Ye Wan and Feng Suheng looked at each other, then stood up and went to the kitchen.

The aunt was cooking and she raised her sleeves to wipe her face while cooking.

Seeing Ye Wan, the aunt forced a smile on her face, which was full of joy and gratitude. "Xiao Wan, when I first saw you, I thought you were a good kid with a kind face. Are you from the Homepage website? You must be gods from heaven who have come down to earth! I really don't know how to thank you!"

He looked back at the house, his eyes and face filled with an eagerness to go over and take a look. He didn't know how to face Ah Xi's guilt if he went there.

The aunt looked at Feng Suheng again, "Xiao Wan, this is..."

"He is Ah Xi's agent."

Ye Wan said softly: "Aunt, Ah Xi is a big star now, and Brother Heng is his agent who helps him manage his work and life."

I don't know what an agent does.

But the aunt remembered Ye Wan’s words “take care of work and life”.

He looked at Feng Suheng again, with the same gratitude and emotion as when he looked at Ye Wan just now, "Thank you for taking care of my Ah Xi for so many years! Later, the child's father and I will go to the temple to light the longevity lamp for you, and bless you to live a hundred years."

"Good man..."

The tears of joy did not stop the aunt from cooking. In a blink of an eye, four dishes and a soup were ready.

While inviting Ye Wan and Feng Suheng into the house, he quickly served the meal.

Just as her hand touched the edge of the plate, the auntie seemed to find it a bit simple, so she turned around and dragged out a few jars from the corner.

It was so dark that I couldn't see what was in the jar.

But as soon as the jar was opened, the fragrant aroma of pickled fish, pickled meat and rice wine filled the entire kitchen.

The aroma wafted all the way, and the aunt entered the house carrying a tray.

On the side, Uncle Sarah and Ah Gui were clearing the table and serving the dishes. In a blink of an eye, the small table was full.

Looking at He Sichen again and again, the aunt moved her mouth, but before she could say the words to invite him to eat, tears couldn't stop falling.

He Sichen looked at the aunt with tears in his eyes, "Auntie, you should eat with us."

Sure enough, when the aunt heard the word "Mom", she couldn't hold it anymore.

He nodded and covered his mouth as he went into the inner room.

After saying that, Uncle Sarah went into the inner room.

The sound of speaking.

The sound of crying and comforting each other.

The sound of rummaging through boxes.

As if he had been listening to the sounds outside with his ears perked up, he heard the three people put down their chopsticks and Uncle Sarah came out holding his wife's hand.

Both of them had a lot of things in their hands.

"Agui, come here..."

Uncle Sarah waved to his youngest son, walked to the table and sat down, handing one passbook to each of them. "Your mother and I have been saving money since the year you two were born. It's not much..."

Looking at Ah Gui, Uncle Sarah choked up and looked at He Sichen, "Ah Xi, Dad and Mom are sorry for you, but in the past 25 years, we have never forgotten you for a single day. You can blame us or resent us, it's all right. But please...please don't hate us!"

Regarding what happened back then, you can say they were foolish or ignorant, but they were wrong.

If they had the chance to do it again, they would rather risk their lives than let Uncle Mu Hei take Ah Xi away from them.

"Ah Xi, this is what your mother has made for you over the years..."

The aunt handed the things in her arms to He Sichen.

Small clothes, small shoes and bibs from childhood.

When I grew up, I would buy clothes and hats, as well as thick black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

After accumulating for 25 years, she now has a lot of things, all made by her.

Every stitch and every thread is mixed with her longing for her child.

Looking at the passbook in my hand, which was started 25 years ago, with a little money deposited into it every year but never withdrawn.

Then look at the clothes, hats, shoes and socks, big and small, that smell of the sun.

He Sichen felt sour and bitter in his heart. The little bit of entanglement that had been accumulating for a long time dissipated gently with his exhalation.