Zhou Qianxi was still in a huge shock and couldn't come back to her senses. She subconsciously grabbed the soft fabric of the scarf. This was the first time Yi Liao gave her a gift when she grew up... She never thought that there would be such a day.

After reacting, Zhou Qianxi's eyes were already wet. She hugged Yi Liao, and finally put down her delicate and flawless disguise for more than 20 years, and cried and said, "Son, mom is sorry for you... Mom owe you too much..."

Missed his first time wearing a red scarf, missed his first parent-teacher meeting, missed his first full mark, missed all his graduation ceremonies... At the age when they should have held his hand to play in the amusement park, they have been traveling around the crew and various evening parties.

Zhou Qianxi couldn't imagine how every time she showed a perfect smile in front of the camera, how the little Yilan sat alone in front of the TV and watched her.

When she was middle-aged, she filmed many mothers' dramas and began to learn to look back on the first half of her life. She gradually realized a little bitterness. She finally admitted that in the past twenty years of growth, Yi Lan was not a left-behind child, but was better than a left-behind child.

So, no matter how cold her son is to him, she accepts it all, because it is her sin.

But now, the most injured child patted her back gently and comforted her, "No, you have done a good job."

Zhou Qianxi cried in vain. She was not worthy of Yi Lan's praise.

Yi Liao helped her mother clean up the things on the dining table and took the initiative to take on the work of washing dishes. The mother and son opened their hearts for the first time in the kitchen.

"I'm not a good mother." Zhou Qianxi slowly wiped the table and faced her heart. "I actually regret it. If I could choose, I hope to go back to your childhood and grow up with you again."

Yi Liao replied with an irrelevant sentence: "Mom, do you think that things in the world are actually difficult to achieve both ways?"

Zhou Qianxi looked at him in a daze.

"I used to think I was too unlucky. I couldn't do this or that. Other children had it, but I didn't." Yi Liao smiled self-deprecatingly, "Until one day someone said that you were actually lucky than most people."

Thinking of Su Yumian, Yi La's heart felt like the moonlight shining in his heart, and the whole heart was covered gently.

Before my mother could answer the conversation, he continued, "I thought about it carefully and it was really like this. From childhood to adulthood, I have no worries about food and clothing, and I can get the best educational resources. Now I am not successful, but at least I am a good person." He stacked up the washed dishes, and the water traces reflected the light spots under the lamp, reflecting them in his eyes. "And these are all provided by you, and you have earned your hard work. It can be said that without you, there would be no me now. I should be grateful for this alone."

Zhou Qianxi listened blankly. Twenty years have passed, and soon, her son's back became very tall and big, and she grew into a strong tree.

After a long silence, she suddenly laughed with relief. After two seconds, Yi Liao also laughed with it. Neither mother nor son said anything, but just smiled with relief, as if saying goodbye to her awkward past.

Outside the window, the fireworks to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new have not stopped. This is probably the most lively night of the year. Neither the elderly nor the children will go to bed early. There are thousands of lights in the city, and more than one billion people hold hands to enter a new future together.

Whether it is Su Yumian or YiLiao, this is a year-end worth remembering. In the last time, they both let go of the past and decided to welcome the new year with a new attitude.
Chapter completed!