The ashtray was originally holding a notebook. After she took it away, the notebook was immediately blown to the rustling pages by the wind from the window, and then the door of the study closed with a loud bang.

She went to the window, closed the window, and then went back to her desk to put away the diary.

Inadvertently, she glanced at the diary. Those words were written askew. It should be the diary that Lu Tianyi began to write when he was very young.

She quickly closed her diary. She knew it was immoral to peek at other people's diaries.

Even her son shouldn't peek.

She pressed an ashtray on her diary.

Looking at the diary pressed by the ashtray, her heart was full of curiosity. She wanted to know what Lu Tianyi's diary would write when she was a child?

She struggled with her heart for a few minutes. Finally, she couldn't help her curiosity. She still took away the ashtray and opened her diary.

When she opened the first page, she saw a yellow paper, which was folded well. Sandwiched in the first page, she wanted to know her son's past. She couldn't help it. She opened the yellow paper and opened it as a picture.

There is a round table and a chair in the drawing paper. There is a cake on the round table. On the chair sits a woman with a headscarf and a smiling mother. A little boy with a red scarf sits on the woman's thigh, holds the woman's waist tightly with both hands, puts his head on his mother's chest, tilts his head, and looks at his mother smiling brightly.

The bottom of the painting reads: mother's arms, November 20, 20XX.

November 20 is Lu Tianyi's birthday.

Looking at the picture, her eyes were completely wet and finally shed two lines of tears.

Her hands trembled slightly as she held the picture.

When Lu Tian was 11 years old and four months old, she sent him back to Lu's house. He left her for 26 years. She owed him too much in these 26 years.

Looking at this picture, she knew how much Lu Tianyi longed for maternal love, but she didn't do well and was a very unqualified mother.

Two lines of tears fell out of control and fell on the diary.

Her blurred eyes saw her tears falling on her son's notebook. She was frightened. Afraid of damaging his diary, she quickly reached out and took out a few paper towels to wipe away the tears on the diary.

When I lower my head to wipe my notebook, my eyes just fall on the crooked font.

On November 20, 20XX, my grandparents and I came back to Yuncheng for our first birthday.

November 20, 20XX, was his sixth birthday. If she remembered correctly that year, she bought a cake and lit six candles in country m far away. She was happy for more than three years to celebrate her birthday with her. Happy for three and a half years old was very sensible. Seeing the birthday cake and six candles, she also asked her, mom, whose birthday is today. At that time, she lied casually. Today is her mother's birthday, The next year her birthday became November 20.

She raised her hand, wiped away the tears with a paper towel and sucked her nose.

Lift your heavy right hand and open the second page.

In June 1st, 20XX, children's day, class 61 celebration activities, invited parents to participate, other children are mothers playing games with them, I am my grandmother playing games with me.

This was written on children's day when he was six and a half years old. This is the fifth children's day she owes him.

Lift up those hands that seem to weigh thousands of kilograms and turn to the third page.

On November 20, 20XX, I came back to Yuncheng for my second birthday. This year is so lively. In addition to my grandparents accompanying me, two guests came, aunt Wen and naughty Guan Zhi Cheng.

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