"This is the first and only photo of me and my mother."
Shen He looked at the group photo in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
"This painting is very beautiful, thank you for the gift."
Shen He's mother took the photo and nodded repeatedly, looking very satisfied.
The two people standing together in the same frame actually look like a mother and daughter, which is really incredible.
She looked at Shen He in the photo and seemed to see herself in her youth.
"By the way, Jiangning Jianghe, are you hungry? You haven't had lunch yet, right?"
At this time, the mother asked.
It was lunch time now, and the two children came all the way to join their relatives, but they ran away in vain. They probably hadn't had lunch yet.
Jiang Ning and Shen He looked at each other, and finally Jiang Ning shook his head and said, "Auntie, to be honest, we did not have lunch."
In fact, Jiang Ning was not hungry. He said this because he hoped to help Shen He eat the bowl of noodles in his memory again.
"Then Auntie will cook for you. We happen to have food at home."
Mother rolled up her sleeves and immediately prepared to go to the kitchen.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning quickly called Shen He's mother: "Auntie, there's no need to go to such trouble. If you can, just make us a bowl of noodles."
"Noodles? Do you like noodles?"
The mother's face was filled with a smile: "It happens that my daughter also likes to eat the noodles I make. She pesters me to make them for her every now and then. If she doesn't agree, she will act like a baby."
"Well, you guys go sit in the living room for a while, and I'll go to the kitchen and make some noodles."
Mother placed Jiang Ning Shen He in the living room, poured them two cups of steaming tea, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.
"Senior sister, it turns out your family is so big."
After his mother walked away, Jiang Ning turned to Shen He beside him and said.
Shen He's home has a large courtyard with a fish pond and several green fruit trees.
There are many rooms in the home, such as study rooms, tea rooms, and children's toy rooms. There are many types of rooms, and none of them are repeated.
It seems that Shen He's family conditions were very good when he was a child.
"I didn't expect it to be so big." Shen He shook his head gently.
She didn't have the impression that there were only a few rooms in the house. She didn't have any impression of the study room or the tea room.
Now when I revisit my old place, I realize that there are so many rooms in my home.
Thinking about the past, she followed her mother all day long and never cared about how big the house was.
At this time, Jiang Ning's attention fell on a painting.
The painting hangs in a prominent position on the wall. The content of the painting is a family of three.
The one with the beard is the father, the one with the long skirt is the mother, and the one with two braids is probably the child.
This should be Shen He's work when he was a child, because he only has kindergarten-level painting skills.
But even so, her parents still framed her paintings as precious treasures and hung them on the wall.
Jiang Ning couldn't help feeling that before her mother passed away, the atmosphere in this family was really harmonious and happy.
"Sister, look there."
Shen He looked along the direction of Jiang Ning's finger. It was a beautiful little white skirt, but it was not finished yet and was still in the sewing stage.
"Do you still have an impression of this skirt?" Jiang Ning asked.
Shen He shook her head slightly. She had no memory of what happened when she was a child.
She had no impression of the Xiao Zhang family her mother had mentioned before, or the dress in front of her.
While the two were talking, their mother came over with steaming noodles.
She noticed Jiang Ning and Shen He staring at the little skirt, so she explained with a smile: "My daughter's birthday will be in a few days."
"She always said that she was a beautiful glazed lily, so I thought of making her a glazed lily-style skirt, which would fulfill the little one's wish."
"Come on, the noodles are ready. Eat them while they're hot."
It turns out that Shen He was so cute when he was a child.
Say that you are a beautiful glazed lily.
The contrast with the otherworldly appearance now is huge.
Jiang Ning could not connect the cold little senior sister with her childhood.
He quietly looked at Shen He's expression, but found that Shen He was neither sad nor happy, without any ups and downs.
Because Shen He has no impression of what his mother said.
She used to... wish she could become a glazed lily?
This wish must be a good one, right?
Shen He didn't dwell too much on such a trivial matter. She picked up her chopsticks and looked at the delicious noodles in front of her.
Although Jiang Ning had given her noodles to eat in the past, they were always different from the noodles made by her mother.
After many years, Shen He once again tasted the bowl of noodles that he had always remembered in his memory.
She suddenly felt a bit sore in her nose. She didn't know whether it was because the noodles were too hot, or because she finally got her wish.
"Auntie, can you tell me your daughter's story? I think it's very interesting."
At this time, Jiang Ning asked.
He noticed Shen He's mood swings. If it continued like this, his mother would notice something was wrong, so he took the initiative to open the topic and divert attention.
Sure enough, when her mother learned that Jiang Ning wanted to know the story of Shen He's childhood, she immediately became interested.
"You also think my daughter is cute, right? Well, Auntie will tell you her past story."
"When my daughter was young..."
In the living room, the two children were holding noodles and eating them with gusto, while the young mother was leaning on the chair and reminiscing about the past.
She has a very good memory and remembers everything related to Shen He clearly.
Even some inconspicuous things, as long as she finds them interesting, she will tell them to Jiang Ning.
Shen He lowered his head and ate noodles, silently listening to what happened when he was a child.
She has no memory of most of what her mother said, but she didn't expect her mother to remember it so clearly.
It is said that a father's love is like a mountain and a mother's love is like water.
My mother always expresses her love silently in her own way.
"Sister, we are leaving."
The two hours were almost over, Jiang Ning looked at Shen He beside him.
The mother stood up and tried to persuade her to stay: "Aren't you going to sit down for a while? My husband should be back soon."
"Auntie, we won't sit down anymore. We don't have much time left." Jiang Ning shook his head gently.
"Then, come and play when you have time. You are always welcome at my home," the mother said.
She didn't know why, but when Jiang Ning and Shen He were leaving, she suddenly felt a little sad.
Shen He didn't say anything, he just took three steps and looked back, reluctant to leave this family and his mother.
Even though she was reluctant to leave, she knew she had to leave now.
She was already satisfied to be able to see her mother and eat a bowl of noodles made by her mother again, and she really shouldn't ask for anything else.
Shen He steeled himself and forced himself to move forward without looking back.
Because she was afraid to look back and see her mother and be reluctant to leave.
"He'er."
At this time, my mother's call sounded behind me.
Shen He turned around instinctively.
She found that her mother behind her had already burst into tears.
"You, you are really my He'er."
