No matter how many deserted Jing Ke I walked through, when I started to earn more money, I bought a Gucci bag for my mother from Shanghai. Although my mother doesn't know that these five English letters represent a billion-dollar industry, she is still a little worried about the price on the invoice in the packaging bag. Because I didn't bring the potion for soaking contact lenses, my mother got up early the next morning and went out to buy me the potion. At that time, I was still sleeping. I didn't know that my mother put on beautiful clothes carefully and carried a Gucci bag on her back. This dull beginning is not thrilling, and it is not worth writing, but the ending is a bit unexpected: when I got up and brushed my teeth and came out of the toilet, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, and her eyes were red all over. Dad is smoking silently beside him. Looking aside, I saw a thief cut a long hole in Gucci bag with a blade, grinning viciously like a mocking mouth. Dad growled angrily, "You just love to show off. Is it great to have a new bag? Don't think you are a rich woman. " My mother lowered her head and a tear fell. She said, "I don't think so ... I just want to take it with me ..." I went over and hugged my mother with her head down and said, "Never mind, I'll buy it for you next time." When I got up in the middle of the night, I saw them still awake, and my mother was crying quietly by the bed. Dad sat by and glued the hole bit by bit in the dim light. After all, my mother can't show off in a luxury car with brand-name bags like those rich women. He carried his son's first expensive gift and crowded the bus with countless people to buy me potions. In the car, she carried the bag tightly on her shoulder with one hand and grabbed the rings with the other hand, trying to hold herself steady. There are many people around. When mom was on the bus, the thief scratched the first and most expensive gift she received in 50 years. I stood at the door, my throat slowly locked. I said to myself that one day I would make my mother look like a real rich woman. That bag, which my mother never carried again, was carefully put in the closet. Even if the scar after bonding is completely invisible. My parents live a cautious life and don't let others know that they are my parents. Afraid of losing face for me, afraid that others will say that they are from a small city. My mother came to Shanghai for the first time. Because she couldn't take the subway, she held my hand nervously when she entered the station. My mother said to me hesitantly, "Will you be laughed at by others?" They have participated in several of my book signing meetings, and stood silently in the farthest corner every time. Sometimes I look up from hasty signatures and look at them through countless dark heads. I can see my father's happy smile and my mother's excited red eyes. They didn't say "this is my son" to others, nor did they ask others to treat them politely. After the signing, they silently returned to the lounge, waiting for me to come back with my favorite drink.