My Youth Began With Him

Yang Meirong stared at it and said, "You too will not buy anything. I don't like this shoe for me. It's too old, ten years ago."

"Oh, you guys, I really don't understand anything. I don't know fashion. I also insist on my vision. I tell you, these shoes are custom made in a private studio. The style is drawn by myself. The leather is also my own choice, even the materials plus the manual fee, a total of more than 900, know? Although not a famous brand, but handmade, very comfortable to wear, my sister does not need too high-heeled shoes, if attending What kind of activities, the brother-in-law will give preparation. The most common is to run around in the hospital, the hospital can only wear this kind of shoes to be comfortable."

After listening to Jing Zhixin’s bitterness, Huo Mian suddenly felt a little reasonable...

"But such a pair of shoes should be more than 900, Zhixin, are you being pitted?" Huo Mian put the shoes on the ground, one foot stepped in, it was just right.

"Of course not, value for money, you wear it, I promise you can not wear bad for five years." Jing Zhixin patted his chest to guarantee.

Qin Chu also felt good. "The style is ordinary, but the leather is good. You work just fine, he has the heart."

"Okay, okay, I accepted it, thank you, Jing Zhixin." Huo Mian is very happy.

Jing Zhixin used the saved living expenses to buy a pair of shoes for his sister, which made Huo Mian very moved.

"Mom...your gift is also given to the sister?" Jing Zhixin said to his mother.

"What gift?" Yang Meirong seems to be reluctant to say.

"Oh, come out soon, I have seen you buy wool and knit a sweater a few days ago."

"I am... I have made it for myself." Yang Meirong is still hard.

"Impossible, the color powder is scary. If you dare to put on the sweater and go out for a walk, I will not call your mother in the future, call you the Queen Mother."

After listening to Zhixin’s words, Qin Chu and Huo Mian are happy...

Yang Meirong is also not very embarrassed, got up and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Then Yang Meirong took out a handbag in the closet behind him and handed it to Huo Mian.

"I used to woven it for myself, but the color was chosen wrong, too fresh, I can't wear it, give it to you."

It is obviously for Huo Mian, but Yang Meirong is still hard and refuses to admit it.

But Huo Mian knows her heart...

She took the bag happily, "Thank you mom."

Then Huo Mian took the bag into the bedroom and replaced the sweater.

When we came out again, everyone was bright...

Jeans, with a light pink sweater with a round neck, are fresh and beautiful.

The sweater doesn't have too many tricks and tricks. It's very simple, but the stitching is very good. The most important thing is that the mother personally weaves it. This is how much money can't be bought.

"Wow... If my sister’s clothes go to our school, it’s just a school flower.” Jing Zhixin also took out his mobile phone and took a photo for Huoming.

"You are a child with a poor mouth." After that, Huo Mian looked at Qin Chu. "Is it good?"

"Well, it is very suitable for you." Qin Chu has a little bit of praise, without any praise.

Huo Mian then came to Yang Meirong's back, and stretched out her hands from behind her neck and said slowly, "Mom, I am 24 years old today, thank you for the care of this twenty-four years, over the past twenty years. In the inside, although you didn't let me live in the villa, but did not let me live on the street, although you did not let me put on thousands of famous brands, but did not let me freeze, you did not let me become rich second generation, but I have never missed my pocket money. You didn’t take me to the hotel every day, but you didn’t let me go hungry. Although you are very ordinary, it gave me the most true love for twenty years, although sometimes you I am angry with me, but my heart is actually caring about me. The years are ruthlessly taking away the beauty of your youth, but don't be afraid, mother... I am willing to accompany you gracefully in the long river of this years...Thank you With a bitterness, I have nourish a hungry, but I don’t know how to be honest and independent. Mom, I love you, and I will always love it..."

After that, Huo Mian gently kisses on the wrinkled cheek of Yang Meirong...

At this moment, Yang Meirong burst into tears...