In W City, the night is deep, the stars are dotted, and the sultry day has passed again. Yin Xiaoyu was in the ward, leaning against the window and looking into the distance, tired and happy.

Zhang Ruili lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep quietly.

Yin Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Ruili on the hospital bed, full of thoughts, she thought of her deceased mother, this positive, full of positive energy, and a thin girl who never cried easily, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yin Xiaoyu pondered: Compared with the sudden death of the mother, sometimes, illness is a good thing, at least, it can allow relatives to have a process of psychological preparation.

Memories are always painful, recalling good things are gone, memories are only sad; Recalling bad things is like uncovering a scar that is about to heal or has healed, and re-revealing it to see it.

Yin Xiaoyu obviously knew that the past was unbearable, but there were some things that he naturally thought of. For example, when you see someone else's mother, you think of your own.

Knock knock, rounds! The door of the ward creaked, and an angel in white entered the room with a basin, Yin Xiaoyu faced the window, wiped away the tears on his face, and forced himself not to think nonsense.

After a routine check-up, the nurse left quickly. Maybe he was sleepy, Yin Xiaoyu and Yi fell asleep in bed, and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Yin Xiaoyu found that he was fluttering, unable to control his sense of direction, drifting, drifting, drifting to a familiar place, on the shore of the tree-lined path on the central island, the dust settled, and when he looked back, he was followed by a young man in white, Yin Xiaoyu wiped his blurred eyes, the young man became clearer and clearer, his eyes were strong and powerful, and he smiled gently in his masculinity.

Yin Xiaoyu was a little drunk, his whole body was weak, he stumbled a step, his body was weightless, and he accidentally fell into the lake.

This is Yin Xiaoyu's fall into the lake again in a dream. Every time he fell in a dream before, Yin Xiaoyu always asked Han Bing for help, he couldn't do anything, and it seemed that something bad happened.

But this time, Yin Xiaoyu didn't want to rely on Han Bing, so he swam his body hard, climbed up desperately, and tried his best to finally grab a tree root on the shore. Yin Xiaoyu grabbed the root of the tree and appeared in front of Han Bing, his whole body was wet, his shoulder-length short hair was soaked, and the water droplets were drip down his cheeks, like a hibiscus out of the water, beautiful.

Han Bing saw Yin Xiaoyu fall into the water from a distance, ran over anxiously, and saw Yin Xiaoyu emerge on his own, his tense expression instantly stretched, fleeting, and a sad face surged between his eyebrows. Han Bing had a hunch, I don't know if it's good or bad? He doesn't seem to be able to help Yin Xiaoyu with anything?

Yin Xiaoyu has experienced the pain of losing her father and mother, and her heart is no longer the slightest fragile, her thin body can bear the burden of a thousand catties, and her strong heart can withstand all kinds of hardships in the world.

In the hospital ward, Zhang Ruili woke up before Yin Xiaoyu. Zhang Ruili sat up and was about to call Yin Xiaoyu, when she found that she was sweating profusely and her hands were clutching the bedside table drawer. Zhang Ruili wanted to speak and stopped, after a few days of hospitalization, hanging water to lower blood pressure, I feel much better today. Think about the son and the husband, where? When he was sick, he was closest to Yin Xiaoyu, who was not a relative, and after he was discharged from the hospital, he must find a suitable opportunity to recognize this daughter.

Zhang Ruili had been lying on the hospital bed for too long, her legs were a little numb, and her whole body was sore.

Zhang Ruili slowly walked to Yin Xiaoyu's small bed and helped her fold the air conditioner quilt, this child is a little cute when he falls asleep.

Zhang Ruili stretched out her motherly gentle hand and wanted to wipe the beads of sweat from Yin Xiaoyu's forehead, but unexpectedly, Yin Xiaoyu woke up in a dream, and when she opened her eyes, it turned out to be an aunt.

At this time, the doorbell of the ward rang, accompanied by an intimate voice, Mommy, Mommy, Mom······

Zhang Ruili smiled like a flower, her son is back? Mom misses you so much.

Yin Xiaoyu was relieved, and Dead Jingjing finally returned.

Zhou Jingjing pushed open the door and walked to her mother, smelly, drove directly from G City to the hospital, and drove the father and son in turn all night, hurried and hurried, and came to the hospital early in the morning.

Zhang Ruili leaned over and hugged her son's shoulder, her mother almost hung up, why didn't she come back earlier?

Mom, I can't help myself, the old man has the final say.

At the mention of the old man, hey! What about the old man?

The old man rushed back to the company, there was a lot of information that the old man needed to sign, and a lot of people were waiting for the old man to return to the company, in order to make money, there was no way, Mom.

Little Thorn Old, help your dad speak? I'm your own mother!

Zhou Jingjing shouted injustice, Mom, I didn't help the old man. I'll help you, I'll help you, Mom!

After Zhou Jingjing finished speaking, she kissed Zhang Ruili on the face. Zhang Ruili looked at her filial son and smiled.

Yin Xiaoyu looked at Zhou Jingjing and Zhang Ruili's mother and son and got along in harmony, this is family affection, right? It's a pity that Yin Xiaoyu no longer has this kind of family affection.

Dear Mother, are you okay over there? This kind of pale and weak greeting, knowing that it is impossible for the mother who has turned to dust to hear it, Yin Xiaoyu still hopes to know the answer in her heart. Maybe it's not the answer.

In order to live, Yin Xiaoyu is away all the year round and cannot fulfill her filial piety, and her mother is unwilling to wait until she is old, what a cruel family affection, the family affection that she said she would leave, and her mother, who left in an instant, did not leave a word for Yin Xiaoyu. Yin Xiaoyu always thinks of her mother, regrets and regrets for life.

Mother, dear, dear, where are you? My daughter misses you.

Yin Xiaoyu longs for maternal love and an ordinary family affection, but where is it? Where is the mother? Where is a mother's love?

When Zhang Ruili saw her son, she forgot everything, and pulled Zhou Jingjing to nag constantly, from eating to washing, from Xiaohua next door to Xiaoqiang in the kitchen. Trivial and boring, Zhou Jingjing's ears are about to become calloused.

Zhou Jingjing just listens to her mother, she should be with uh-huh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, good······

Yin Xiaoyu's emotions are all written on his face, Zhou Jingjing, who grew up together, understands Yin Xiaoyu, and touches the scene again, right? The childhood friend who is so strong in his bones has been more worried since Yin's mother died.

Since the death of her mother, Yin Xiaoyu has been sentimental at times, which is the sign and price of maturity. If maturity comes at the cost of losing the closest and most important person in her life, she would rather never understand the world.

Zhou Jingjing is a little worried, the pain of losing her mother and the burden of life are all on Yin Xiaoyu alone, can she?

Some unbearable things in life will always pass, and the pain of life will always have an end, Yin Xiaoyu believes that if you try to do everything well, including trying to be strong and forgetting, you will definitely be able to live happily.

With Zhou Jingjing taking over in the ward, Yin Xiaoyu simply freshened up and went directly to work in Ruili Shoes.