The girl's words were deep, as if they were full of countless bitter memories, and those who heard them would be moved.
Yang Cheng frowned and asked tentatively, "Ye 'er, did you …"
Just as he was about to ask, Mo Qianni reached out and slapped him.
"What are you talking about? How can you ask a girl like that? " Mo Qianni said discontentedly and reached out to hold Yezi's hand, "Ye 'er, don't say it if you don't like it. Just pretend I didn't ask."
Yezi forced a smile and looked at Mo Qianni gratefully, saying, "Sister Mo, don't blame Brother Yang. It's okay. I've never been bullied by them."
Mo Qianni breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "You scared me. If that's the case, I'll definitely help you with the lawsuit."
Yezi was full of loneliness and whispered, "It was my mother."
"What!?"
Mo Qianni, who was very happy just now, was stunned on the spot. Yang Cheng was also a little surprised.
Yezi smiled bitterly and said, "That was a long time ago. My mother was also on this train. She was bullied by some people at that time, and then … she gave birth to me."
Yezi's words were very low, but her face was very calm, as if such a misfortune was just talking about someone else and had nothing to do with her.
Mo Qianni couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She pitifully hugged Yezi and said, "You and your mother must have had a hard time."
"It's not hard on me. Mom couldn't get married when she had me. She even had a falling out with my grandmother and raised me alone. I feel sorry for her," Yezi finally sobbed, her tears wetting her collar. "Mom used to take me to the city to sell some mountain goods. I know she was in pain because every time she took this train, she would think of the past and couldn't sleep at night. She would even cry in bed so that I wouldn't hear her … That's why I insisted on selling by myself. Although I didn't sell as much, it made me feel better …" Yezi finally sobbed, her tears wetting her collar.
The air in the carriage was a little stuffy. Yang Cheng opened the window a little to let in the mountain breeze, so that it would be more comfortable.
Ye 'er's life experience reminded Mo Qianni of the gloomy past of the same age. Both of them were lost in thought and didn't talk anymore until they got off the platform.
The train station in the small town was very simple. It was just a dilapidated building that sold tickets. An old man stood outside to maintain order. In fact, it was as if there was no station at all.
Since they were going to the same place, Yezi was held by Mo Qianni and went to the station to the Kunshan Village together.
In fact, if she hadn't met Yang Cheng, Yezi would have walked until late at night and walked back to the mountain. Although the ticket was cheap, it was her hard-earned money, and the little girl was reluctant to spend it.
At this time, it was already evening. It seemed that a mountain rain was coming. The sky was gray, oppressing the slightly monotonous border town.
Although it was getting dark, Mo Qianni had promised her mother that she would be home tonight, so they didn't stay overnight in the town. The three of them simply ate some tea eggs and egg pancakes bought at the roadside stalls. Under the guidance of Yezi, they came to a station with a simple plastic shed and a cement platform.
Yezi was a little nervous. She walked back and forth while waiting for the bus. In the end, she couldn't help saying, "Sister Mo, I'd better walk back. I've eaten your dinner, so I can't take your ticket money."
The ticket was only five yuan, which was the price of a bottle of ordinary banknote in Zhonghai. In the eyes of this girl who was less than 20 years old, it was an unbearable kindness.
Mo Qianni pretended to be angry and said, "Do you not want to go back with us?"
"No … no, I just feel embarrassed." Yezi whispered.
Mo Qianni couldn't help but reach out and pinch Yezi's face. "Seeing you is like seeing me in the past. Although I was younger than you at that time, I still feel very close. Don't feel too bad. Just treat me as your sister. It's my duty as a sister to take care of her younger sister. "
Yezi bit her lip and couldn't say anything. She could only nod obediently.
After waiting for more than 15 minutes, an "old" minibus finally slowly drove into the station. The three of them got on the bus. Yang Cheng acted as the little brother carrying the bags, while the two women's bags were all carried by Li.
There were very few people on the bus. Including the driver, there were only five people on the bus. The bus could accommodate more than 20 people, so the eight of them went on the winding mountain road to Kunshan Village.
There were some stops on the road, so the bus would stop occasionally. But after more than two hours, when they were about to reach Kunshan Village, there were only a dozen people on the bus.
The bus went over the last hill and was about to reach Kunshan Village.
But at this time, the sky was rolling with dark clouds, and blue and yellow lightning finally began to resound through the world like thunder.
Almost in an instant, the pouring rain was like a big basin of water poured by God, soaking the whole mountain in the rain.
Many parts of the rugged road had become muddy, and the speed of the bus was much slower.
Looking at the heavy rain outside, Mo Qianni hugged Yezi who was beside her. The girl's face was full of worry at the moment. After all, she had to walk over two mountains to get home from the Kun Mountain Village.
"It's okay. You can stay at my house tonight. It's so dark. It's too dangerous for a girl to walk on the mountain road at night and it's raining." Mo Qianni comforted her.
Yezi hurriedly shook her head. "No, Sister Mo. It's rare for you to go home to see Auntie after so many years. As an outsider, I can't disturb you, and my mother will also be worried."
"If you walk back so late, your mother will be worried. There are many landslides on the mountain road in the rain. What will your mother do if she runs into one? Listen to me and stay at our house. "Mo Qianni said firmly.
