Yang Xiaoyan stood up suddenly and said, "I'll settle the score with them!"
Zhou Mo grabbed her and said, "Mom, don't go! I'm scared. Let's leave here quickly and stay away from them! I never want to see them again!"
Yang Xiaoyan suddenly remembered something. She turned over the old canvas bag thrown out by Mrs. Wang and said, "No, I still have to go back. Your grandma only threw me a few clothes, our bankbook and those important things." The ID is still in the closet."
Zhou Mo said: "No, the things are no longer in the closet. My grandma took them away and hid them -"
Yang Xiaoyan was anxious, "Then I have to go up even more!"
In this era where documents are required for everything, it is not an exaggeration to say that without those documents, it is difficult to move forward.
Zhou Mo quickly said: "Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Zhou Mo turned around, quickly took out the things, pretended to have just taken them out of her arms, handed them over to Yang Xiaoyan, and continued: "She hid the things, but I took the opportunity to get them all back."
Yang Xiaoyan took it and checked it one by one. Everything was there and nothing was missing. In fact, there was an extra stack of hundred-dollar bills.
"This money..."
Zhou Mo said: "I've counted it. One thousand and five hundred yuan should belong to my grandma or my uncle. My uncle broke my head and deliberately flicked my wound. This money should be regarded as the medical expenses they compensated me!" "
Yang Xiaoyan looked at the back of Zhou Mo's head. Half of the white gauze wrapped on it was soaked in blood.
"Let's go to the community hospital and bandage it again."
Yang Xiaoyan stuffed all the documents and the stack of cash into the canvas bag, and hurried to the community hospital with Zhou Mo.
The doctor on duty last night hadn't gotten off work yet and was handing over to other doctors. Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo came over.
"How did you do this?"
After the doctor asked, Yang Xiaoyan explained the matter quickly. The doctor took Zhou Mo to the dressing room and treated her again.
"Don't hurt yourself again, or you'll leave scars. Are you still dizzy?"
Zhou Mo was actually a little dizzy, but she wanted to persuade Yang Xiaoyan to leave for Yangjiawan today, so she immediately replied loudly: "I'm not dizzy."
The doctor smiled and said: "The little girl is very breathless. As long as she doesn't faint, she'll be fine! If she doesn't faint, go check out and go home! The stitches will be removed in five days."
The doctor raised his head again and said to Yang Xiaoyan who was standing in front of Zhou Mo: "Remember to give her the medicine prescribed when she returns home. Also pay attention to whether she has fever or wound pain or pus. If so, take her in time." come over."
Yang Xiaoyan nodded frequently.
After leaving the hospital, Yang Xiaoyan planned to find a small hotel to rest for a few days, but Zhou Mo refused and insisted that she buy a train ticket back to Yangjiawan today.
"No, your head is still injured, so you can't travel a long distance. Be obedient, and I will take you there as soon as the stitches are removed from your wound."
Besides, she had to adjust herself, at least until she didn't look so embarrassed, before she could go home to see her parents.
She cried a lot these days and didn't get much rest. Her complexion was very poor and her eyes were swollen, and she was accompanied by Zhou Mo who had a wound on her head.
What should I do if she goes home like this and scares her parents away?
Yang Xiaoyan lifted her legs and walked to a small hotel not far away.
Zhou Mo had no choice but to take advantage of being a child and started crying.
"My injury is fine. Besides, my uncle is thinking about selling me out every day. I'm worried about being taken away by him every day. How can I calm down and recuperate from my injury?"
Yang Xiaoyan had no choice but to tell Zhou Mo her thoughts: "But, I really don't dare go home to see your grandparents like this!"
Zhou Mo suggested: "Then let's take the bus south first, and then find a small hotel to rest for a few days after leaving the station."
Yang Xiaoyan softened, "But your injury..."
Zhou Mo said: "It's no problem to take the train. As for removing the sutures, is there still no hospital there?"
Zhou Mo cried and made trouble before finally convincing Yang Xiaoyan.
Outside the train station.
Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo had a high rate of turning heads while walking on the road.
Yang Xiaoyan didn't know what kind of drama the pedestrians were imagining as they looked at the two of them, but the strange looks they cast made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She stopped for a while at a stall nearby and bought a pair of sunglasses, which were not expensive at only five yuan.
It might be better to cover your swollen eyes.
Zhou Mo looked at the urn held in Yang Xiaoyan's hand, thought for a moment, pointed to a fruit shop, and said, "Mom, let's ask the boss for a cardboard box of similar size to put Dad's urn in it!"
Urns can be put on the train through security, but people are still somewhat taboo about it. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble and conflicts, it is better to cover it up.
Yang Xiaoyan nodded.
Half an hour later, Zhou Mo finally got on the southbound train as she wished.
"Woo..."
There was a long blast and the train was ready to start.
Zhou Mo looked at the slowly retreating scene outside the window and said goodbye to the past silently.
When the wheel set rubs against the rails, it makes a cheerful and melodious "bang, bang, bang" sound, as if singing a hymn to welcome new life.
Yang Xiaoyan was next to Zhou Mo, reading a book unnaturally raised the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose again and again.
"What's wrong? Are these sunglasses of poor quality and have burrs on them?" Zhou Mo asked.
"That's not true. I'm just not used to wearing them, so I always feel uncomfortable."
Forget it, if others want to see it, just watch it, if they want to make up their minds, let them make up their minds. She won't wear this broken mirror anymore!
Yang Xiaoyan simply took off her sunglasses and placed them on the table. The two women sitting next to her looked into her eyes, and sure enough they started whispering.
I don't know how long it took, but the car gradually became quiet.
Zhou Mo thought of the Interstellar Pastoral System and said to Yang Xiaoyan, "Mom, I want to go to the toilet."
Yang Xiaoyan quickly stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
"No, no, there are only three rows of seats separated. You can see me when you look up. You don't need to accompany me. Besides, you are still holding..."
In order to avoid causing the displeasure of his neighbors, Zhou Mo did not say those three words, but pointed to the cardboard box held in Yang Xiaoyan's arms. There is an urn containing Zhou Qingjun's ashes.
Yang Xiaoyan had no choice but to sit down again and warned: "Then be careful and don't touch the wound on your head, otherwise you will have to bandage it again."
Zhou Mo nodded, walked carefully to the aisle, and entered the toilet smoothly.
Yang Xiaoyan cocked her head and watched until Zhou Mo closed the toilet door.
As soon as the door was locked, Zhou Mo exhaled the system and stretched out her hand to touch the farm.
A mechanical voice sounded: "Welcome Blue Star Manager No. 9527 to the farm. The current farm level is level 0, and the land level is level 1. Please work hard, earn star coins, and upgrade the system."
The system light curtain did not disappear, but Zhou Mo's environment had changed.