The eldest brother turned his gaze to the mole-faced lady sitting at the very bottom. She was dressed in ordinary clothes and had the most patches on her body. She shouldn't have anything good to show, right?
The mole lady picked up a package at her feet. Her lunch box was not rectangular like Qiao Qianqian and the others', but a square one.
As soon as she opened it, several white flour cakes appeared in front of everyone.
It would be fine if it was just white flour pancake, but there was actually meat and vegetables between the two layers of pancake.
Lu Yong widened his eyes and looked at the pancake in the mole lady's hand, and suddenly felt that the pancake in his hand was not fragrant anymore.
He walked up to Auntie Mole with a smile, pointed at her lunch box and said, "Auntie, you can tell at a glance that this pancake was made by you. Look at it, it's so delicious and fragrant.
Oh, you make the best pancakes in our village."
The mole lady was so pleased with the compliment that she smiled and said, "You are wrong, this was made by my husband.
I was worried that I wouldn’t eat well on the train….”
"Hey, look how considerate my uncle is to you. I was thinking that the pancake looked a little burnt around the edges. If I made it myself, it would definitely taste better."
The mole lady divided a piece of cake into three small pieces and handed one to each of them: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. I know you want to eat it. Here!"
As the saying goes, old folks are not obvious in the village, but when they step out of the house and go to other places, Aunt Mole looks at Lu Yong and others and feels that they are no different from her own relatives.
So at this time, I divided the things out openly.
Lu Yong clearly gave some of his dishes to the mole lady.
Then, he said to Lu Zhiye: "Brother Ye, come and eat."
Lu Zhiye also distributed some dumplings from the lunch box to everyone, and the group of people ate with relish.
The eldest brother, who was sitting diagonally opposite them, was eating the multi-grain pancake in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on their food.
He sniffed hard a few times, and it seemed that the dishes were put into his mouth.
That night, several people took turns sleeping and did not dare to slack off at all.
On the first day, Aunt Mole was still a little excited, but on the second day she sat there listlessly like a wilted cucumber.
"Ouch, my back and waist ache from sitting here, and something just doesn't feel right."
Lu Zhiye pointed to a package at her feet and said softly, "Auntie, you can take a small package and put it on your lower back, it will be more comfortable."
Today's seats are not like those of later generations. They are basically two wooden boards placed at right angles, and then covered with a layer of cotton and cloth.
Their train is relatively good. Some trains don't even have this layer of cotton.
The mole-faced lady tried to sit for a while using Lu Zhiye's method, and immediately said in surprise: "Hey, it's really good.
You guys should try it too, and you will feel less sore in your waist. "
These words not only reached the ears of Qiao Qianqian and others, but were also heard by many people who were traveling far away for the first time.
Some people are smart and put their valuables behind their waists, so they don't have to hold them all the time and their waists can feel comfortable for a while.
The train shook for two days and one night and finally arrived in Beijing.
Lu Zhiye solemnly instructed the others, "Dayong, we two will carry the big packages later, and Auntie, you two hold the small packages tightly.
Follow us closely, and don't get separated."
When Lu Zhiye stepped into Beijing again this time, there were much more people than the last time.
It was almost crowded.
Lu Zhiye walked in front to lead the way, several women walked in the middle, and Lu Yong followed at the end carrying two large packages.
Some people wanted to squeeze in, but Lu Yong pushed them to the side by twisting his body.
When the few people finally arrived at the exit, the mole-faced lady tugged at her messy clothes and muttered, "I don't know who the bastard was, taking advantage of the chaos to touch me..."
As she spoke, she adjusted the clothes on her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Wen Sihe and Ji Nian had been waiting at the exit for a long time. When they saw a few people coming out, they waved at them excitedly.
With a smile on his lips, Lu Zhiye carried a large package and walked towards Wen Sihe with big strides.
After many years, Wen Sihe couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of this scene again.
Jin Yi, who was standing by, nudged her with his arm and said, “Hey, look at your man, he’s getting stronger and stronger.
There are many aunts nearby, all looking at him."
Wen Sihe raised her eyebrows somewhat proudly: "It's not theirs anymore."
For a moment, Wen Sihe was glad that he acted quickly.
Otherwise, such a high-quality little paper figure would not be hers.
But the next moment, the mole lady ran faster than Lu Zhiye. Lu Zhiye carried all her big package, and she only carried two small bags, one in front and one behind.
Naturally, she was much lighter, and she rushed towards the two people like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
With tears in her eyes, she grabbed the hands of the two people and said, "Hey, Xiao Wen Zhiqing, Ji Zhiqing finally sees you."
She perfectly demonstrated what it means to be moved to tears when fellow villagers meet.
Wen Sihe patted Aunt Mole's hand with a smile and said, "Aunt, you have been through a long journey. Thank you for your hard work.
Come on, go to my house first, we'll pack up, have a good rest for a day, and then go to the vicinity of the school."
The mole lady realized it later and became embarrassed: "Your parents are at home, this is not a good idea......"
I heard that Xiao Wen, the educated youth, has parents who are highly educated. They are just peasants from the muddy fields and cannot communicate with them. It will be so embarrassing when the time comes.
As if seeing her concerns, Wen Sihe gave Aunt Mole a soothing look and said, "My parents are easy to get along with, and they helped me find the house this time.
Auntie, you don't have to feel constrained. I've already told my parents before I came here. You helped me a lot when I was in the countryside, and my parents wanted to thank you."
The mole-faced lady patted her clothes quickly and said, "What do you think of my clothes? Should I change them?
In the big bag I brought, there is a new set of clothes for the New Year. I will find a place to change into them."
The mole lady was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She paced back and forth for several times, trying to tidy up her clothes so that others would not look down on her.
Qiao Qianqian and Lu Yong, who were standing by, had the same idea as Aunt Mole.
They all wanted to change into clean clothes before meeting Wen Sihe's family.
Wen Sihe could understand their feelings and said with a smile: "Let's go back early. My parents may still be in the vegetable market and haven't come back yet."
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