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That night, for once, Han Yao saw the moon at her hometown. Unexpectedly, it was going to be winter and the moon in her hometown was still bright.

Han Yao imitated the way her grandmother took care of her in the past and patiently took care of her brother and sister.

Han Yao was a little hungry right now, so she took the silver ear soup and took a sip. The silver ear was extremely sticky and smooth, automatically going from her mouth to her stomach.

Han Xuelian watched her daughter eat the entire small bowl, her heart also feeling very sweet.

"Mom, according to how you feed me, I'll soon become fat like a pig."

Han Xuelian carried another small bowl over and handed it over to Han Yao, smiling as she patted her daughter's shoulder and said, "You're too thin now, so it's better if you're a bit fatter. "You better not learn from those girls on TV to talk all day about losing weight. You're not fat at all, you have to eat well."

"Alright, alright."

Han Yao was probably pregnant, her appetite was really great, she drank two bowls of silver ear soup in a row. However, with so much sugar inside, Han Yao didn't dare to finish her sleep.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Han Xuelian held onto the needle, as if she was going to knit a woolen sweater. But, Han Yao looked at that woolen sweater, it was so small, that even her brother and sister couldn't wear it right?

Han Xuelian laughed, and used her rough fingers to gently stroke the hair at Han Yao's ear, tucking it behind her ear, before whispering, "This woolen sweater of mine, is for your future baby. Mom, I'm old, and I didn't give it to you. I'm supporting you, so I want to do something while my eyes are still on you. This knitting sweater, Mom bought good wool, good air, they said, this is for the baby to wear. Wearing warm clothes in winter, wearing breathable clothes in spring and autumn, it is not easy to develop prickly heat. "

Han Yao never thought that although her mother did not say it out loud, but, had she already done so much for her?

She shyly leaned on her mother's shoulder and whispered, "Mom, I'm still too early …"

Han Yao caressed her stomach gently with her fingers and told the baby in her heart, "Grandmother has made you new clothes, baby, you are so happy. You have to grow up obediently. When you grow up, you have to be good to your grandmother. Don't learn from your mother ….

Thinking about it, Han Yao turned her head and told her mother about her grandmother's situation, and could not help but feel sad.

"Yao'er, it is not easy for you to work alone outside. Your grandmother's many years of shortcomings have accumulated together. Wait a moment. "

As Han Xuelian spoke, she put down the needle in her hand and turned around to enter the house. After rummaging for a while, she took out a handkerchief from her chest.

Han Yao laid on the ground beside the door, watching her mother open the handkerchief layer by layer.

After being wrapped in a total of three layers, Han Yao finally saw the real body inside.

A postal passbook!

The red one was the oldest kind of passbook.

Han Xuelian looked at the deposit book and laughed. She blew off the dust on it and said proudly to Han Yao, "The money that you sent mother was not spent by mother, you keep them all. You were brought up by your grandmother, and you were filial. "Mom knows it's not easy for you to be outside. Your mom will treat this money as your dowry."

Han Yao received the passbook, and looked at it for a while …

There were actually close to a hundred thousand people in the upper echelons!

When she was in college, she had been working, not only to support herself, but also to send money to her home. Unexpectedly, after all these years, Han Yao had mailed almost a hundred thousand yuan to her family.

Moreover, what was even more shocking to Han Yao was that her mother did not spend a single cent.

"Mom... You're at home with your brother and sister. How are you going to live? "

His sister and his sister were twins, and he was fourteen years old this year. Because he was studying late, he had just graduated from junior high school this year and was about to enter high school. How difficult it was for a mother to support her two children in their studies!

"Yao'er, don't blame your mother for not doing your duty of care and raising you."

After Han Xuelian finished, she wiped away her tears.

In fact, although she had grown up with her grandma, her mother had often knitted sweaters or planted vegetables and sent them to her grandma's house when she was young. Han Yao still remembered that when she was young, other people would wear sandals, but she did not. Mom took off the wool from her old clothes and hooked up a pair of shoes. Many of her friends were envious of the delicate flowers on the shoes.

"Mom, I don't blame you. You did very well. In Yao'er's heart, you will always be a good mother. "

The mother and daughter duo reminisced for a while. Han Yao insisted that her mother keep the deposit book, and that she use it whenever her family needed it. As for her dowry, she was still young and could still earn some money.

Han Xuelian once again wrapped up her passbook, then sat back down on the chair and continued knitting. Han Yao looked at her bent head and clearly realized that her mother was old, her mother was old, her hair was white, and even her eyes were not as good as before.

"Oh right, Yao'er, last time you came to our village, was your superior, did he expel you after he went back? "Did Mom say something wrong with the people in the village?"

After his mother said this, Han Yao suddenly remembered her purpose in coming back.

"Mom, no, I left on my own accord. I've found a better company, a better growth, and a higher salary, don't worry. I'm fine outside, don't worry. "Besides, that boss even called me to get me to go back to work and keep praising you guys for your passion."

Since Han Yao had said so, then Han Xuelian's mood would also be better.

"Is that so?"

"Of course."

Han Yao paused, looked at her mother's smiling face, and added, "Mom, that's right, the last time my superior came, did he ask about Ji Cheng?"

Han Xuelian put down the wool and needles in her hand, and looked at Han Yao, sighing deeply.

"Yao'er, have you not forgotten about Ji Cheng yet?"

In fact, everyone in the village knew of the relationship between Han Yao and her. If Han Yao had to forget about it, that would be impossible. However, more than a year had passed, Han Xuelian never thought that her daughter would still be concerned about her.

"Mom, you misunderstand. I'm not asking because I haven't forgotten, I'm just asking casually. "

"Oh. Your boss didn't ask too much, it was just that last time we were at the edge of the field, we had a chat with Ji Cheng's mother. " After Han Xuelian said this, she put down the needle and thread in her hand and said to Han Yao, "It's getting late, go to bed early."