After so many years, even if he wanted to wear the clothes that looked like a country bumpkin, no one would bother to sit under the lamp and knit for him stitch by stitch. Only then did he realize how rare and valuable a hand-knitted sweater is.
My hands touched the warm fur of the sweater, thinking of my mother's love when I was a child. Yearnings rolled in, and tears rolled down unconsciously.
He hurriedly wiped it with the back of his hand. The man was crying and would not shed it easily.
Chang Shang was startled.
The whole person's expression opened in a surprised "O" shape, "Ah, Chang Mian, what's wrong with you? If you don't like it, just say it. I'll give you another birthday gift, so you don't have to cry to me."
She actually made Chang Mian cry, and she was immediately at a loss as to what to do.
"Who is crying?" Chang Mian concealed his emotions, grabbed her into his arms, kneaded her tightly on his chest, and hugged her soft body forcefully: "Which eye of yours saw me crying?"
"Hmm...Chang Mian, you hugged me too tight." The sudden hug almost made her die, and she almost couldn't breathe.
"Bear it!"
Although Chang Mian said this, the strength in his hand relaxed a bit, and he buried his head in her neck, close to her ear, his voice was obviously deliberately concealed, but he still choked: "Thank you for the birthday gift, I
…I like it very much.”
Chang Chang only felt that his breath was moist and moist, following the roots of her ears and drilling into her heart, making her heart feel wet and warm.
Her mind was agitated. "You won't... be moved to tears, will you?"
No, it's just a sweater.
Changshang gave up this idea.
Chang Mian just held her waist tightly, his mood fluctuated.
"My mother also knitted sweaters for me when I was a child," the corners of his eyes were moist, and warmth radiated from the bottom of his heart: "It's a pity that I didn't know how to cherish it at that time. Now that I regret and look back on it, she will never knit me a sweater again.
"
"Chang Mian, do you miss your mother?" It turned out that he was crying because he thought of his parents?
She held her breath and stroked his back.
"Don't be sad. Your parents are the pillars of the country. They sacrificed their lives for the country. They must be in heaven and living a good life now."
Chang Shang's voice was soft and soft, and it went straight to the depths of his ears, and spread into his heart. The corners of his eyes were moist again. He was silent and did not answer her words. He just wanted to hold her...
Just hold her like this...quietly for a while...
"Chang Mian, are you in a better mood?" After a long time, Chang Shang felt that her body was a little stiff, and she couldn't help but ask, "If you feel better, can you let me go."
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while..." His voice seems to have not calmed down yet. What is not calming down is his heart, right?