I go north, you go south

Nan Zishu took out the brown brown velvet object under the skirt, only to find that it turned out to be a pair of rabbit wool gloves.

She is also very familiar with this pair of gloves.

During Nan Zishu's first year of college in Jiangcheng, he bought Liu Ying a pair of high-quality rabbit wool gloves with the first money he earned from part-time jobs.Then I gave it to my mother when I went home during the winter vacation.

Because Liu Ying's hands are particularly prone to frostbite when winter comes in previous years.Nan Zishu wanted to help her buy a pair of better and warmer gloves.

She still clearly remembers Liu Ying's surprised expression when she received this pair of gloves.Just like thousands of parents, they say not to spend money randomly, but they are very happy in their hearts.

Therefore, whenever the mother and daughter went out together during that winter vacation, Liu Ying would wear those gloves.It kind of means "show off".

Because of this, when Nan Zishu looked at the familiar pair of gloves in his hand, he felt even more uncomfortable.

She looked back and forth at the clean brown brown gloves in her hands, and stroked the still thick fabric, only to realize that these gloves didn't seem to have been used much.

That's right, except in front of Nan Zishu, how could Liu Ying be willing to use the first gift her daughter gave her in normal times?

So she put this meaningful heart in the same box as her daughter's favorite birthday gift back then.It seemed to be a silent response.

"mom……"

Nan Zishu couldn't help calling out the title that gradually moved away from her in a hoarse voice.It seemed that it hadn't been long since the last time he yelled this word, but Nan Zishu felt a strong sense of remoteness.

She sniffed, raised her hand and casually wiped away the tears on her face.Then carefully put the gloves and skirt in the hand back into the box.

Little by little, it returns to the way it was when it was first opened.

After Nan Zishu tidied up the top skirt, she couldn't help but caressed the old white gauze on the skirt twice.

In the end, she pursed her lips, and slightly bent the corners of her mouth almost indiscernibly.Close the box solemnly.

However, just as Nan Zishu wanted to put the box back to its original position, he found that there was something under the carton.

So she removed the whole box and found a notebook underneath.

It is said to be a notebook, but it is actually the kind of draft book commonly used by middle school students.Looking at the yellowed and fragile paper, although there was no name or grade written on it, it was not difficult for Nan Zishu to guess that it should be the draft paper she kept at home when she was in junior high school.

But Nan Zishu didn't remember what was written in this notebook.

With such curiosity, she gently opened the title page of the book.But when he saw the neat handwriting on the first page, he was subconsciously stunned.

The handwriting is naturally not hers.But she couldn't be more familiar with it.

This is Liu Ying's handwriting.

Liu Ying used to be a college student, and Nan Zishu's grandparents were also intellectuals.Therefore, Liu Ying's handwriting is neat and delicate, which is the kind of girl's handwriting that makes people feel refreshed.

In a sense, a large part of Nan Zishu's clean and neat handwriting is inherited from his mother's writing characteristics.

Seeing the familiar strokes again, Nan Zishu couldn't help but feel a sense of kindness.So she started from the first word and carefully read this rare warmth.

She is not only reading these words, but also using this method to see her mother who has gone far.