Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan pouted and looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

Mr. Yang hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his big rough hand to rub Mo Yinglan's head. There was a stark contrast between the child's soft black hair and the old man's bony fingers, and Yang Jiaxiang's eyes darkened.

Mr. Yang smiled and said, "Little Zhu, you promise grandpa that until you, you must come back every year during the winter and summer vacations, and come back as soon as the school is on vacation, and go back when the last day of school is approaching."

Mr. Yang deliberately lowered his voice, his tone was serious and could not be refuted, Mo Yinglan frowned and thought carefully with his not very bright head, and then hesitantly said: "Okay, okay."

Mr. Yang smiled: "Xiaozhu, when we get to Jiawei, you remember to tell him exactly what Grandpa said, and there is something that Grandpa wants you to pass on to your father, you must remember it, and you must not forget it. "

After Mr. Yang earnestly repeated several times, and even asked Mo Yinglan to repeat it to ensure that he remembered it without any mistakes, he raised his head and sighed, and slowly said the words that seemed to be lingering in his heart. The address of the venomous snake.

Yang Jiaxiang was stunned on the spot: "Brother, he took his sister-in-law to H province, which is more than half a country away from us, one is in the north and the other is in the south. Are they really planning to come back for the rest of their lives? ?”

Mr. Yang lowered his head, and his back slumped again, as if he was much older all of a sudden: "Who knows? But H Province is developing and prosperous. I don't want the feudalism here to be backward. Maybe Jiawei is just tired of this place. In case one day he I would like to come back and see my bad old man."

Mo Yinglan tilted his head. Although he didn't know what province H was mentioned by Mr. Yang, he had never heard of it, so it must be far away from home. He said softly, "Grandpa, are you Isn't it sad that you can't see your parents?"

Mr. Yang lowered his head, his bitter eyes paused slightly, and Mo Yinglan continued: "It's okay, when I see my parents, I'll let them call grandpa back, grandpa, don't be sad, I'm wrong, I won't make you angry gone."

Mr. Yang laughed a few times suddenly, startling Mo Yinglan, "Okay, okay, good boy."

The rough hands ruthlessly rubbed the child's soft hair.

"You have to grow up safely."

The last sentence of leaving here is only six simple words, but it entrusts the simplest and simplest wish of an old man and a grandfather.

Mo Yinglan propped his head and looked out the window. The train was swaying. He just felt dizzy and wanted to sleep. His little head was moving little by little, but he still insisted on resisting the sleepiness tenaciously. Yang Jiaxiang and Yang Xiumei couldn't help it. I laughed out loud, and the melancholy of leaving home dissipated a lot.

Mo Yinglan muttered, "Second Uncle and Aunt, how long will it take for us to arrive?"

Yang Xiumei said softly: "It will take about 6 hours. Xiaozhu, you should sleep for a while. There are mountains and bridges outside. I have seen it for so long. Don't you get tired of crooked? Go to sleep and wait until it is almost here. The train station in province H is gone, my aunt is calling you."

"Hmm...Second Aunt remembers, she wants to see her parents..." Before she finished speaking, Mo Yinglan's head tilted and she fell unconscious.

Yang Jiaxiang, who was sitting on the outermost side, moved outside to give his wife and nephew a place to sleep. Accidentally, he kicked the big suitcase stuffed under the seat cushion.

There was a sudden bang, and the surrounding light-sleeping passengers were startled. Yang Jiaxiang hurriedly scratched his head: "Sorry, sorry, there are too many luggages."

This little episode could not dispel everyone's drowsiness, and soon the carriage became silent again.