"Mom, is this the Spring Festival? It's different from our home!" The son seemed to be still breastfeeding and stuck to Zhang Chuntao all day long.

To say that Zhang Chuntao felt bored, that was certainly not the case.

He just felt a little guilty. In the past, during the Spring Festival, his family would just symbolically go to a Chinese restaurant and order a table of dishes.

There has never been so much preparation as this year.

When Huang Ying heard what her grandson said, she immediately hugged the child in her arms and said gently, "Baby, how did you spend the Spring Festival in the past? Tell grandma!"

The boy immediately put his arm around Huang Ying's neck and said slowly, "It's fine if we just get by. We all buy dumplings from the supermarket. Mom never makes them."

Huang Ying shook her head, then quickly wrapped a dumpling and placed it in front of her grandson: "Your mother doesn't know how to make these. So, when you go back this time, I'll make some extra dumplings and you can take them back."

Without waiting for the child to agree, Zhang Chuntao immediately said, "Mom, please don't be like this. We will fly back when the time comes, and we won't be able to carry so much luggage."

Huang Ying pouted: "Isn't that what the child likes? You, as a mother, can't satisfy the child."

Zhang Chuntao bit her lip lightly and said nonchalantly, "Mom, I may not be able to satisfy all of his needs. But didn't you treat me the same way back then? Am I not living well?"

Huang Ying fell silent. She was indeed sorry for Zhang Chuntao's daughter's growth.

It was only on the night before New Year's Eve that Zhang Chuntao met Xiaohua and Shouhouer.

Xiaohua was much fatter than before. If she hadn't introduced herself, Zhang Chuntao wouldn't even have recognized her.

"Taozi, you really haven't changed much since you were back then!" When the two of them stood together, they didn't look like they were of the same generation.

Xiaohua sighed, "As expected, Taozi, you've taken good care of yourself, your husband is good, everything is going well, and you look young. As for me, I'm not good at anything. I'm almost forty, and I'm still working in a factory!"

At this time, a burly and honest-looking man stepped forward. He was now a skinny monkey, which was completely different from his image back then.

"We finally get to meet, let's talk about something happy." Shou Houer scratched his head. Seeing his former goddess, the love in his heart must have faded long ago. But he was still happy to see that Zhang Chuntao was doing well. "I work at the Public Security Bureau now."

"That's great!" Zhang Chuntao originally thought that she and Xiaohua would be the same as before, and would talk about everything after meeting.

But she found that this was not the case at all. When she stood in front of Xiaohua, she couldn't even find a topic to talk about.

When it comes down to it, it's because they are no longer from the same world.

"You don't run a barber shop anymore?" Zhang Chuntao finally found a topic to start with.

"It's been closed for a long time," Xiaohua said with a hint of melancholy in her eyes. "You may not know this, but the street where I live was later demolished as part of the old city renovation. I was a nail house owner for half a year back then!"

She suddenly became excited, put her hands on her hips, and showed Zhang Chuntao how fierce she was.

But Zhang Chuntao said, "But isn't this just nonsense?"

As soon as she said it, she realized she had said the wrong thing.

A blush flashed across Xiaohua's face, and she shook her head again, saying nonchalantly, "Taozi, you're right. You're being unreasonable. But I have no choice. I just want to make more money."

There was silence for a moment. The three of them looked at each other and hastily ended this gathering.

Zhang Chuntao saw them leaving and stepped on the ground, leaving a snow pit.

She thought that there were some people she would never see again in this life.

However, her depressed mood did not last long, and she was soon distracted by the sound of firecrackers during the Spring Festival.

Although many big cities have banned fireworks long ago, the control in small cities like Banxia is not as strict.

She walked in the thick snow, watching the children in winter clothes setting off firecrackers and chasing each other happily, and she also laughed.

Only during the Chinese New Year will there be more people in small cities.

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Chuntao looked at the almost overflowing dishes on the dining table and couldn't help asking:

"Mom, you cooked so many dishes, who can finish them all?"

"Hey, you should eat more!" Huang Ying ran around the living room with her grandson on her back: "And my eldest grandson, he has to be fat and white!"

"I'm leaving in two days. Who will eat so many leftovers?" Zhang Chuntao felt it was a waste, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"I eat it. I, your mom, love eating leftovers. Don't tell me it causes cancer. I've been eating like this my whole life!"

At this moment, Huang Ying's phone rang. She rushed over to take a look and said excitedly, "It's your brother calling! It's a video call!"

Zhang Chuntao subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she didn't expect Huang Ying to pull her over.

When she saw the unfamiliar face on the other side of the screen, the other party was equally surprised.

"Yang Xing, this is your sister, what are you standing there for!"

Zhang Chuntao unexpectedly discovered that neither she nor Yang Xing had any resentment towards each other.

The unhappiness of those childhood holidays has actually been carried away by time.

"Sister, Happy New Year!" Yang Xing could tell she was having a good time. He picked up a little girl and said, "Call me Auntie! This is my daughter!"

Zhang Chuntao sighed and picked up her son.

At that moment, she really felt that they were like a family.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Ying still held the phone and looked at it for a long time.

The longing for someone across the ocean cannot be resolved by a phone call.

"If you miss him so much, why don't you just move to the United States?" Zhang Chuntao asked in confusion.

"I'm used to it." Huang Ying smiled. "Besides, your Uncle Yang is still here. How could I just abandon him?"

"My dad is so pitiful." Zhang Chuntao pouted.

"Your father and I really can't go on like this. We have to be worthy of each other." Huang Ying looked out the window at the frozen lake: "People, like fallen leaves, return to their roots. My roots are here too."

Zhang Chuntao didn't say anything. She heard a burst of laughter. It turned out that her son was laughing out loud after watching the skits on the Spring Festival Gala.

On the third day of junior high school, Zhang Chuntao returned home with her son and left Banxia.

When the mother and son were sleeping together on the plane, the camera was focused on Huang Ying who was thousands of miles away.

She stood on the frozen lake outside the window, with snow behind her, dancing alone.

That scene moved countless viewers to tears and touched their hearts.

At this time, the interlude sung by Tang Yue sounded again.