Coming from the smoke of the Northeast mountain village, she had only one obsession in her life - to protect her children.
She escaped from her barren hometown, but fell into the abyss of domestic violence, poverty and conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Her husband is cold and violent, her mother-in-law is bitter and mean, and the hardships of life make her breathless. For the sake of Xiaoman's surgery fees and tuition fees, she bowed to her fate three times. Those "betrayals" that the world criticized were nothing but life-saving straws that a mother grasped for her children when she was desperate.
The old cloth bag that her mother left before she died hid the deep maternal love of "hiding her illness to save money," allowing her to understand the resonance across time in her forbearance; the remittance slip and sweater secretly sent by her stepmother let her know that family love never has more than one look. When the diagnosis of terminal cervical cancer shattered all illusions, she used her last strength to break free from forbearance, paved the way for Xiaoman, and entrusted him to relatives who treated him sincerely.
Before she died, she dreamed of going back to the old poplar tree, where the smoke was wrapped in the aroma of corn cakes. Her mother smiled and handed hot cakes, and Xiao Man came running wearing a sweater she knitted. In this life, she has never lived for herself, but she has given Xiaoman the warmest home with her protective care. The curl of smoke from the kitchen is the immortal love of a mother, the end of life, and the most painful and warm concern in the world. (This story is purely fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental and purely artistic rendering. If you are moved, cry hard)
