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Chapter 30 The Breath of Life

"It's Xiaochun."

The screen of the mobile phone shook for a while, and an old man with a short and hard mustache, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, a pair of tan eyes were sunken in the sockets, and an old man with unkempt gray hair appeared in the in the video.

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

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

Mo Jingchun nodded and smiled: "It's in class."

Heiwa'er is the nickname of Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing. In recent years, my grandfather is still calling my uncle's nickname.

Mo Jingchun laughed for a long time when he first learned about his uncle's nickname, and was punished by his father to stand up.

If Mo Jingchun guessed correctly, the uncle must have a dark face at this time.

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

"Grandpa, my sister and I are very good. The teachers and classmates take good care of us."

"Oh, that's good, they're all good kids, Xiaochun, you have to remember that when others help you, they're all nobles 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 eating there."

Mo Jingchun, who was holding the candy, changed his sister Candy into a more comfortable position, and said with a smile: "No, there is anything you want to eat here, rice, steamed buns, noodles, you can choose."

"Tsk, big cities are different."

Mo Jingchun saw yearning in those cloudy eyes. Mo Jingchun knew why grandpa yearned for the big city so much, because in his life, from birth to now, grandpa has never left Ontario, even the provincial capital, in this life, The number of visits is also one-handed.

Whenever we sat together and warmed around the fire, my grandfather would tell stories about his youth.

Every time he talks, he talks about the same content, but the people in the circle around the stove to keep warm, no matter how old or young, no one will interrupt him, they are all listening quietly.

My parents' generation is because I felt the same way. When I was young, I also suffered the same way, but it was better than my grandfather's generation.

The younger generation listened to the real stories of flesh and blood, and they listened with relish. As for how bitter the life of the elders was, there was no concept at all.

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

This is a very happy thing, and it is also what the ancestors fought for with their lives for the younger generation.

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

Once something goes wrong on the way, no one can take responsibility for it, and the rural areas pay attention to returning leaves to their roots.

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

"When you and your sister are still growing, don't save on food."

"The money is not enough, so call me and tell me that I still have some here."

Mo Jingchun hurriedly refused and said, "You don't need to pay me, grandpa. I still have a lot on me. It's enough for me to finish university with my sister. When I graduate and find a job, I don't have to worry about it anymore."

Grandpa's money, even if Mo Jingchun was short of money, he would only borrow it, and would never open his mouth.

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

If there is no labor, where will the money come from?It was given by Mo Jingchun's mother and aunt every year during Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are not many each time, usually only 500 yuan, but every time it is all saved by my grandfather.

Mo Jingchun's grandfather sighed and said nothing.

On that day, as a father, he personally sent his daughter up the mountain. The heartache of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man can be imagined.

"Xiaochun, I just saw a prickly ash tree a few days ago, so I thought about making a molar stick for the candy, isn't it ready, I'll call you and let you send me the delivery address. , these two days, I will let Hei Wa'er run and send it to you."

As soon as the grandfather's voice fell, Mo Jingchun heard the voice of his uncle Zhou Xing in the video.

"Your grandfather went to someone else's mountain and chopped it down, and he didn't say anything to others. It was me who had the cheek to apologize to them."

Mo Jingchun touched his nose and didn't dare to say a word. 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 won't say anything.

But the premise is to say hello in advance, no wonder the uncle is a little annoyed.

"What's wrong with Lao Tzu cutting down Zhang Tieping's pepper tree? Even when his Lao Tzu Zhang Jixiang was alive, he would call me lord when he saw me."

"You cow, you cow."

The grandfather who was bickering with his uncle turned around and said to Mo Jingchun: "There's nothing else to do, you rest over there, don't tell me if you're sick, it's also passed on to Candy, and then there will be one next to you. No one to take care of."

"Understood, Grandpa. You should also pay attention to your body at home, go out to play when you have nothing to do, don't always think about running up the mountain, and the Poria, just let Uncle watch it."

"Okay, okay, hang up."

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

"That's alright, it's nothing, I'll hang up. Your aunt's rice has also been cooked, and we'll have dinner in a while."

"it is good."

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

"Pot pot."

"elder brother."

"Pot pot."

"elder brother."

……

At the door of the kitchen, the candy holding a milk bottle shouted "pot pot" indistinctly, while Mo Jingchun, who was wearing an apron, was cooking fire in the kitchen.

Although there is still only one dish today, there is meat, which is the stir-fried pork with green peppers that Mo Jingchun likes to eat.

After eating, washing the dishes, and bathing his sister candy, this is how Mo Jingchun returns to the apartment building every afternoon.

At night, the little guy lying in Mo Jingchun's arms didn't know when he had fallen asleep, and his little tongue stuck out a little bit, which was very cute.

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

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(End of this chapter)