"Girl, keep an eye on the cart."
At the station, Mo Yuanle got off the bullock cart, tied the grass rope to the nearby electric pole, and headed into the station.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Lan Tian, having alighted from the bullock cart, saw him walking towards the station and called out to him.
"I'm going to buy your ticket; you wait here, don't wander around, and Chunhua, you keep an eye on her." Mo Yuanle walked a few paces, then turned back to instruct her.
Lan Tian laughed, her smile as radiant as the March sunshine, so dazzling. How long had it been, and her uncle still held a shadow in his heart.
