A Painting

Su Ming Yuan drove to the old residence where his mother would often stay each time she returned to Y City. On their way to the residence, the two of them were talking about his mother's flight.

With a little traffic, the mother and son finally arrived at the house.

Su Ming Yuan pulled over the car at the parking space and turned to his mother. "Mom, you should go in first. I will help you to carry your luggage."

Su Rui nodded. "Alright. But be careful with it. I brought some souvenirs for your grandpa. It's a little fragile." After saying a few words, Su Rui alighted from the vehicle and headed to the house.

Su Ming Yuan watched her mother's figure from his SUV until he could no longer see her. Then, the smile on his face gradually faded. Su Ming Yuan recalled his last conversation with Zhang Yu Han and Feng An Yu the other day and wondered if his mother's sudden return might have something to do with his father.