The hope of returning home (1)

The new year passed by quickly.

Jiang Huai 'an's birthday was after the new year. The Xia family had personally bought their children's favorite dishes two days in advance, and their brows were relaxed.

On the day of her birthday, the Yang family's young master and a few other colleagues came to congratulate her, and two tables were set up.

Now, he was fourteen, and his nominal age was fifteen. He had become a big boy who could stand on the top of the family.

At night, the Jiang family set up a table for themselves.

Xia Shi drank a pot of peach wine, which was rare. On the table, she laughed and laughed, then cried.

She looked at her son and daughter in a daze, as if she was seeing the day she married Jiang yubai more than ten years ago.

"Mother, when I got married, I really thought that I would have to rely on him for the rest of my life."