Every world I die young

The rickety green leather train whistled along the way, the wheels ran over the rails, creaked, and swayed slowly towards an unknown distance.

"Ah, my eyes are sore."

A little boy complained and muttered non-stop. His mother held him in her arms with one hand, and pushed the suitcase with the other hand. I'm afraid she has three heads and six arms.

Mo Yinglan followed the crowd and walked to the train station gate, but the high and steep steps stopped the excited child. Mo Yinglan hesitated for several minutes, but still didn't dare to go down.

Fortunately, he is small and does not take up space, and the others will go down after giving way a little. It's not that the adults around are all indifferent and don't want to help. Don't hold him down.

And the stewardess waiting outside kept helping the weak girl to carry the luggage down, one after another tall suitcases submerged Mo Yingli's small figure in the corner.

When Yang Jiaxiang struggled to get to the car door, he saw his eccentric little nephew huddled in the corner aggrieved, staring outside with sad little eyes.

Angrily and funny, he handed the travel bag in his hand to Yang Xiumei who was behind him, and hugged Mo Yinglan, clearly caring in his heart, but he said unforgivingly: "You deserve it, you little brat knows how to talk about your parents all day long Don’t look at your own virtue, is this a place you can run to alone, if you are abducted by human traffickers halfway, you will lose your skin!”

Mo Yinglan also knew that his second uncle had no hair on his mouth and always said whatever came to his mind. He was actually a simple man.

He curled his lips: "Second uncle, if you scold me again, be careful that I will sue you so that you can't eat and walk around."

Uncle Yang walked towards the station while talking poorly: "Yo, you little bastard, you still can't eat and walk around alone? It's terrible, besides, who are you going to sue? Your parents? Don't tease me." I'm sorry, your parents are both scholars and urbanites, so they won't make jokes like rough people like us, they have to maintain it, what kind of demeanor is that, right demeanor, temperament."

Mo Yinglan fell silent suddenly. He originally wanted to refute loudly. If he wanted to sue, he would also sue his grandfather, but after thinking about it, apart from the manuscript copy of the ancient book in the travel backpack that his grandfather insisted on giving him at the last night, Mr. Yang was actually Nothing was left for him.

Regarding his contact information, Mr. Yang didn't tell him directly, he just said that Yang's second uncle, Yang Jiaxiang, knew it, so he didn't need to worry about it like a bastard.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed to... suddenly lost all news about his grandpa, and according to their bet, he would have to wait until next year's winter vacation to go back.

Mo Yinglan counted with her fingers in her heart, there is still one, two, three, and more than three months, and this is not counting the days wasted on the way back and forth.

When will I see Grandpa next time?

This cognition made the child who had been excited all the way down all of a sudden depressed, and he stopped talking, and Yang Jiaxiang continued in a rambling manner: "By the way, I heard from your grandpa that your parents are doing it here. The business is doing very well, and it is said that they moved into a rich area last year, and in the future, we, Xiao Zhu, will be able to be neighbors and friends with a large group of rich kids, are you happy?"

Mo Yinglan said sullenly, "Oh."