The mother and son talked openly once, and were good to each other, and they would not be so awkward or so sensitive.
This relationship always takes the first step.
When the lady realizes her problem, even if she eases a little bit in a year, it can be alleviated.
Yuan Ma believes that life is short and it is also a fate to be a family. One day, they will shake hands and make peace, and everything is developing in a good direction.
Upstairs, in a room.
Han Yunzhi took out the scarf knitted himself and gently surrounded one of them around his daughter-in-law's neck.
He helped her tie it up with kindness, and his movements were very gentle, "Do Huahua like this color system?"
As a girl, Tong Hua was very sensitive and asked slightly surprised, "Is this what you knitted?"
"Uh-huh."
She was still very happy that she could be guessed by her daughter-in-law.
Always smiling, she helped her organize the corners and corners, "You and Yuchuan are the same ones, they are couples styles. Do you like it?"
"I like it." Tong Hua kept looking down at her for helping her tie the scarf, "How could you knit a scarf?"
"Learn." She replied, "As long as you want to learn in your heart, no matter how difficult it is, you can learn it."
Lu Yuchuan stood aside and watched, and listened, he remained silent.
After Han Yunzhi helped Tong Hua tie the scarf, she became a little nervous. She took out another scarf from the bag and didn't dare to see her son.
Tong Hua gave in to the side, looked at her mother-in-law, and then to her husband.
Han Yunzhi stood in front of her son, slowly raised her eyes, and plucked up the courage to face his sight. The smile on her face was a little less natural.
"By the way, I want to call Teacher Mu." Tong Hua seemed to suddenly remembered. She took out her cell phone and said to the mother and son, "The scarf is very warm, I like it very much. Thank you mom, I'll go out and call first
It's a phone call."
After she finished speaking, she took a step out, quickly left the room, and then closed the door.
Both the mother and son knew what Tong Hua meant. The call might be true, but they were not in a hurry.
Lu Yuchuan, who was tall and tall, stood silently in front of his mother.
Han Yunzhi was holding a scarf in her hand, even with her eyes careful, "Yuchuan, this scarf was knitted by her mother. You and Huahua each have one, I hope you like it."
Seeing Lu Yuchuan's restraint made him feel a little distressed.
He couldn't remember the last time when his mother stood in front of him so close, which year, month and day.
He had no impression of his relationship with his mother.
She never even looked at him directly.
Looking at the deep wrinkles on my mother's face and the white hair on her temples, Lu Yuchuan suddenly realized that her mother was old...
Seeing that he didn't say anything, didn't resist, or said he didn't like it, Han Yunzhi mustered up the courage again, gently tiptoed, and wrapped the scarf around his neck.
At that moment, Lu Yuchuan also lowered his head because he was really too tall.
Han Yunzhi was a little shocked, but she was more happy. She didn't show it and carefully tied her scarf for her son.
When the fingers gently touched his skin, her heart would also be beating for half a beat, and then the temperature of his skin remained at the tips of her fingers.
"Okay." Han Yunzhi let go of her hand, she took two steps back and looked up at her son, "Mom is very happy that you can take this scarf."
The mother and son gathered their eyes, and Lu Yuchuan also plucked up the courage and said three words to her, "Thank you, mom."
And these seemingly simple three words are extremely precious to Han Yunzhi!!
She looked at him in surprise, and once thought she had heard it wrong!
Then, the smile on her face was happier than ever, "You're welcome, it should be!"
Lu Yuchuan saw the changes in her inner emotions from her mother's expression, but in fact, his heart was no longer calm.
But he didn't know what to say to her, and he was too exhausted.