Huayu: Inside and Outside the Entertainment Industry

Since Han Wen's rebirth, more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye, from July of last year to August of this year.

In the past year or so, he has experienced so much. He has been tired, in pain, hated, suffered, and cried.

However, he never regretted it, nor did he ever despair. Because he knew that his life would get better and better from now on.

At this moment, when he returned to his hometown and thought of his mother, whom he had only seen once in more than a year, he suddenly felt a little regretful and sad.

Because he felt he hadn't spent enough time with his mother and hadn't taken good care of her.

"Mom, I'm back." Han Wen pulled his suitcase and walked to the door, murmuring softly.

Then, he took out his somewhat rusty key and successfully opened the door.

As Han Wen stepped into his home, looking at the familiar surroundings and smelling the familiar scents, he was filled with a mix of emotions.

He put down the suitcase, went into his room, and lay down on it for a while. Then, he smiled contentedly.

It feels so good to be home. It feels even better to see my mom.

Unfortunately, Mom is still at work and not at home.

Otherwise, even if Han Wen didn't rush into her arms and act cute, she would definitely hold him in her arms and feel sorry for him.

This is motherly love; the affection is always so sincere and profound, and nothing can replace it.

After lying on the bed for a while, Han Wen got up and ran to the kitchen to start preparing to cook.

Han Qingyan had already learned from the letter that Han Wen was coming back, and she was so excited and looking forward to it that she couldn't even concentrate on going to work.

However, she didn't know when her son would be able to return. Therefore, her anxiety and impatience only intensified.

Today, in particular, she received a bank transfer slip while at work. The amount was 50,000.

Han Qingyan's monthly salary is only a little over three hundred yuan, and she earns less than five thousand yuan a year. After deducting her and her son's food, drink, and other daily expenses, there is even less left.

However, she has now received a remittance slip for 50,000 yuan. And the remitter is her own son.

Fifty thousand yuan! If nothing unexpected happens, Han Qingyan could never save that much money even if he worked his whole life.

However, my son earned so much money in just over a year of working outside.

Looking at the remittance slip in his hand, Han Qingyan couldn't quite describe his feelings; they were a mix of emotions that were hard to express.

"Sister Han, are you alright?" A young woman in the same office asked curiously, "What are you looking at so intently?"

"The remittance slip, sent back by my son," Han Qingyan replied, feeling both like crying and laughing.

"Han Wen, right? He's the most famous up-and-coming writer in the country right now." The little girl sighed with admiration, flattering the older sister: "Sister Han, you're amazing! You've managed to raise such an outstanding son."

"It's not that I taught him well, it's that Han Wen worked hard on his own." Han Qingyan shook his head, feeling incredibly proud.

Regardless of the reason or whose credit it is, Han Wen is now famous and making a lot of money. And he is his own son.

Although he was adopted from an orphanage, the bond between mother and son was the most genuine.

"Sister Han, you're too modest." The young girl continued to flatter her, somewhat expectantly: "By the way, Sister Han, where is Han Wen now?"

I'm also a fan of his books, and I even wrote him a letter. Unfortunately, it was like a stone sinking into the sea; I never received a reply.

"Reply? How could I? Han Wen is so busy, where would he find the time and energy to reply to readers' letters?" Han Qingyan thought to herself, but she wouldn't say it aloud: "It's rare that you like Han Wen's novels. I'll definitely tell him about this when he gets back."

"Oh, Sister Han, if I ever get the chance to meet Han Wen, I'll definitely find a way to thank you properly." The girl was excited and thrilled.

"We're colleagues, don't be so polite with me." Han Qingyan shook her head and didn't continue the conversation.

She carefully placed the remittance slip back into the envelope to prevent her colleagues from noticing the amount. Then she folded it up and put it in her pocket.

Han Qingyan was lost in thought for the entire afternoon. It wasn't that she wanted to go to the bank to deposit money, but rather that she missed Han Wen terribly.

"I don't know when Wenwen will come back. He didn't explain clearly when he wrote the letter. He's so inconsiderate." She sighed, "Oh, son, Mom really misses you."

Finally, it was time to leave work, and Han Qingyan left the office impatiently. Then, she rode her bicycle home as fast as she could.

Although she knew her son wouldn't be home, she was still filled with hope.

Despite repeated disappointments, she still refused to change.

However, today's situation seemed a little different. Han Qingyan parked her bicycle and smelled a familiar fragrance as soon as she stepped into the building.

She walked along, looking around. When she reached her doorstep, she realized that the aroma was coming from inside her own house.

Suddenly, Han Qingyan froze. She stood motionless at the door, her expression blank, completely incredulous, even forgetting to take her keys out of her pocket.

Then, she suddenly started pounding on the door like a madwoman: "Wenwen, Wenwen, is that you? Mommy's outside, open the door!"

Han Wen was cooking in the kitchen when he heard his mother banging on the door and shouting. He looked speechless, but was extremely excited inside.

He dropped what he was doing, ran quickly to the living room, and flung open the bedroom door.

The moment the door opened, Han Qingyan rushed in. She dropped her bag, grabbed Han Wen, and hugged him tightly.

"Wenwen, it really is you, it really is you. That's wonderful, you're really back." Han Qingyan was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

She alternated between crying and laughing, stroking Hanwen's back with both hands to make sure her son was unharmed.

"I'm cooking, Mom, let go of me!" Han Wen, a seasoned old fox, couldn't quite accept his mother's way of expressing her emotions, so he struggled a bit and offered a reminder.

"You traveled all the way from Shanghai to come back, you must be so tired, why don't you rest properly?" Han Qingyan reluctantly let go of her son, looking at him happily and with a hint of reproach in her expression and tone: "You have your mother at home, you don't have to do anything."

"I'm so happy you're back. Son, you rest, I'll go cook."

"Mom, I'm an adult now, can you please stop treating me like a child?" Han Wen was speechless: "Go wash your hands and face, then sit down and rest."

Tonight, your son will cook for you himself and take good care of you.

"Okay, okay, hahaha, son, alright, Mom will listen to you." Han Qingyan nodded happily as she looked at Han Wen, who had grown quite a bit taller.