The next day—

"Dong."

As Han Yu put the suitcase in his hand on the floor of the room, Zheng's mother, who was standing beside him, nodded, and then turned her head with interest and looked at the room that Han Yu had packed out last night.

After a while, she couldn't help but turn to Han Yu in surprise and said, "It's not bad. It seems that you, a child, can already handle some housework by yourself after returning to China. I thought you would be the same as before, just packing up garbage and other things casually, and don't even know how to change the bed cover."

As he said that, Zheng's mother seemed to recall something interesting, and looked at Han Yu with a smile. A bit of love and gentleness that made Han Yu feel slightly strange to her mature and beautiful face.

"cough……"

It seemed that he was not very suitable for himself. He only had an elder who was equivalent to his "Idai Mom". Facing Zheng's mother's smile with a faint teasing look, Han Yu looked quite embarrassed and restrained. After raising his hand and touching his nose, his gaze couldn't help but move downward and landed on the small slippers on Zheng's mother's feet.

There are not a few pairs of slippers in his house, and the only one who has bought a pair of small sizes is specially designed to be the one that belongs to Zheng Xiujing...

"Sure enough, it's your place that makes me feel comfortable."

Without noticing the strange expression on Han Yu's face, Zheng's mother sat gracefully on the bed Han Yu had already prepared, and began to bend down slightly to tidy up her luggage.

While taking out the things she brought from her unveiled suitcase, she said with dissatisfaction: "I don't know if it's because she hasn't returned home for too long. I was so strange that I was a little uncomfortable when I came back suddenly. The air freshener in the hotel I stayed in yesterday was too strong, which made me sleep poorly. Or you, a child, do things like me, and the room is fine as long as it's clean and tidy. Why do you do so much..."

While speaking, Zheng's mother took out two items from her suitcase and placed them on the bedside table next to her.

Han Yu subconsciously glanced at him, but suddenly his eyes stopped involuntarily.

Those were two photo frames that were wiped cleanly.

One photo looks like a family photo. On it, Han Yu glanced at two familiar little faces at a glance.

Zheng Xiujing, Maomao and Zheng Xiuyan, these two girls surrounded Zheng's mother and a middle-aged man with a smile. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Zheng's father.

Of course, Han Yu also scanned a face that he was extremely familiar with...

The slender and tall figure stood a little far from the Zheng family sitting in the middle of the photo, and the look of her hands in her pockets reveals a little bit of arrogance in her personality.

However, on that handsome and familiar face, Han Yu still saw a faint but sincere smile, which was enough for Han Yu to confirm some of the remaining doubts in his heart.

As for another photo, that is why Han Yu's vision really stopped.

Compared to that family photo, there are only two figures in this photo, and the picture seems a little deserted.

Two figures, one of them, sat lazily on the European bench, while the other one stood tall behind the bench.

Both of them wore black dresses and black suits in a very abnormal manner, but they looked unexpectedly coordinated.

The elegant smile on the mature and beautiful face was reflected with the faint smile on the handsome face behind her. Even the cold tones on the screen seemed to have a faint warmth surging around them...

Just looking at the photo of himself and Zheng’s mother in a daze, Han Yu felt an indescribable sense of complexity in his heart.

On the one hand, this photo of the two people alone seemed to have further proved to Han Yu in the side that he had a close relationship with Zheng's mother. On the other hand, looking at the handsome face in the photo, Han Yu felt very strange.

Because he knew that in a sense, the slender figure standing behind Zheng's mother like a guardian in the photo was not him at all.

At least, at that time, that was not him.

At that time, he was still a man named Leo, or Kim Ji-woo and Lin Yun-woo.

Someone once said, "Everyone's name is his/her face." The more people have names, the more faces they seem to have, and their identities also increase.

The consequences of this often mean that there are too many unknown secrets accumulated in that person.

And secrets are usually accompanied by people's curiosity.

I am curious about "self".

This kind of thing was something Han Yu had never thought of before.

But now, such a ridiculous thing really happened to him.

So I have to say that at this moment, he looked at him as "him", and the feeling in Han Yu's heart was really subtle.

In fact.

The reason why Han Yu agreed to Zheng’s mother’s move in so easily yesterday was not only because he really had no reason to reject him, an elder who was still unfamiliar to him, but also because of his relationship with Zheng’s mother, Lin Yunyu, or Jin Zhiyu.

Although he didn't know what the story was between him and the Zheng family, Han Yu now knew at least one thing, that is, for him, Zheng's mother should not be just an elder who once had kindness to him.

When a child who lacks maternal love since childhood meets an elder who treats him like a biological son, Han Yu himself is not sure what kind of strong feelings he will have.

But what he understood better was that if Zheng's mother had been regarded as a mother by Lin Yunyu, that is, herself, then her tolerance for this person in the past would definitely be almost infinite.

So from this point of view, Han Yu had no reason to reject Zheng’s mother.

It is what he wants to accept Jin Zhiyu wholeheartedly, and this bond and fate with the Zheng family is naturally something he must accept and bear.

And even if these reasons are eliminated, as far as Zheng's mother caring about her performance yesterday, Han Yu really couldn't let herself reject this elder.

So yesterday, Han Yu agreed to Zheng’s mother’s request without much hesitation. Even though he still felt embarrassed and uncomfortable about Zheng’s mother’s stay.

