If mother and son open up and talk for once, they will be good to each other, and they won't be so awkward or sensitive.
In this relationship, there is always a first step.
After Madam realizes her problem, even if it eases a little bit in a year, it can be alleviated.
Yuan Ma believes that life is short and it is 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 certain room.
Han Yunzhi took out the scarves she had knitted herself and gently wrapped one around her daughter-in-law's neck.
With a kind face, he helped her tie it up, and his movements were very gentle, "Hua Hua, do you like this color?"
As a girl, Tong Hua was very sensitive and asked slightly surprised, "You knitted this?"
"Uh-huh."
She was very happy to be guessed by her daughter-in-law.
Always smiling, he helped her tidy up the corners, "You and Yuchuan each have one. It's a couple's style. Do you like it?"
"I like it." Tong Hua kept looking down at her as she tied her scarf, "How come you know how to knit a scarf?"
"I learned it," she replied, "As long as you want to learn in your heart, you can learn it no matter how difficult it is."
Lu Yuchuan stood aside and watched and listened, remaining silent.
After Han Yunzhi helped Tong Hua tie her scarf, she became a little nervous. She took out another scarf from the bag and did not dare to look at her son.
Tong Hua stepped aside, looked at her mother-in-law, and then at her husband.
Han Yunzhi stood in front of her son, slowly raised her eyes, and mustered up the courage to meet his gaze. The smile on her face was a bit unnatural.
"By the way, I want to call Teacher Mu back." Tong Hua seemed to suddenly remember. She took out her mobile phone and said to mother and son, "The scarf is very warm. I like it very much. Thank you, Mom. I'll go out and make a call first."
Called."
After the words fell, she stepped out, quickly left the room, and then closed the door.
Both mother and son knew what Tong Hua meant. The phone call might be true, but they were not in a hurry.
Lu Yuchuan, a tall and slender man, stood silently in front of his mother.
Han Yunzhi held the scarf in his hand, even his eyes were cautious, "Yuchuan, this scarf was knitted by my mother. One for you and one for Hua Hua. I hope you like it."
Seeing his mother's restraint in Lu Yuchuan's eyes, he felt a little distressed.
He couldn't remember the last time, month or day when his mother stood so close in front of him.
He had no memory at all, and his relationship with his mother had always been very alienated.
She never even looked at him.
Looking at the deep wrinkles on his mother's face and the white hair at her temples, Lu Yuchuan suddenly realized that his mother was old...
Seeing that he didn't say anything, didn't resist, didn't say he didn't like it, Han Yunzhi plucked up the courage again, gently stood on tiptoes, and wrapped the scarf around his neck.
At that moment, Lu Yuchuan also lowered his head because he had really grown too tall.
Han Yunzhi was a little shocked, but she was more happy. She did not show it and carefully tied the scarf for her son.
When those fingers lightly touched his skin, her heartbeat would skip half a beat, and the warmth of his skin remained on her fingertips.
"That's it." After tidying up the corners, 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 accept this scarf."
The eyes of mother and son converged, and Lu Yuchuan mustered up his courage and said three words to her, "Thank you, Mom."
And these three seemingly simple words are extremely precious to Han Yunzhi!!
She looked at him in astonishment, thinking for a moment that she had heard wrong!
Then, the smile on her face was happier than ever, "You're welcome, as you should!"
Lu Yuchuan could see the emotional changes in his mother's heart from her expression. In fact, he was no longer calm inside.
But he didn't know what to say to her, he was at a loss for words.