Yezi wanted to refuse, but seeing the heavy rain outside, she had to say, "If the rain stops, then I'd better go home."
During the day, the temperature was high. At night, after the rain, the mountain became foggy. Fortunately, there was no traffic on the road. The bus arrived at Kunshan Village and stopped. Finally, it was safe.
Yang Cheng got out of the bus first, opened an umbrella brought by Mo Qianni, and led the two women to get out of the bus. Because the ground was muddy, it was easy to fall, so they were extra careful.
After getting out of the bus, Mo Qianni found that there was only one umbrella for the three of them. The rain kept falling, and the three of them couldn't all huddle under the umbrella. She couldn't help but look at Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng understood, and without hesitation, he put the umbrella in Mo Qianni's hand. "You and Yezi hold the umbrella, and I'll take the luggage. Ladies first. Anyway, I'm strong, and it's okay to get wet."
"But …"
"But what? I can't bear to let my little Qianqian get wet in the rain. If I let little Yezi get wet in the rain, you'll choke me to death." Yang Cheng joked.
Mo Qianni blushed, and she felt happy in her heart, so she didn't say anything more.
Yezi looked at the intimacy between the two of them, and there was a little envy in her eyes.
The three of them walked along a narrow path, stepping on weeds and stones as they made their way into Kunshan Village. Yang Chen followed behind with a huge bag of luggage. Such a journey might be difficult for ordinary people, but for Yang Chen, other than the discomfort of getting his clothes wet from the rain, it was no different from walking on flat ground.
Gradually, the mountain village emerged from the fog in front of them. The houses of different heights revealed a strong ethnic style. This was an area where many ethnic groups lived, so it was particularly diverse.
Mo Qianni hadn't been home for more than ten years, but she didn't need to think about where her home was, even if the village had changed a lot, because someone would show her the way.
At the end of the winding path, in the hazy rain, a figure holding a black umbrella and looking at something vaguely appeared in front of the three of them.
Mo Qianni's footsteps stopped, like a weathered rock. She stood in the same place, looking at the figure in front of her, and her eyes turned red in an instant.
The figure in front seemed to see something, and shouted from a distance, "Is it Nizi?"
The ordinary female voice made Mo Qianni couldn't control her emotions anymore. She almost threw the umbrella to the side. She didn't care about the dirty mudstone road, didn't care about the bean-sized raindrops, and even forgot that there was a poor little Yezi beside her who needed an umbrella. She quickly ran over.
"Mom!"
The joy and touching of a young swallow returning to its nest rendered a picture of a rainy night.
They didn't expect that Mo Qianni's mother, Ma Guifang, would come to the entrance of the village to welcome them in such a heavy rain and the sky was dark. It seemed that it wouldn't be for a while. Poor parents all over the world.
When Yang Cheng and Yezi came to the front, Mo Qianni had already hugged her mother, Ma Guifang, and sobbed.
Ma Guifang didn't throw the umbrella away like Mo Qianni did. She straightened her arm and held the umbrella for Mo Qianni. The beautiful outline of her youth could be seen on her wrinkled face. Tears flowed down, and it was hard to tell which drop was tears and which drop was rain.
Ma Guifang, who was wearing a purple-red tailored fabric, was holding her daughter in a fashionable sportswear. The colors were so incompatible, but at this moment, they seemed so harmonious.
Yang Cheng took the umbrella that Mo Qianni threw away and held it for himself and Yezi. In fact, it didn't make any difference whether he held it or not. His whole body was dripping with water, and not a single part of him was dry.
When the warm hug between the mother and daughter ended, it was already more than ten minutes later. The two separated and looked at each other silently for a while. They didn't say anything, but smiled knowingly. Obviously, the mother and daughter knew that there were thousands of words that they couldn't say.
Ma Guifang wiped her tears and smiled awkwardly at Yang Cheng and Yezi. "Look at us, mother and daughter. We almost forgot you. You must be Yang Cheng's son-in-law. Nizi told me about you on the phone. You're so handsome. "
Handsome? It seemed that it was the first time someone said that she was handsome. Could it be that the more a mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, the more she liked him? But it was the first time.
Yang Cheng didn't expect that one of his mothers-in-law would call him son-in-law so easily. But he was also a cheeky person, so he directly laughed and agreed.
On the other hand, Mo Qianni rolled her eyes at him, looking both happy and annoyed.
Seeing that Ma Guifang was looking at Yezi with a little doubt, Mo Qianni explained, "Mom, this is a girl from the South Village. She came back from the same way as us. I saw that it's so dark and rainy, so I want her to spend the night at our house. Her name is Yezi. Just call her Ye 'er."
Ma Guifang immediately took Yezi's hand enthusiastically, "Don't be shy, little girl. Go home with your aunt. Dinner is almost ready."
"Thank you, aunt," Yezi was still a little nervous and said with a smile.
So, Mo Qianni took her mother's hand and the four of them walked all the way home. Compared to before, Mo Qianni was obviously much more excited. It was the kind of ecstasy of reuniting with family, which made Yang Cheng a little jealous.
However, from time to time, Ma Guifang would look back at Yang Cheng with a smile, and the more she looked, the more she liked him. This made Yang Cheng's scalp numb. It seemed that he hadn't bought a gift for his mother-in-law yet. Could it be that she had already found out that he was "loyal", "pure and kind", and was deeply touched by him!?
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