For a person who has not lived with his mother since childhood, whether in the past or present, it is a bit difficult for Han Yu to live with such an elder of the opposite sex.

...

"What's wrong?"

He noticed that Han Yu had been staring at some point. Zheng's mother, who was packing her luggage, also turned her head and glanced at her. Then the corners of her lips slightly raised, and there was no embarrassment on her face. While continuing to sort out what she had at her hands, she directly explained to Han Yu softly: "If you leave home, no matter how long the family's photos must be left on your body. When you were young, I told you this."

“…Well, yeah, I get it.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face unconsciously. Han Yu raised his hand and touched his nose again. He looked unnaturally standing beside Zheng Mama.

I don’t know if it’s a common problem for all mothers in the world. In their eyes, their children are always the same as when they were young.

Han Yu was not surprised by Zheng's mother's attitude towards him. There was one thing that, if he remembered correctly, Lin Yunyu was in his teens when he went to study in the United States, but in the end, Zheng's mother's mouth, she was still a "child". This is really...

"Oh! I almost forgot about this."

Suddenly, Zheng's mother, who was packing her luggage, let out a soft cry. Then, Han Yu watched her take out a long box with exquisite packaging from her suitcase and handed it to her.

"As for birthday gifts, you were not in the United States before, and you didn't answer your phone in the United States. I thought you had something to do, so I left my birthday gift in your house in the United States. I only found out that you were back home the day before yesterday, so when I came here, I took it in my luggage."

Let Han Yu hold the long box, Zheng's mother stood up, stretched out her plain hand and opened the lid, took out a well-sewn white shirt from it, stretched out her hands, and put it on Han Yu's body. While gesturing the size, she still whispered in her mouth: "You kid, you have always said you were busy with work and didn't even have time to go home to celebrate your birthday, so I could only sew according to my memory, and I didn't know whether the ones I gave you before fit..."

“…”

Hearing Zheng's mother's unhappy words, Han Yu blinked in a daze, subconsciously looked down at the white shirt that was put on his chest. While his heart was complicated, his eyes also keenly captured a detail on the shirt.

A pattern of the character "J" was carefully embroidered on the collar of the shirt.

Suddenly, a question deep in Han Yu's mind that was almost forgotten by him was solved.

When he was sorting out the clothes that Jin Zhiyu brought back to China, he was very puzzled. He only brought some suits and shirts, and the shirts were embroidered with a "J" pattern. At that time, he thought that this was a precious brand of clothes.

As a result, Han Yu only understands it today.

Jin Zhiyu obviously has no shortage of money. Since he had applied to change his nationality before, he should just want to live in South Korea. No need to think about it, he should have a lot of luggage in the United States.

Clothing can be bought in Korea, but the clothes Zheng’s mother sewed for herself are unique.

That's why Kim Ji-woo brought a bunch of seemingly useless clothes while carrying such a box of convenient luggage.

That is obviously an item with very different meanings for Jin Zhiyu.

As a result, Han Yu completely ignored this point and thought that it was because of the brand that Jin Zhiyu brought back the pile of clothes.

But if you think about it carefully, Han Yu’s original idea was "yes".

For Jin Zhiyu, Zheng’s handicrafts are indeed a “brand” that cannot be discarded…

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

He looked up at Han Yu looking down at the inexplicable smile on the face of the shirt he sewn for him. Mama Zheng blinked strangely, continued to gesture with shoulder width in her hand, and asked casually: "Don't you like this style?"

"no."

Han Yu shook his head when he heard this, then raised his head and smiled and looked at Zheng's mother who was standing in front of him, and replied softly: "It's just that this is the first time I have received such a gift after I have lost my memory, so... I feel a little strange."

As he said that, the little smile on the corner of Han Yu's mouth became a little richer. Looking at Zheng's black eyes, there seemed to be a faint flash of light that was indescribable.

"Yeah?"

Hearing Han Yu's answer, Zheng's mother, who was holding a shirt in her hand, blinked gently, her eyes circulating on Han Yu's face, and then the corners of her lips suddenly raised up slightly, lowering her eyes to carefully observe the comparison between the shirt in her hand and Han Yu's body size, and said casually: "It seems that your feeling should be really 'very strange'. From yesterday to now, I finally saw the smile of your child."

Suddenly, Han Yu, who had a subconscious smile on his face, was slightly stunned. Then he realized something, and blinked in a panic, pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, and then remembered something. He turned around and hurriedly said to Mrs. Zheng, who had a clear smile in his eyes, and said, "Then, that, Aunt Zheng, I..."

“Excuseme??”

“…”

Facing Zheng's face, which suddenly changed his face and his eyes staring at him, Han Yu's expression froze slightly. After taking a deep breath, he slowed down his speech and continued, "That...you should be able to solve the rest of the matter yourself? You can use the things at home if you need them. I'm going to Yangzhou for shooting now."

After saying that, Han Yu didn't even look at Zheng's mother. He quickly turned around and was about to walk to the first floor to get what he wanted to bring.

As a result, at this moment, a scream from behind still made Han Yu's steps stop.

"What are you anxious about, a kid? Wait a minute."

“…”

After pursing his lips again, Han Yu turned his head to look helplessly, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Zheng's mother took out a small black bag from her suitcase, pulled the zipper and walked over and handed it to Han Yu.

"This...is this?"
To be continued...