The green train was crowded, even the sleeper berths were filled with people and luggage.

Ying Mingcheng exchanged seats with someone, trading the middle bunk over there for the upper bunk in the same compartment with them. Although they were three beds apart, at least the family was together.

He squeezed through the luggage on the floor and looked at Mu Huaixi, who was sitting on the lower bunk with her child in her arms. "Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap?"

Mu Huaixi shook his head.

"Then I'll go put the luggage away," Ying Mingcheng nodded at her and turned to look for Aunt Da Chu. They got on the bus early, but they had so much stuff that it couldn't fit under the bed, so they had to find a place to put their luggage themselves.

In fact, the three adults did not have much luggage. After all, Shengjing was much colder than the mountains. No matter how thick their clothes were, they probably could not withstand the cold in Shengjing. Therefore, Grandma Ying had already prepared big cotton-padded jackets for them, and they only needed to bring the clothes inside.

Ying Wuhui's things filled two boxes. There was no place to wash diapers along the way, so he brought a large bag of diapers to change into, as well as his clothes, bottles, daily necessities, etc., and even some toys.

When Ying Mingcheng came back, he brought his wooden hanging toy with him. He took out a hook from his pocket, and without knowing how to operate it, he inserted it into the bed board above, and then hung the small toy on it.

"Ah...ah..." Ying Wuhui had been staring at him since he appeared with the toy, and only started kicking his legs and screaming after the toy was hung up.

Ying Wuhui was more than three months old, and his legs and feet were much stronger than those of ordinary babies. Mu Huaixi almost couldn't hold him. Ying Mingcheng had already spread a small blanket under the toys in advance, and she put the baby on it. Xiaohui kicked his legs happily, watching the wooden pony and kitten spinning around above his head.

"Wow, your child is so well-behaved. He's already half a year old?" The aunt on the lower bunk opposite also had a child with her. It looked like he was her grandson, about one or two years old.

Mu Huaixi smiled at her but didn't say anything. She was still a little shy in front of strangers.

But Auntie Da Chu was a social terror. She tidied up the lower and middle bunks, then came over with an orange. "He's only three or four months old, and he's already so big since he was born. Oh, this is your grandson. He's so handsome!"

"Yes, my daughter is busy with work and has no time to take care of the baby, so I thought of taking the baby back to my hometown to take care of him for a while." The aunt's eyes lit up, and she took the orange handed over by Aunt Da Chu, took out a few apples from her bag and handed them over, and the two of them started chatting.

Ying Mingcheng was sitting on the edge of the lower bunk, watching the boy kicking his legs. Seeing him blowing bubbles and amusing himself with great joy, he went over with malicious intentions, popped the bubbles, and wiped all his saliva clean.

"Ah!!!" Little Wu Hui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a loud and sharp cry, waving his little hands angrily, attracting the attention of Mu Huaixi who was reading a book and Aunt Da Chu who was chatting with others.

When Aunt Da Chu saw Xiaohui was about to cry, she immediately picked up the baby and comforted him, rocking him and saying "oh oh yo". Mu Huaixi stared at Ying Mingcheng who was busy with his work with amusement. Seeing that he was too guilty to dare to look her in the eye, it made people even more suspicious.

She put the book down, moved closer to him and kicked with her toes, "What did you do?"

"What can I do?" Ying Mingcheng didn't look up. He folded Xiaohui's coat neatly, and then found some trouble by folding the quilt she kicked into a mess into a tofu block.

Mu Huaixi was very familiar with him. As soon as she saw him like this, she knew that he must have provoked her son, but she didn't expose him. She just smiled with her lips pursed.

The whistle sounded, and the train aisle was still in chaos. The aunt on the bed opposite squeezed to the window and shouted goodbye to her daughter who was standing behind the cordon.

Farewell and crying went hand in hand. Someone was playing the harmonica on the platform. The long and lingering sound of "Farewell" made Mu Huaixi feel a little sad.

She looked at Ying Mingcheng, and suddenly a feeling of gratitude rose in her heart.

Ying Mingcheng's vacation required approval from the military region, which was definitely not easy, but he still took it, and it was even a three-week vacation. Mu Huaixi didn't dare to think that if he didn't get on the train, would she also cry bitterly like the people in the carriage and on the platform.

"What's wrong?" Ying Mingcheng noticed her gaze and turned to look at her.

Mu Huaixi shook her head and moved closer to him. She didn't say anything, but just leaned on his broad back, enjoying a moment of attachment.

As the New Year draws to a close, most of the passengers on the train are returning home, and everyone brings generous New Year gifts. Even the dry food is three times more abundant than usual.

Mu Huaixi and the others were eating rice balls prepared by Aunt Da Chu, which contained egg yolks, meat and pickles. It was already considered a luxury, but the lunch box that the aunt opposite took out actually contained braised pork. The aroma spread all at once, making everyone nearby swallow their saliva.

"Auntie, how about we exchange one?" The young man in the next bed couldn't stand it anymore and came over with his homemade Shandong pancake. "Auntie, just one."

"My mom made this. It's rolled with green onions and sauce. It's delicious!"

The aunt on the opposite bed laughed heartily, took one of his rolled pancakes, and then placed two large pieces of braised pork on the pancake. "This is my cooking, try it!"

"This..." The young man scratched his head, feeling very sorry, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the braised pork. He took the pancake and left, but soon two or three big radishes were brought to him.

"Auntie, try it, I grew it myself!"

His success attracted many people who also wanted to exchange meat. My aunt gave out more than ten pieces of braised pork at once, and the lunch box was half empty, so she didn't want to exchange it anymore.

But some people are unwilling to do so.

"You've changed the ones in front of you, but you won't change mine. What? Do you look down on me?" The old man holding a whole-grain steamed bun frowned. If it weren't for the aunt protecting the lunch box, he would have snatched it away.

The aunt looked embarrassed. Those who had come to exchange for braised pork had at least brought white flour buns, and some had brought canned food and fruits. But the little girl following the old man was drooling and looked very pitiful.

"Okay, I'll give you another one." The aunt originally wanted to take a small piece, but after thinking about it, she picked up a big piece and handed it over.

Unexpectedly, the old man put the big piece of meat directly into his mouth and pushed his granddaughter forward, "This kid is still hungry!"

The aunt was stunned for a moment, picked up a large piece of meat and handed it over, but it was snatched away by the fat boy next to her, "Mine! Mine!"

The old man smiled broadly and patted the fat boy on the head, "Eat it, eat it."

The aunt was stunned for a moment and frowned. Unexpectedly, the old man came over again and pushed the skinny granddaughter to the side of the berth, "Auntie, this kid didn't get to eat!"

"......", Mu Huaixi felt it was outrageous watching from the side. This old man and his family were too greedy, right?

She poked Ying Mingcheng lightly, and he looked back at her and stood up with the lunch box containing the lunch.

"Auntie, let's eat together."

He was tall and strong, and when he stood up he took up a lot of space. He took two steps towards my aunt and forced others to step back.

Ying Mingcheng even took a step towards where the old man was standing. The old man dared to act like a rogue towards my aunt, but he didn't dare to say a word when facing the man in military uniform.