At the intersection of Wuyi Lane and Changliu Lane, there are small stalls selling baked cakes, and the stall owner is a lame old woman, who has guarded this place for 20 years.

Twenty years ago, the old woman's son left his mother and left his hometown, wanting to go outside and return to his hometown. But a year, two years...... After all, he didn't come back, I don't know if he died outside or was blinded by the glitz, forgetting that there was a mother waiting for him at home.

The neighbors have some sympathy for this old woman, and the baked cakes she makes are big, so that a young and strong young man can explode even if he eats two. So there are always customers in front of the small baked cake stall.

Recently, the neighbors noticed that the smile on the old woman's face had increased, and someone asked her if her son had returned. The old woman shook her head and said, "My family."

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