Today is the day when Chen Nongmo and his sister Chen Jun set out to return to Shanshun Village.
Ji Mo got up very early.
In fact, the train leaves at 3pm, so even if you want to have breakfast and lunch and leave early, you don’t need to get up after 4am.
Chen Demao was still lying in bed. Seeing his wife quietly sitting by the bed and putting on her shoes, he knew that she couldn't bear to see their daughter sleep. He sighed inwardly and sat up as well.
Hearing the noise, Ji Mo turned around and asked, "Why are you getting up?"
"No more sleep."
"Nonsense, what time did you go to bed yesterday? It's still early, sleep a little longer." As she spoke, Ji Mo had already pushed her husband down to lie down.
Chen Demao had no choice but to look up. Seeing that his wife looked calm, he did not force her: "Okay, okay, I'll take a nap for a while."
"Well, go to bed. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."
".OK."
= Ji Mo was born in Xicheng and is a typical southerner.
Her mother only gave birth to her after she married her father.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that she is an only child. Ji Mo also has a half-sister.
Her father's ex-wife died early due to complications during childbirth, leaving two lives. He spent a bag of grain to marry her mother, taking an 8-year-old girl with him.
There was still a war going on at that time, and most people were living a hard life. There were many people like her mother who were sent away by their families to "enjoy a good life" just because of a bag of food, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.
My stepsister is not someone who is easy to get along with, she is overbearing and can be noisy.
Her mother was only 9 years older than her stepdaughter. The 17-year-old girl had a soft temper and was thin-skinned. Plus, she felt inferior to her stepmother, so she was really bullied.
Even after Ji Mo came into being, he never straightened his back.
The only thing I was brave enough to do was to secure admission for my daughter to school.
He lived a cowardly and miserable life all his life, and passed away early, before his only daughter could get married.
She was a woman who had been immersed in misery all her life.
At that time, Ji Mo had only joined the army for half a year based on her own abilities. She was full of hope for a successful future and left with her mother. After returning home to attend the funeral, she never contacted her family again.
Two years later, her father, who had been a grandfather all her life, passed away, and she completely lost contact with that family.
At first, her stepsister was not living a happy life, so she got the contact information from her father and would write letters or call her former unit.
Later, she changed her unit and, except for a few times when she went back to worship her parents without being noticed, she completely cut off contact with her former home.
Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Most childhood memories are unpleasant. Ji Mo is not someone who makes things difficult for herself, so many of her memories are vague.
The only thing I remember clearly is the loving look my mother gave me.
My mother is a beautiful and virtuous woman. Yu Yu said that she looks like her, but she looks more like her grandmother.
My mother is also a great cook, and her specialty is Xicheng soup dumplings.
Among Ji Mo's few fond memories, one is when her mother taught her how to make sweet soup dumplings during Chinese New Year.
She learned it 100 percent, but she didn't do it often.
But she dreamed of her mother the night before. Thinking that her daughter was going to leave her again, Ji Mo thought about doing it for her child.
That's her grandmother's craft.
= It’s not too late for Chen Nongmo to start.
I go to bed at around eight or nine in the evening and wake up naturally at five the next morning.
On normal days, she might stay in bed for a while, but today, when she heard a slight noise downstairs, she remembered that her mother mentioned eating soup dumplings in the morning yesterday, so she jumped up.
After she tidied herself, she went to the kitchen and found that her mother had already started wrapping the dumplings.
"Are you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Ji Mo looked at her beautiful daughter with a loving smile.
Chen Nongmo tied an apron, washed his hands again and came to help, then replied: "I can't sleep. When did you get up?"
"It didn't take long. The most troublesome pork skin jelly was prepared last night." As she spoke, Ji Moren moved aside to make a seat for her daughter.
Knowing that his mother was reluctant to let him go, Chen Nongmo didn't say anything more, but talked about the method of making soup dumplings: "Write me the method, and I will practice it a few more times. When the skill is good, I can make it for you and Qiuhua's mother. Oh, by the way, your daughter's girlfriend also likes sweet ones."
The first part sounded normal, but when she heard the second part, Ji Mo burst out laughing.
If her hands weren't covered in flour, she would have wanted to poke someone's head with her hands: "You are so shameless, girl."
