Chapter 30 The Breath of Life
“It’s Xiaochun.”
The phone screen shook for a while, and a man with a short and stiff mustache and his face was covered with deep An old man with wrinkles, a pair of brown eyes sunk deeply into his 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 smiled: "It's in class."
Hei Wa'er is the nickname of Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing. In recent years, his grandfather is still calling him "big brother" Uncle's nickname.
The first time Mo Jingchun learned his uncle’s nickname, 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 beaten.
If Mo Jingchun guessed correctly, his uncle must be here with a dark face at this time.
"Xiaochun, are you and your sister doing well in the capital?"
"Grandpa, my sister and I are doing very well. The teachers and classmates take good care of us."
"Oh, that's good. They are all good children. Xiaochun, if others help, you will feel happy." Remember, they are all noble people who helped you when you were in the most difficult times. "
Mo Jingchun nodded seriously, "I know this, Grandpa."
"It's good to know."
"They all say it's the same in the north. You must not be used to eating wheat 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 around the stove to keep warm, grandpa always tells stories about his youth.
Every time, he talks about the same content, but no one interrupts the circle of people around the stove to keep warm, no matter how old or young they are, they are all quiet. Listen.
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.
As for the younger generation, they heard the 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, although the food and clothing of Mo Jingchun's generation 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 once said that he wanted to see 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."
"There's not enough money. , just called me and told me that I still have some."
Mo Jingchun quickly refused and said: "You don't need to pay, grandpa, I still have a lot of it, I can take it with me. My sister has finished college together, so she 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.
Grandpa has some money, Mo Jingchun knows it, it can be said that everyone knows it.
With no labor force, where will the money come from? They are 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 know. Send me the delivery address, and I’ll ask Hei Wa’er to make a trip to send it to you in the next two days.”
As soon as my grandfather finished speaking, Mo Jingchun heard his uncle coming from the video. Zhou Xing's voice.
"Your grandpa went to someone else's mountain to chop it, and he didn't tell anyone. It was me who shamelessly went to apologize to them."
Mo Jingchun touched his nose and didn't dare. Say something and cut 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 are awesome, you are awesome. Cow."
The grandfather who was quarreling with his uncle turned around and said to Mo Jingchun: "There is nothing else to do, you are here. Rest your body there, don't tell me if you are sick, and it spreads to Candy, and there will be no one around to take care of you."
"I understand, Grandpa, you should take care of yourself at home. It's okay. Go out and play, don’t keep thinking about running up the mountain, and let uncle watch the Poria cocos.”
"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, and we'll have dinner soon."
"Okay."
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.
"Guo Guo."
"Brother."
"Guo Guo."
"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 the stir-fried pork with green pepper | 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 when, and his little tongue was sticking out a little. He 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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