When the spring fields in the mountains were just turning green, Lin Ling married into the Gu family.
She had no hope of status, but only kept the promise left by her husband - to raise the child. No one knew that these were the flesh and blood of him and his old lover, and no one knew that Lin Ling's palms were so hot that they trembled when she clutched the wrinkled adoption certificate.
During the ten years in the countryside, she exchanged the money from digging wild vegetables for his new textbooks, used the remaining warmth from the stove to warm his cold feet, and even pawned her own dowry silver bracelet, just to raise enough money for his tuition. But young Taotao's rebellion was like a thorn in her hand: she tore the shirt she had sewn, threw the hot porridge she cooked, pointed at her blue cloth gown and shouted, "You are not my mother."
Until that day when there was a heavy rain, Lin Ling fell down the hillside and broke her leg in order to grab his admission letter that was left on the field. When she was unconscious, she was still holding on to the living expenses she had saved for him. Taotao was holding on to the money stained with mud, and suddenly saw the white hair on her temples, like frost on a spring field.
It turns out that the wind in the countryside did not blow in vain, the warmth she planted has long been ingrained in the young man's heart.
