Two hours is not a long time, not a short time. It is enough for two strangers to build a certain degree of impression.
During these two hours, the mother had been secretly observing every move of the two children.
There was something strange about her.
That is, from beginning to end, the white-haired girl named Jiang He never called her aunt, even once.
If the girl is said to be withdrawn and taciturn, it is understandable that she would not want to call anyone.
But her eyes were kind and kind.
She wanted to get close, but she didn't want to call her aunt.
This struck the young mother as strange.
Most people would not object to calling aunt, unless the person being called has another identity.
In addition, the girl's expression and movements when eating noodles are exactly the same as her daughter.
This is exactly what my daughter will look like when she grows up.
"My daughter has grown up and come back to see me."
My mother couldn't figure out why she suddenly had such strange thoughts in her mind.
But once the thought occurs, it never goes away.
The more she looked at the girl, the more she felt that she was her daughter.
Although she couldn't explain what was going on.
When leaving, my mother tentatively called Shen He's nickname.
The moment Shen He turned around, her mother was sure that the girl in front of her was her daughter.
Because even if your age and appearance change, some habits and demeanor cannot be changed.
"He'er, why have you become like this?"
His mother stepped forward and hugged Shen He tightly, crying so hard that she couldn't stop crying.
In her impression, Shen He was lively, cheerful, and innocent.
But now Shen He has completely lost the innocence of a child.
And that long hair as white as snow...
What on earth has this child experienced?
Seeing her beloved child become like this, the mother's heart was as sharp as a knife.
Shen He didn't answer, just shook his head: "Mom, don't tell anyone that we were here, okay?"
She had been wanting to call her mother before, but she held back.
Now, she could finally call out the title hidden deep in her heart openly.
"Okay, okay, mom promises you not to tell anyone." Mother nodded vigorously.
While the mother and daughter were talking, there was a knock on the door.
"Mom, open the door quickly. Dad and I are back."
"Mom, are you at home?"
"Senior sister..." Jiang Ning turned to look at Shen He.
Although I couldn't bear to interrupt the mother-daughter acquaintance, there wasn't much time left for them now.
Shen He let go of his mother with both hands: "Mom, I have to leave."
The mother nodded slightly, she could understand Shen He's difficulties.
Because if two Shen He appeared at the same time, the scene would be chaotic.
"Jiang Ning."
Before leaving, her mother specifically called Jiang Ning.
"While I'm away from home, I'll leave this child to you, Shen He."
She saw that Jiang Ning was close to Shen He, so she took the initiative to ask Jiang Ning for help.
Poor parents in the world, until this moment, mothers are still worried about their children.
Jiang Ning nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, auntie, I will take good care of Shen He."
After saying that, Jiang Ning took Shen He over the wall and left.
They had perfected their Qing Gong skills, and they left quietly without anyone noticing.
The mother wiped the tears from her face, took a deep breath to adjust herself, and then walked out of the courtyard and opened the door.
"At home, what good things did you buy?"
She tried her best to pretend to be relaxed, but her husband noticed something strange about her at a glance.
"My dear, why are you crying? What happened?"
"No, maybe it was because of the strong wind and sand in my eyes." My mother explained with a smile.
"Did anyone come to the house just now?"
The husband noticed the two cups of tea in the living room and asked again.
"No, I poured those two cups of tea just now. I thought I would drink them when you come back."
The husband was overjoyed when he heard this, lowered his head and said to little Shen He, "Your mother cares about us enough."
He was indeed thirsty and was about to pick up the tea on the table, but unexpectedly his wife poured down both cups of tea.
"My dear, why did you pour out the tea?" The husband was dumbfounded. He hadn't even drank it yet.
"Because you came back too late, the tea is already cold and unpalatable. I will make tea for you again."
"That's it, okay then." The husband nodded and didn't think there was anything wrong.
"Mom, what is this?"
At this time, young Shen He discovered the photos on the table.
"This, this is a painting drawn by my mother. It shows He'er and I when we grow up."
"Do you think it looks good?"
"It looks good!" Little Shenhe nodded.
"But why is He'er's hair white?"
"Because mom hasn't finished the painting yet, let's finish the painting together, okay?"
"good!"
Little Shenhe cheered, she loved playing games with her mother the most.
