncles went to his house.
"Although you are not at home, someone must be there today, the anniversary of your mother's death."
"A few of your uncles are quite good. They all accompanied us to the back mountain and spent money on your mother."
"At noon, your uncle insisted on keeping us at his house for dinner. Originally, your uncle and I were ready to leave. We saw that your uncle was angry, so we stayed to eat."
Mo Jingchun said quickly: "It's okay. When I come back during the New Year, I'll treat a few uncles to dinner."
"Yeah, I have to."
"You and Candy should pay more attention to your health outside. You don't have to worry at home. Your uncle will visit you at home once a month."
"Last time it rained heavily, your farm ridge was washed away by the heavy rain. Your uncle also helped you fix it."
After his grandfather said this, Mo Jingchun silently wrote it down, and when he got back, he directly said that he would pay for the work, and his uncle would definitely not want it.
However, my sister just happened to be admitted to college. No matter what college she was admitted to, whether she had a wedding banquet or not, she had to give her wedding money.
At that time, in addition to gift money, Mo Jingchun plans to give his sister Zhou Yaling a laptop.
"Okay, grandpa, I won't bother you anymore. If you talk too much, you kids will get annoyed."
"Hang up. If anything happens, just call grandpa. Although grandpa is old, he can still fight."
Mo Jingchun couldn't help but hug the candy in her arms tightly and said "hmm" in a low voice.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchun didn't touch the mobile phone on the table. Mo Jingchun didn't know what he was thinking at this time. In short, at this moment, Mo Jingchun felt that his mind was very messy.
In the evening, Mo Jingchun and Candy went to bed early.
Before going to bed, Mo Jingchun burned another stick of incense.
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A few days later, Candy has returned to his usual liveliness, but the little guy is more dependent on Mo Jingchun.
In the vegetable market, Cantang held Mo Jingchun's finger tightly and looked around. If he saw something he liked, Cantang would act coquettishly and ask Mo Jingchun to buy it.
Looking at the same variety of vegetables, Mo Jingchun didn't know what to buy.
Looking at the white-haired old woman sitting at the door of the market, Mo Jingchun slowly walked over while holding Candy.
Mo Jingchun knelt down, turned over the ugly-looking cucumber, and asked the old lady, "Grandma, how do you sell this cucumber?"
Although these cucumbers look ugly, Mo Jingchun, who grew up in the countryside, knew that these cucumbers should have been grown by the grandmother herself, not the kind of ripened cucumbers in greenhouses.
Compared with cucumbers grown in greenhouses, this kind of cucumbers naturally taste better.
"Eight cents per catty."
Looking at the open red convenience bag in the old woman's hand, Mo Jingchun squatted on the ground and picked it out.
"That's all, Grandma."
As soon as Mo Jingchun finished speaking, the old lady took out an old-fashioned steel scale from behind.
This kind of steel scale is not something that Mo Jingchun Chui has. Many young people nowadays don't know how to read it at all.
"Young man, the total is three pounds and seven taels. Can I charge you three yuan?"
Mo Jingchun didn't have any change, and the lowest denomination in his pocket was still ten yuan. Of course, Mo Jingchun only carried a total of twenty yuan in cash in his pocket.
The old lady accepted ten yuan, which was enough. She spent a long time digging out her pocket to collect seven yuan, including a dime for the national emblem that Mo Jingchun had not seen for a long time.
On the way back after buying groceries, Candy in my arms suddenly asked: "Guo Guo~ Grandma asked why you care so much about one dollar. Sure enough, a small amount of money can make a lot of money."
For a moment, Candy really confused Mo Jingchun.
Mo Jingchun naturally understood the truth, but how should he explain it to the little candy?
After thinking for a long time, Mo Jingchun missed two traffic lights and then said to Candy: "Guo'er, if you have ten strawberries, would you be willing to share them with other children?"
Candy crossed her fingers and said, "Of course, Guo'er is the cutest."
At this time, Mo Jingchun asked with a smile: "Guo'er only has one strawberry. Is Guo'er still willing to share the strawberry with other children?"
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"Of course not. There is only one fruit."
"Yeah, to that grandma, one dollar is just one strawberry."
What Mo Jingchun didn't say was that the truth was even more cruel.
For some people, a few yuan can buy two buns to satisfy their hunger. If you can't even afford one bun, you will know why one yuan is so important to them.
Just like the news we reported once, you can only eat instant noodles once a year on your birthday, but some people are saying that instant noodles are not nutritious.
When your phone's battery is 100%, do you care if it loses 1% or 2% of its battery?
When the battery of your mobile phone is at 10% and there is no place to charge it, would you not care if it loses 1% or 2% of its battery?
This is the attitude towards electricity, not to mention the money to maintain basic life?
Why do people care about a few dollars?
You have never been poor, you just don’t know it.
Mo Jingchun only knew that his parents had talked about the poor days in the past and the hardships of that era. But after Mo Jingchun was born, his parents never let Mo Jingchun lack clothes or food.
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