20. There is no goodbye

The afternoon sky is always so clear, the sun is hot, and the busy day begins again in the Zhang Kee grocery store.

After helping Uncle Ying and his family take care of the housework, eat, and buy many miscellaneous items that Mo Xiaoyan needed, Mo Xiaohe didn't go anywhere today, so he sat outside the door of his house, looking like he was guarding against some big enemy.

The old shrimp is now in the Zhang Ji grocery store next door, it seems that the kick that Mo Xiaohe kicked yesterday was not heavy, and the sword that stabbed was not deep, the old shrimp just bandaged the wounds on the nose and neck briefly, and it seemed that there was no big problem.

Mrs. Chen is still the old shrimp on the tea and snacks or normal, the old shrimp should eat and drink, it seems that yesterday's two families drew knives to each other to die or live, and today's smiling faces greeted each other and drank tea drunk and dreamed of death, which is not a conflicting thing.

Zhang Laosan is not wearing pants to swing today, but he brought back an old woman and a small child from some unknown place to live in his house.

Zhang Laosan and his mother just boasted in the Zhang Ji grocery store, saying that his son was a little charming, not only his wife, but also the girls of any family were good to his son.

But as soon as this old lady left, the big-bellied poop in the Zhang Ji grocery store was said by the old uncles who had been in the wind for a long time...... Hey, what kind of girl is that the third child brought back, go to his grandmother, it's an old Oiran in Yongpo Town next door!

This is true or false Mo Xiaohe doesn't care, how ugly the aunt brought back by Zhang Laosan doesn't matter how ugly Mo Xiaohe is, Mo Xiaohe only knows that the son of the old lady brought back by Zhang Laosan is very skinny.

The child also has a big heart, I don't know how many times I have only seen Zhang Laosan, he opened his mouth and closed the door and called Zhang Laosan's father, shouting like a father; this child sketched on the couplets and embroideries placed in Mo Xiaohe's house at every turn...... Aunt Chen can't drive away, Aunt Ying can't scold, Zhang Laosan can't leave, and her mother can't leave.

was just kicked by Mo Xiaohe, and then he cried and scolded and left.

However, this kid seems to have a revenge mentality, the cat is a thief at home, and from time to time he pokes his head like a scout from Zhang Laosan's house, and it is estimated that he will come as soon as Mo Xiaohe leaves.

Mo Xiaohe was also tired, turned his head, and shouted at Uncle Ying, "Uncle Ying, I'm leaving!"

Uncle Ying was squinting his eyes in the sun, half-squinting and nodding, but he couldn't tell if he saw what Mo Xiaohe said.

Mo Xiaohe smiled bitterly.

The farewell of parting, the reminiscence of reunion, and the thousands of joys and sorrows in the world are all not emotional things in Uncle Ying's mind, and they are not even sensational and hypocritical.

Mo Xiaohe almost forgot that Uncle Ying was an abandoned swordsman.

All his blood has been sprinkled all over the battlefield of joys and sorrows, and what can move him now...... He is the real swordsman abandoned by the battlefield and fighting, and is not taken in by the world.

This kind of swordsman is more real than those generals in the storybook who can write and martial arts and seem to be able to defeat thousands of troops.

Mo Xiaohe stood up, walked in front of Uncle Ying like a passerby, and walked slowly into Uncle Ying's house.

The life of the old couple looks very leisurely under the care of Mo Xiaohe, the furniture at home is neatly arranged, and the floor and even the ceiling are spotless...... Now Aunt Ying is dragging her fat body and sitting on her own chair, holding the book "Peacock Flying Southeast" in her hand and reading it with relish.

Mo Xiaohe had seen this several times, and it was Aunt Ying who dragged him to watch it.

It tells the story of two infatuated men and women, who see Aunt Ying in tears, and Mo Xiaohe who is soft in her heart...... But now Mo Xiaohe looked at Uncle Ying at the door, and thought about the things in the storybook, and always felt bored.

Two people love each other, one will cry and cry to die for something big, and the next time they will be happy and live for something big, and it's very troublesome, who wouldn't cry and laugh and live and die...... Isn't it just that the two of them are living a good life? I don't know where all these boring things come from.

However, people who write this kind of book can only write it if they can really write it, and people who read this kind of book can at least be a little idle and chic, and people who know how to love can read it.

For example, Aunt Ying knows love very well, she still reads this kind of book when she is sixty or seventy years old, and there are more than a dozen people she loved when she was young, which is amazing.

Just say it, under the love of Uncle Ying, after Aunt Ying gave birth to her eldest daughter, she felt that Uncle Ying didn't understand and love him enough, so she separated from Uncle Ying. After the separation, Aunt Ying didn't know who she loved so much that she loved her second daughter.

Isn't Aunt Chen nagging, Aunt Ying's second daughter is very similar to his cousin, I'm afraid everyone in Shili Street knows it...... If it weren't for Aunt Ying, when her cousin was on a blind date, she would carry a flower basket to her house to make trouble, and Aunt Chen's cousin, that is, Cousin Zhang Hu, would still be a bachelor even if he didn't die.

Thinking about the legendary story of Aunt Ying, Mo Xiaohe lowered his waist, gently patted her shoulder with his hand, and whispered, "Aunt Ying, I'm leaving!"

"Ah?" Aunt Ying seemed to be taken aback, raised her head, her wrinkled old face didn't know if it was the wrinkles of old age, or the frowning brows she had read the love book, and shouted loudly, "Where are you going?! Come and see, this protagonist is about to die! This heroine is no one to love!"

Mo Xiaohe looked at the obese Aunt Ying, pursed her lips and smiled silently. He learned to shout, "It's okay, someone will love her...... I'm going to get a job in the county. ”

Looking at Aunt Ying's bitter face, Mo Xiaohe hurriedly finished speaking and left.

Because he really didn't want to see an old woman crying because she read a love book, ignoring her was rude, and she had an upset stomach.

It's not that you can't pursue love when you're old, it's just that Mo Xiaohe doesn't understand it a little.

Aunt Ying loved more than a dozen people when she was young, and now that she is older, she has two people who love him, and she has two daughters who she loves, and what else is there to love.

Mo Xiaohe sat at the door of his house again...... After the luggage was packed, it seemed unnecessary to say goodbye to Mo Xiaoyan, and it seemed unnecessary to say goodbye to Aunt Chen, otherwise Zhang Ze heard the noise and wanted to go with him.

It seems to be a bit miserable, there are so many children in Shili Street, and except for Zhang Ze and Ah Cai, no one is familiar with Mo Xiaohe. The others were either beaten by Mo Xiaohe, or they didn't say a word to Mo Xiaohe.

Isn't Mo Xiaohe just without a father or mother, didn't he just move from somewhere else, and didn't he just have a stupid sister...... Mo Xiaohe himself felt that it was nothing, and many people here would always squeeze their eyebrows when they saw him, and they would be sarcastic behind him, so Mo Xiaohe would not talk to them.

And then that's it.

was beaten by Mo Xiaohe excessively, and the beating was like this.

Now that I think about what Lao Shrimp said, it seems to make some sense, the most terrifying birdman in this fart place is that he doesn't know what kind of birdman he is...... They ask everyone to be like them as if they are very good, they want to be killed by them all differently, they wear colored glasses to observe others everywhere, and sometimes even their own people will kill each other, which is very terrible.

Mo Xiaohe suddenly felt that it was not only the people of Shili Street, but also the people of the entire continent.

With a self-deprecating smile, Mo Xiaohe got up and walked in an unknown direction.