Zhou Mo listened to Yang Xiaoyan's words, raised his head and smiled at her.

Then he lowered his head, thinking in his heart, "Yes, yes, yes, you two are tired of sprinkling dog food together every day, and I am caught between you, and I feel like an accident", while gobbling up the box lunch.

This is the first food that Zhou Mo eats when he is reborn.

Anyone who has ever eaten a boxed lunch on the train knows that it really doesn't taste delicious.

The meal that Zhou Mo bought was even worse. Probably because the person who cooked the rice did not control the amount of water well, and the white rice could no longer see the grains, and it was all stuck together and stuck into a lump.

The appearance is not good, the taste is also soft, and the greens are still yellow.

But Zhou Mo was so hungry that he just wanted to fill his stomach as soon as possible, and after eating, he felt a little sweet.

No wonder the ancients would say, "hunger does not choose food".

Yang Xiaoyan pushed the lunch box that she had only eaten a few chopsticks in front of Zhou Mo and said, "Are you hungry?" I'll give you this too. ”

Zhou Mogang wanted to say "no need", but when she opened her mouth, she actually hiccuped.

Zhou Mo smiled and said, "It's full!" ”

Yang Xiaoyan couldn't eat half of it anymore.

Zhou Mo cleaned up the tabletop, threw the lunch box into the trash can on the train, and slowly walked back to his seat.

Yang Xiaoyan asked the waiter who sold the drink for two bottles of water and handed Zhou Mo a bottle.

Zhou Mo opened it and took a sip and asked, "Mom, is Yangjiawan really as beautiful as in my father's paintings?" What kind of person were my grandparents? Will they like me or not? ”

Yangjiawan!

When it comes to Yangjiawan, Yang Xiaoyan's first reaction is that the transportation is inconvenient.

Yangjiawan is located in the middle of a rolling hill.

The straight-line distance from the county seat is only more than 2,000 meters, but if you want to go to the county seat to catch a market, you have to travel seven or eight times more than the mountain roads on the five or six nearby hills.

Although most of these mountain roads were opened at the foot of the mountain, and later cement roads were built, the high and low altitude still makes it difficult for those who walk on them.

It's either uphill or downhill, and if you carry something more, your arms and legs will be tired and trembling.

Even if you ride a bicycle, you can only have a good time going downhill, and you have to push the cart hard when you go uphill.

There are many tricycles near the county, but people who drive tricycles do not easily go to Yangjiawan, and there are several slopes on the way that are too steep and prone to accidents.

Because of the inconvenient transportation, there are fewer people to go, the degree of damage to the ecological environment there is smaller, and the scenery there is notoriously good.

That's why Zhou Qingjun's college classmates suggested that he go there to sketch.

Zhou Qingjun's classmate's surname is Liu, a native of Yang Xiaoyan's county, and he lived in a dormitory with Zhou Qingjun when he was in college.

At that time, Liu's wedding was approaching, so he invited his friends to come over to attend the wedding.

Zhou Qingjun went early, and Liu was very busy as a prospective groom, so he didn't have time to have fun with him, so when he proposed to find a place to sketch, Liu recommended Yangjiawan.

Yang Xiaoyan has lived there since she was a child, and she never thinks that those pictures that can be seen every day when she opens her eyes are called landscapes, and she yearns for a big city with convenient life.

I've heard that there are buses everywhere, and you only need to pay two dollars to get from one end of the city to the other end of the city.

In the early morning of the day she ran with Zhou Qingjun, she and Zhou Qingjun sat on the tricycle for more than ten minutes, and when she looked up at Yangjiawan, she was surprised by the beauty of Yangjiawan.

Yang Jiawan hides in the misty clouds and smoke, and the appearance of being far and near, as if it is about to leave, is Yang Xiaoyan's best memory of it.

Now she's going to run to it again......

As for her parents......

"They're going to like you." Yang Xiaoyan said softly to Zhou Mo.

They will definitely like Xiaomo's granddaughter, and 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, most of them will not forgive.

Originally, she really didn't have the face to go back, but Xiaomo was right, her father and her mother only had such a child as her, and the old couple was now old and needed someone to take care of them, so she would be cheeky to go back.

In the first ten years, she turned her back on her parents for her lover, and for the rest of her life, let her atone for her sins.

The train stopped at one stop for a few moments, and passengers got off and on, and the carriages were still full.

Zhou Mo was immersed in the world described by Yang Xiaoyan, and was extremely yearning for Yangjiawan, where you can see flowers in spring, catch cicadas in summer, pick wild fruits in autumn, and roast sweet potatoes in winter.

I wish that the little girl in her mother's mouth who chased and played with her companions all over the mountains was herself.

It turns out that childhood can be so colorful!

I felt like I had a fake childhood.

The train stopped and walked, and finally came to Changshan Station, where Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo got off.

It was past ten o'clock at night.

There weren't many people getting off the train with them, and the exit was deserted.

Yang Xiaoyan carried the bag on her back, held the cardboard box in one hand, and pulled Zhou Mo out of the station along the platform with the other hand, and arrived on the street outside the station.

The streets are full of people.

Not far away, there is a travel manager.

Yang Xiaoyan led Zhou Mo in, registered her identity information at the front desk, paid a hundred yuan for the room, and paid a deposit of another two hundred yuan before she got a room card as big as a bank card and two breakfast coupons.

"Room 205 on the second floor, go up the stairs and turn left, the third room on the right."

Yang Xiaoyan and Zhou Mo went upstairs and entered the room smoothly.

The room is not big, and there is a strange smell that cannot be explained.

Although the taste was relatively light, Zhou Mo still decided to open the doors and windows to ventilate first.

Yang Xiaoyan boiled a pot of water with the electric kettle in the room, scalded all the matching water cups, and then poured several cups of boiling water again and left them aside.

Seeing that Zhou Mo was still standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaoyan urged: "Don't stand there blowing the wind, go to the bathroom to wash your face, and go to bed early." ”

"Okay."

Yang Xiaoyan wanted to bathe Zhou Mo, but Zhou Mo was a big girl psychologically after all, she would be embarrassed if she didn't even close the door for a bath, she was really not used to it, so she hurriedly refused.

"But you have a wound on your head, and you can't touch the water."

"I know, I'll be careful not to get the wound. Mom, you have extra pajamas, no, give me one. ”

When Zhou Mo left home, he didn't bring any clothes except for the set on his body.

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." Be careful when pulling heads. ”

Zhou Mo looked at it and said, "Don't worry, this neckline is super big for me, and it won't hit 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 he doesn't have a hair on his face, he still looks very similar to Sun Monkey who just went down the mountain and stole other people's clothes to wear.