In the fourth year after Su Fanglin's death, Su Tang felt heartache that she felt when she thought about her mother for the first time.

There is no sinner between them. The real mistake is the man who refuses to show up.

When the bus arrived, Su Tang packed up and got out of the bus. Standing at the intersection, her legs were as if they were filled with lead and could not move forward. She had not come back here for ten years, and had not seen her mother for ten years. Now Su Fanglin is still alive, and she can see her as soon as she gets home.

How should we treat it in what mood?

She took a deep breath and followed the road in her impression to find the door.

There are red bricks and green tiles, two-story small western-style building, with a garden in front and a vegetable garden behind. The white couplets on both sides of the gate are still covered with chairs by Su Tang. The blooming purple jasmine and phoenix flowers in the yard are very cute, and there are a lot of fruits on the thick orange trees.

But all this is not as small as the person standing in the yard at this moment.

The warm yellow light in the living room hit her, so gentle and beautiful. Su Fanglin was wearing a thin sweater, her hair was wrapped neatly behind her head. She stood there quietly, looking like she was quiet.

Su Tang knew that time was not peaceful at all. Fate was unfair to Su Fanglin, but time was her biological mother. Su Fanglin was forty-two years old this year, but she looked only thirty-five. Looking at her and then looking at Su Tang, you will know that Su Tang's appearance was inherited from Su Fanglin. Especially those eyes, compared with Su Tang's cleanliness, there was more time in her eyes.

"Who are you looking for?"

Su Fanglin's voice interrupted someone's thoughts. Su Tang was in a hurry and didn't know how to react. He pushed open the yard door dullly and shouted: "Mom."

"Tang Tang?"

When Su Tang appeared in the light, Su Fanglin confirmed that it was really Su Tang. She just saw a person standing there, and only a blurred figure was seen in the night. She thought it was Su Tang, but the other party had short hair. She was not sure, but she didn't expect that this person was really Su Tang.

"I thought it was you, but I didn't dare to recognize you. You, did you cut your hair?"

"Yes." Su Tang locked the yard door and turned around and smiled at Su Fanglin. But when she looked at Su Fanglin carefully, she felt that her eyes were itchy and tears just flowed down.

Su Tang looked up at the sky, and his hands kept fanning beside his eyes. He was afraid that Su Fanglin would think randomly, and he smiled and joked: "I don't know what happened these two days, but bricks have entered his eyes."

She held back her tears, calmed her mood, and sorted out her emotions: "Mom, is the meal ready? I'm almost starving to death."

As he said that, he stepped forward and held Su Fanglin's arm.

"Ah? OK OK."

Su Fanglin looked at Su Tang's hand holding it, as if Tang Tang had never spoken so cutely to her, and was a little flattered.

The wooden Eight Immortals table was filled with the prepared dishes, Su Tang lifted the fly-proof cover, four dishes and one soup, sweet and sour meat, rice noodles with meat sauce, fried lotus root, blanched river shrimp in water, and stewed pork ribs soup with corn and carrots.

Typical home-cooked side dishes are all Su Tang likes to eat.

Why didn't she find out before?

Her nose became sore again. She pinched her nose without saying a word, choked suddenly, and held back her tears.

Before Su Fanglin asked what was wrong, she didn't say hello: "The air is too dry and a little stuffy. Mom, let's have a meal. I'm so hungry."

Su Fanglin picked up the chopsticks and quickly hit Su Tang's hand with the other end: "Go and wash your hands."

"Okay."

That night, Su Tang ate two bowls of rice for the first time, and almost all the dishes were eliminated. Su Fanglin was frightened by Su Tang's appetite, and her daughter was not necessarily so edible before.

After Su Tang ate two bowls of rice, he stood up with an empty bowl. Su Fanglin thought she was going to serve the rice. She got up and took the bowl from her hand: "Can you still eat it?"

As long as Su Tang said it was OK, Su Fanglin immediately went to serve the third bowl of rice.

"No, no..." Su Tang wrapped her sweet and sour meat in her mouth and shook her head, "I'm full, I want to drink a bowl of soup."

Su Fanglin doubted for the first time whether Su Tang had carried the wrong person in the hospital.

"Have you caught fire in your canteen these weeks?"

"Where is there? Mom, what delicious food you cook?"

Su Fanglin's hand that the soup handed to her pause, but fortunately the soup was dissatisfied and did not overflow. Su Tang took it from her, not realizing that something was wrong with Su Fanglin.

"Mom, have you eaten?"

Su Tang drank the soup and felt that he had pressed down the food in his throat and felt a little more comfortable. Seeing Su Fanglin cutting fruit with her back to her, she asked, and she had only eaten half a bowl.

"It's ready." Su Fanglin brought the cut oranges to the table and put them in front of Su Tang.

"You'll be full after eating this little, no wonder you're so thin."

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

Su Tang looked at the orange and touched his stomach: "Mom, I'm full too."

"Eat again later."

After a while? After a while, she would not have any stomach.

"Aunt Fang——"

A sound like an oriole saved Su Tang, who was about to be struck to death. Su Tang was spread on the table and didn't want to move. He watched a girl with a ponytail jump in at the door.

Bright eyes and white teeth, a little baby fat. She was wearing a school uniform like Su Tang, but the words "Zexian No. 4 Middle School" were printed behind the clothes. The little girl was holding a plate in her hand with the newly picked figs on it. She saw Su Tang after entering the door, and was stunned for a while, then jumped to her and shouted sweetly: "Sister Tang Tang, you are back."

Su Tang waved his hand, so much that he had no strength to speak.

Su Fanglin: "Tiantian, have you eaten?"

Zhang Tiantian is as famous as her name. The 14-year-old girl has a mouth like she has been painted with honey all the time. She can be called the sweetest little girl on this street. Although her mouth is sweet, she is not smooth at all, and there is almost no one who doesn't like her.

Tiantian is her nickname, but people who know her call her that. After a long time, most people now don’t know what her real name is, and they all call her Tiantian.

Their house is next door, and there is a big fig tree in the yard. It is her house.

Su Fanglin was washing dishes in the kitchen. Zhang Tiantian was in a loud voice and shouted to the kitchen: "Aunt Fang, I've eaten it. My brother just put some figs down, and my mother asked me to give you some to taste."

"Your brother is back?"

"Well, school holidays are on, go home for the holidays." Zhang Tiantian replied to Su Fanglin's words obediently, but her eyes kept circling on Su Tang.

"Sister Tang Tang, when did you cut your hair?"

"Does it look good?"

Zhang Tiantian stretched out her hands and gave a thumbs up: "I'm so pretty!"

"Tiantian is Tiantian, so well-behaved."

"It's not that I'm sweet-mouthed, it's that Sister Tang is pretty. Your hairstyle is rare, it's so beautiful."

Su Tang reached out to pinch her face and smiled and said, "I have vision."

"That..." Zhang Tiantian suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously. She looked in the direction of the kitchen and confirmed that Su Fanglin was still in the kitchen. Then she continued, "That Sister Tang Tang, my friends asked you when will you still have time?"

"I'll take three days off, what's wrong?"

"If you have time, let's go." Zhang Tiantian reached out to grab the air.
Chapter completed!