Every world I die young

Yang Jiaxiang scratched the back of his head: "Why are you unhappy?"

Yang's second sister-in-law Yang Xiu who was following behind gave him a white look, "You're the only one who can say no, don't beep beep, watch the way."

Although she couldn't quite understand why Mo Yinglan was unhappy when she was about to see her parents whom she was thinking of, but this did not prevent her from protecting her son.

The feasting city, the busy traffic on the bustling avenues, the dazzling towering buildings and facilities, all these make the two northern rural people who grew up deep in the mountains and rely on the mountains to live on them dumbfounded.

Rustic clothes, poor temperament, everything is so incompatible with the surrounding extravagance, even a nervous middle-aged man like Yang Jiaxiang feels awkward.

He carefully raised his heels together, trying not to let his khaki cloth shoes touch the polished leather shoes and boots of the people around him, for fear that he would stain the noble shoes.

People were coming and going on the bus, it was very crowded, and no matter how Yang Jiaxiang tried his best to make a weak presence, there was always a small space around the three of them, making it more conspicuous.

Indistinct whispers always sounded around, Yang Xiumei's plateau red face was flushed with shame, but it was already red, plus she buried her head tightly, no one noticed.

Mo Yinglan was held in Yang Jiaxiang's arms, probably because he was afraid that he would be abducted by human traffickers in the big cities that Mr. Yang had ordered thousands of times. His jacket was covered with wrinkles.

After suffering all the way, the bus, which was more high-end and elegant than the most expensive car in their village, slowly stopped at the terminal.

Baptized by the surprised and playful eyes of the passengers in the car, the three got out of the car in a panic. If it wasn't for a child reminding them, Second Aunt Yang almost forgot her luggage.

After getting out of the car, the two of them buried their heads and walked towards the place where Father Yang was, without even looking at the surroundings. Apart from looking at the street signs, the two of them never raised their heads.

After turning into a luxuriously decorated gate, Second Uncle Yang took a deep breath. He even felt that in this humid and hot big city, breathing was oppressive. It was hard to imagine that when he was a child, his elder brother who was like a mud monkey was like a female man. My sister-in-law lives here, but she still doesn't want to go home.

Uncle Yang, who was sweating profusely, wanted to take off the last mandarin jacket on his body, and even wanted to be shirtless, but he carefully glanced around, seeing that everyone was dressed brightly, so he dared not.

In the gap between two high-rise buildings in the distance, in a dark corner, a pair of blood-red eyes silently re-hidden.

"Hey, hey, where are you from?"

The security guard's voice was a little high, and Uncle Yang somehow remembered a word he had read in Chinese textbooks when he was a child-aggressive.

"You take care of Xiao Zhu and the luggage." Second Aunt Yang stopped him, said in a low voice, then put the luggage in her hand on the ground and walked to the distance alone.

Uncle Yang's eyes were injured when he was hunting with Mr. Yang. By the way, since the development of society, in order to prevent being oppressed by being regarded as crooked demons, ghosts and snake gods, hunting is a code word for eliminating ghosts.

Although he was treated later, he still suffered from injuries. Therefore, as long as Second Uncle Yang is far away, he can see people blurry, and sometimes he can't see clearly at all.

He could only vaguely see a bloated middle-aged woman bowing from time to time, and he felt his eye sockets suddenly sore.

"If you kill you, if you kill you, you will bully people."

The childish voice moved from far to near, and Mo Yinglan turned her head to look over, and saw a boy of about ten years old with a second-year expression on his face for justice.