It's just strange that there is still a sense of enthusiasm rising.

It reached the corner of the boy's eyes.

The boy felt a little hot at the corners of his eyes.

...

The boy took a deep breath silently.

He lowered his head a little more and more.

His eyes blinked hard a few times.

...

"Dong~"

There were ripples in the fish soup.

The boy's heart was thrilled.

He held up the soup bowl.

With the help of the soup bowl, I covered up the fact that I was crying.

...

"Xuanxuan, drink slowly."

The woman was a little worried.

"Although I've dealt with fish bones, it doesn't mean there are no thorns in the soup."

"Be careful not to get stuck."

...

"Um."

The boy nodded

But I didn't put down the soup bowl.

...

The woman shook her head helplessly.

"I like eating so much, so I'll make it for you tomorrow?"

...

Will you do it for him tomorrow?

The corners of the boy's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Um."

...

"real?"

The woman was surprised, "Will you get tired of eating for two consecutive days?"

...

"Won't."

The boy shook his head.

He will never get tired of the crucian carp tofu soup made by his mother.

...

"You."

The woman said with a smile.

"You said it."

"Then I'll make crucian carp tofu soup tomorrow."

"Save me to worry about what to do..."

...

This conversation goes back and forth...

When was the last time between him and his mother?

The boy doesn't remember it.

He just felt very happy.

Very happy.

He slowly put down the bowl.

His tears had stopped.

...

That night remained in the boy's memory.

Whenever I think of it, it always makes him feel hot and his nose feels sore.

But it is particularly warm and happy.

.........

That night passed and his life was back on track.

Mom is still the mother he remembers.

Home is the warmest harbor.

......

Even though the school still made him feel depressed, he felt that there was nothing left when he thought of his mother at home.

and......

He was not rejected by all his peers.

......

One Saturday, early in the morning, he came to a park near his home.

These days, because he was so happy that his original mother came back, he temporarily forgot the special gray-haired girl he met in the park.

Even if he remembers it, he doesn't have time to come.

He is now used to doing homework in the living room.

Then, as soon as I heard the sound of the door opening, I ran to the entrance to greet my mother.

My mother was a little helpless about this, but she didn't say anything about him.

He would help his mother put the bag back into the bedroom every time.

He originally wanted to help his mother get the food.

But my mother thought the bags that hold vegetables tasted good, and he had to wash his hands at that time. This was very troublesome, so he would not let him touch the bags that hold vegetables.

He naturally listened to his mother.

But he just wanted to do something for his mother...

Finally, he "started" with his mother's bag.

My mother did not reject him this time.

Every time, he cooperated very well and asked him to take away the bag.

...

The first time he took his mother's bag back to the bedroom, he couldn't stop the smile on his face.

He carefully put his mother's bag in place.

I quickly ran to the kitchen again.

My mother would "drive" him away and ask him to do his homework or review his homework.

He could only leave reluctantly.

He knew that his mother would be happy that he had achieved good results.

Last time he didn't do well in the exam, his mother signed for him and said nothing about him.

He has always been upset about this.

next time……

Next time he must get good grades for his mother to show.
To be continued...