Chen Nongmo disagreed: "Relationships need to be managed by both parties. Brother Shao Zheng is good to me, and I can't just ask for it without thinking about giving back. If a little thing can make him happy, why not do it?"
Know clearly what you want.
Chen Nongmo looked back at his mother: "It's not that good, but I'm too soft-hearted and get bullied."
Ji Mo smiled: "Yes, we must have a scale in our hearts, and we must show our attitude when someone crosses the line."
"By the way, Mom, my fourth brother and I will pass by Xicheng on our way back to Shanshun Village. Are we going to pay homage to grandma and grandpa?" It was only yesterday when his mother told her that she was going to make soup dumplings that Chen Nongmo learned about the situation at his grandmother's place from her.
I also know that my mother hasn't gone back to worship her for seven years.
And her granddaughter has never been there once.
It would have been fine if I didn’t know about it before, but now it’s hard not to go.
As if she didn't expect her daughter to mention this to her, Ji Mo was stunned for a moment, and then she was silent for a while before shaking her head: "Wait a little longer, in two years, mom will take you with her and quietly burn more paper for your grandma."
Hearing this, Chen Nongmo stopped forcing himself and smiled as he talked about other things with his mother to cheer her up. = Same place.
The same farewell.
Only this time, no one is confused about the future.
I still feel reluctant, but I am no longer sad.
At the gate of the yard, next to the jeep, Chen Nongmo hugged his mother goodbye, then hugged his stiff father before getting into the car.
Chen Jun, who didn't want to just stand by and watch, rushed over with a dazed look on his face and gave his father Demao a bear hug.
Chen Demao, who was caught off guard and had not yet recovered from the awkward embrace of his little girl, was knocked back and staggered.
"Brat." Chen Demao came back to his senses and laughed out loud, patting the boy's shoulder vigorously.
Chen Jun then let go with a chuckle, but he didn't dare to hug Ji Mo. He just scratched the back of his head and said goodbye with a smile: "Auntie Mo, we're leaving."
Ji Mo smiled gently: "Go ahead, both brothers and sisters should be careful on the way."
"Hey! Don't worry."
I don’t know if it’s because there’s not too much sadness when we say goodbye.
It is indeed not that difficult to go through the same journey again as three years ago.
In particular, he joked and joked with his fourth brother, knitted sweaters, and played chess, and soon he set foot in H Province again.
After getting off the train, the brother and sister carried their small luggage and took two buses before reaching the county bus station.
Then, not surprisingly, I saw my fifth brother Chen Yi.
Their eyes lit up at the same time. It had been almost a month since they last saw each other, and they really missed each other.
Chen Jun, who learned from his sister to express joy by hugging, took advantage of his height and long legs and ran very fast. He was about to give his twin brothers a warm hug.
Chen Nongmo, who was following behind, had a cunning look in his eyes: "Fourth brother, you dropped something."
Hearing this, Chen Jun subconsciously stopped and looked back at the ground, still shouting, "What fell? What fell?"
At this time, Chen Nongmo had already rushed over to his fifth brother, who was smiling and opening his arms, and gave him a hug after a long absence.
Then, in the eyes of his fourth brother who looked incredulous, he pointed at himself proudly and said, "You lost your sister."
Chen Jun knew that he was fooled by his sister again, and he was so angry that he wanted to hit her on the head.
Unexpectedly, the little girl was very smart. As soon as he raised his foot, she hid behind Lao Wu.
The boy was fooled by his sister again and couldn't get revenge. He was depressed and complained: "Old Five, look, Old Six is bullying me again!"
Chen Yi almost laughed out loud. It was true that the fourth brother had been teased by his sister so many times but he still didn't learn his lesson.
He stepped forward and took the initiative to hug her, acting as a skilled peacemaker: "Okay, my sister is still young, it's normal for her to be naughty."
Chen Nongmo poked his head out from behind his fifth brother and made a face: "That's right, I'm still young."
So infuriating!
Not only did he bully me, but he also deliberately made him angry.
Chen Jun's head hurt from the youthful anger, and he just said, "Are you still young? How can you handle it when you are young?"
"What?" Chen Yi glanced at the guilty faces of the fourth and sixth sisters, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a gentle tone.
Oops, I let it slip.
Oh no, I have offended the evil spirit, Qiuhua's mother, help me! (End of this chapter)
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