After the meal, his mother was about to clear the dishes when Fang Yuan held her hand.
"Mom, I want to tell you something."
His mother smiled and said, "Silly child, there's no rush. I'll go wash the dishes first and you watch TV for a while. We'll talk about it when I come back."
Since his mother had already said this, Fang Yuan did not continue to hold her back. Instead, he quietly watched her carry the dishes into the kitchen.
After watching TV for a while, his mother still had not come out.
He gently came to the kitchen door and saw his mother standing in front of the sink, seemingly wiping away her tears.
"Mom..." Fang Yuan thought to himself. His mother probably knew what he wanted to say. Nobody would know about the son better than a mother.
"Fang Yuan, will you be like your father, who has never returned?"
"No, I will definitely come back." Fang Yuan placed his hand on his mother's shoulder.