After listening to Yang Xiaoyan's words, Zhou Mo raised her head and smiled at her.
Then she lowered her head and thought to herself, "Yes, yes, you two are tired of throwing dog food together every day. I am sandwiched between you, and I feel like an accident."
This was the first food Zhou Mo ate after she was reborn.
Anyone who has eaten a box lunch on a train knows that it really doesn't taste delicious.
The meal Zhou Mo bought was even worse. Probably the person who cooked the rice didn't control the amount of water well. The grains of white rice were no longer visible, and they all stuck together and became lumpy.
The appearance is not good, the taste is soft, and the vegetables that are served with it are also yellow.
But Zhou Mo was too hungry and just wanted to fill her stomach as soon as possible. After eating, she actually felt a bit sweet.
No wonder the ancients said, "You don't choose what you eat when you're hungry."
Yang Xiaoyan pushed the lunch box in front of Zhou Mo, which she had only eaten for a few chopsticks, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll give you this too."
Zhou Mo was about to say "No need," but when she opened her mouth, she actually burped.
Zhou Mo smiled and said: "I'm full!"
Yang Xiaoyan ate half of it and couldn't eat anymore.
Zhou Mo cleaned up the table, threw the lunch box into the trash can on the train, and slowly walked back to her seat.
Yang Xiaoyan asked the beverage waiter for two bottles of water and handed one to Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo opened it, took a sip, and asked: "Mom, is Yangjiawan really as beautiful as my dad's painting? What kind of people are my grandparents? Will they like me?"
Yangjiawan!
When Yangjiawan was mentioned, Yang Xiaoyan's first reaction was the inconvenient transportation.
Yangjiawan is located in a stretch of rolling hills.
The straight-line distance from the county seat is only more than two thousand meters, but if you want to go to the county seat to catch a fair, you have to walk seven or eight times the distance around the five or six nearby mountain roads.
Although most of these mountain roads were opened at the foot of the mountains and were later built as cement roads, the varying altitudes still made it difficult for people walking on them.
It's either uphill or downhill. If you carry any more things, your arms and legs will tremble from exhaustion.
Even if you ride a bicycle, you can only enjoy it when going downhill, and you have to work hard to push the bike uphill.
There are a lot of tricycles near the county seat, but people who drive tricycles don't go to Yangjiawan easily. There are several slopes along the way that are too steep and may lead to accidents.
Because of the inconvenient transportation, fewer people go there, and the ecological environment there is less damaged. The scenery there is famously good.
That's why Zhou Qingjun's college classmates suggested that he go there to sketch.
Zhou Qingjun's classmate, whose surname was Liu, was from Yang Xiaoyan's county. He lived in the same dormitory with Zhou Qingjun when he was in college.
At that time, classmate Liu's wedding was approaching and he invited his friends to attend the wedding.
Zhou Qingjun went there early, and classmate Liu was very busy as the groom-to-be and had no time to have fun with him, so when he asked to find a place to sketch, classmate Liu recommended Yangjiawan.
Yang Xiaoyan has lived there since she was a child. She never thinks that the pictures that catch her eyes when she opens her eyes every day are scenery. She yearns for big cities with convenient life.
I heard that there are buses everywhere, and you only need to invest two yuan to travel from one end of the city to the other.
It was the early morning of the day when she ran with Zhou Qingjun. After she and Zhou Qingjun sat on the tricycle for more than ten minutes, when she looked up at Yangjiawan, she was shocked to realize the beauty of Yangjiawan.
The way Yangjiawan hides in the misty clouds and smoke, suddenly far away and sometimes close, is Yang Xiaoyan's best memory of it.
Now she has to run towards it again...
As for her parents...
"They will like you." Yang Xiaoyan said to Zhou Mo gently.
They will definitely like Xiaomo as their granddaughter. As for whether they will forgive her for being an unfilial daughter, Yang Xiaoyan really doesn't know.
With her father Yang Laojiu's temper, he probably wouldn't forgive her.
Originally, she was really too shameless to go back, but Xiaomo was right. Her father and her mother only had one child like her. The old couple were now older and needed someone to take care of them, so she went back shamelessly.
Ten years ago, she abandoned her parents for her lover. Let her atone for her sins in the rest of her life.
The train stopped at a station for a while. One group of passengers got off and another group got on, but the carriage was still full.
Zhou Mo was immersed in the world described by Yang Xiaoyan, and yearned for Yangjiawan where he could see flowers in spring, catch cicadas in summer, pick wild fruits in autumn, and bake sweet potatoes in winter.
She wished that the little girl her mother spoke of chasing and playing with her companions all over the mountains and plains was her.
It turns out that childhood can be so colorful!
I feel like I've had a fake childhood.
The train stopped and walked, and finally arrived at Changshan Station, where Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo got off.
It was already past ten o'clock at night.
Not many people got off the bus with them, and the exit looked particularly deserted.
Yang Xiaoyan was carrying her bag, holding the cardboard box in one hand, and holding Zhou Mo tightly with the other hand, following the instructions on the platform and out of the station, to the street outside the station.
There were people coming and going on the street.
There is a travel agency not far away.
Yang Xiaoyan led Zhou Mo in, registered her identity information at the front desk, paid a hundred yuan for the room, and paid another two hundred yuan as a deposit, and then got a room card. Big room key and two breakfast coupons.
"Room 205 on the second floor. Go up the stairs and turn left. It's the third room on the right."
Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo went upstairs and entered the room smoothly.
The room was not big, and there was an indescribable strange smell.
Although the smell was relatively mild, Zhou Mo decided to open the doors and windows to ventilate it first.
Yang Xiaoyan used the electric kettle in the room to boil a pot of water, scalded all the matching water cups, then poured several more cups of boiling water and set them aside to dry.
Seeing Zhou Mo still standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaoyan urged: "Stop standing there blowing the wind. Go to the bathroom and wash your face. Go to bed early."
"good."
Yang Xiaoyan wanted to give Zhou Mo a bath, but Zhou Mo was a big girl mentally after all. She would be embarrassed even if she didn't close the door while taking a bath. She was really not used to it, so she quickly refused.
"But you have an injury on your head, so you can't touch the water."
"I know, I will be careful and make sure I don't get hurt. Mom, do you have extra pajamas? Give me one."
When Zhou Mo left home, he didn't bring any clothes except this one.
Yang Xiaoyan rummaged through her bag, found a long-sleeved T-shirt, handed it to Zhou Mo, and said, "This can barely be used as pajamas. Just be careful when wearing it."
Zhou Mo looked at it and said, "Don't worry, this collar is too big for me and it won't cover the wound on my head."
Zhou Mo closed the door, and a moment later, the sound of water sounded in the bathroom.
After taking a shower and putting on Yang Xiaoyan's clothes, Zhou Mo looked at himself in the mirror.
Although there is no hair on her face, he still looks like Monkey Sun who just went down the mountain and stole other people's clothes use