Han Xiyun quietly looked at his father's back, knowing that he was holding back his thoughts about himself.

"Xiyun, come upstairs, I made you a leather coat," Li Mei beckoned Han Xiyun upstairs.

Han Xiyun glanced at her father until her figure was hidden in the darkness before she went upstairs.

The home is spacious, and Li Mei is staying in Han Xiyun's bedroom at this time, with a delicate leather coat on the hanger.

"Xiyun, this is made of roe deer skin, your father hit two in the deep forest, and I made a set for you with roe deer skin," Li Mei touched the leather coat with her hand.

As a well-known designer, Han Xiyun can see at a glance that this leather coat definitely cost her mother a lot of effort.

Design, Make, Trim ...... It was all done by my mother.

From fur to buttons, every stitch is done by my mother.

Han Xiyun has mixed tastes in her heart, and all kinds of tastes are allowed in her heart.

"Mom, you don't have to make clothes for me, I don't lack anything in the capital," Han Xiyun choked.

"Xiyun, my mother is afraid that you don't have winter clothes to wear, so I want to call you home, take the leather clothes away, and you wear them during the Spring Festival, it's warm," Li Mei saw Han Xiyun crying and wiped her with her hand.

Han Xiyun felt an inexplicable sadness, her mother's hands were so rough that she felt a little tingling in her face.

"Mom, I haven't sent you hand cream all year round, why are your hands still so rough," Han Xiyun asked with a crying voice.

"I, I, I used it, but it didn't work," Li Mei's eyes dodged, not daring to look at Han Xiyun's eyes.

"Mom, you lied to me, you dodge your eyes as soon as you lie, this is your habit," Han Xiyun looked at Li Mei, her tone a little angry.

"I, I, this hand cream or something, I'm really not used to it, it's too troublesome, so I'll sell it to this mall, and then I'm going to buy you a house in the capital. ”

Han Xiyun was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Xiyun, come down and eat," Han Xiyun was about to say something to her mother when He Tianping's voice came from downstairs.

"Here, here," Li Mei hurriedly went down, "Xiyun, you try to see if it fits, if it doesn't fit, I'll change it again, you can take it with you this time." ”

Li Mei hurriedly went downstairs to help, and Han Xiyun stayed in the room, stroking the fur.

Han Xiyun tried it, it fit better, she secretly made up her mind to return to the capital to make a few winter clothes for her parents.

Han Xiyun came to the first floor, and Li Mei was helping her father serve breakfast outside.

The breakfast was plentiful, dumplings, hand-picked, brown sugar poached eggs......

Everything you need.

For fear that Han Xiyun didn't eat anything, Han Xiyun was just about to go into the kitchen to help.

"Xiyun, just sit there, don't move, your dad and I can do this," Li Mei saw Han Xiyun about to step into the kitchen, and hurriedly stopped her.

Han Xiyun saw that her mother's attitude was so strong, so she had to give up.

Obediently sat at the dinner table, waiting for his parents, and in a few moments, all the breakfast was already on the table.

Three pairs of chopsticks were placed on the table, Han Xiyun did not move the chopsticks, the elders came first, this is what her parents have always taught her.

"Xiyun, eat quickly, you must be hungry, there are not so many rules at home. Han Xiyun still didn't move her chopsticks.

"This kid," Li Mei moved her chopsticks first, and then Han Xiyun began to use her chopsticks and eat it heavily.

She was indeed hungry, she had not eaten much in England, and her stomach had already "growled".

And this is at home, no restraint, no need to take care of the appearance.

What her parents do is what Han Xiyun loves to eat, pork and cabbage stuffed dumplings, brown sugar poached eggs, and old hemp hand...... It's all what Han Xiyun likes.

picked up a dumpling and sent it to his mouth, he didn't care about dipping the sauce, and "huhu" Han Xiyun scalded it.

A stream of soup spurted out, and Han Xiyun hurriedly fanned it with her hand.

"This kid is still frizzy and frizzy, how can he still be like a child who hasn't grown up," Li Mei touched Han Xiyun's forehead dotingly.

"People are originally children," Han Xiyun was coquettish and cute, making a grimace.

"Come, drink some cold water, it's hot just now," I don't know when my father left his seat, got up and poured a glass of cold water.

"Thank you, Dad," Han Xiyun happily took the water cup.

"Eat quickly, slowly, don't choke," Li Mei patted Han Xiyun, for fear that she would be hot and choking again.

"Mom, why do you tell me to eat fast and ask me to slow down, do you want to be faster or slower?" Han Xiyun quipped.

"You kid, you know how to find fault," the mother pretended to be angry.

"Okay, okay, Mom, don't be angry, can't I say it?" Han Xiyun hurriedly apologized.

"Dad, I wish you a happy birthday," Han Xiyun got up.

He Tianping smiled, "Sit, sit, I'm happiest when you go home, this time going home won't delay your work, right?"

"I told your mother not to call you, we know that you are under too much pressure to compete in the capital, so we dare not let you come back. ”

"But your mother called you without telling me and called you back, you won't blame Dad, right?"

He Tianping was a little nervous when he spoke, for fear that Han Xiyun would blame him.

The expression of doing something wrong made Han Xiyun feel very distressed, and Han Xiyun's heart hurt like a knife.

For the first time, Han Xiyun saw her father in front of her like a child who had done something wrong.

What changed that made my father afraid of himself.

Not fear, but a dependence, and his father's old face kept flashing in front of him.

Han Xiyun is at a loss now, her parents are old, and she has never cared about them at all.

I just thought that I would send some things back home during the Chinese New Year, and I never thought about what they needed.

Now Han Xiyun understands that what parents need most is their own company.

The company of children is more precious than giving them money.

They hide everything in their hearts and refuse to tell anyone.

used his whole life to raise his children, but he couldn't receive the love of his children in his old age.

Old is a child, an old child, an old child.

Han Xiyun didn't understand what this meant, but she didn't understand it until now.

It's no wonder that sometimes I see the children of the next door coming home to visit their parents.

Their parents will look at each other from afar, and the expectation in their eyes may be looking forward to the company of their children.

Han Xiyun finished eating silently, returned to the bedroom, closed her eyes and rested.