They heard footsteps when the night was pitch-black, and my, if it wasn't Changsheng's footsteps! The village houses didn't have good soundproofing, and there were only three of them living under the same roof, so it wasn't difficult to identify each other by the sound of their footsteps. Changsheng's mother's footsteps were slow and draggy, while Changsheng's footsteps were impatient and loud.
"Changsheng's back," shouted Changsheng's mother, audibly relieved. As the saying goes, a mother worries as a son journeys. Changsheng was only on a trip downhill, yet it made his mother so worried she couldn't eat or sleep. She wondered if the old woman would worry herself to death if her son had gone to the town to work. No wonder there was that old saying: a child shouldn't travel far when their parents are around.
Having a mother is such a wonderful thing.
Yan Huan cuddled against the blanket.
