In 1998, 20-year-old Ran Qingshu put her one-year-old son back into her mother-in-law's arms and boarded the bus south to Shenchuan with red eyes. Her husband Lu Hanxiao held her hand tightly: "When I earn money, the first thing I will do is pick up the baby."
The assembly line runs day and night, she counts the working hours, and he saves the recipes. Half a year later, Ran Qingshu pointed to the cart selling fried noodles at the entrance of the factory: "We will also set up a stall. You cook and I will shout."
From a piece of plastic sheet to the braised pork lunch boxes lined up in the industrial area, from the tin shed to the first shop in Panxia. When she finally brought her son to Fukawa, pointed to the newly bought school district room and said, "Xingxing, we will study here from now on," the child timidly called out——
"Auntie."
At that moment Ran Qingshu vowed not only to let her son stay in Shenchuan, but also to let the whole village know that the love of parents is the brightest light at the starting line of destiny.
