"Got it, Auntie."
"I'm also going tomorrow morning for lunch."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchun stared blankly out the window.
Even if Auntie hadn't called, Mo Jingchun had already planned to visit Grandpa on the day before New Year's Eve.
To bid the year goodbye on behalf of Mom!
Originally, this was something Dad and Mom should have done, but unfortunately, fate was unkind, and they left before Grandpa did.
When Mom passed away, besides Mo Jingchun, Grandpa was the saddest.
For one, a child lost his mother; for the other, a father lost his daughter.
How could it not make people sad and pained?
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Mo Jingchun rode his long-unused electric bike, with his sister Candy strapped to his chest with a sling, and headed leisurely to Grandpa's house with prepared gifts to bid goodbye to the year.
"Why hasn't Xiaochun arrived yet, Ni'Er, text your brother and ask."
