When Zhao Jinbao was seven years old, he climbed over a wall to peek into the Yuan family's scrapyard and broke the family's pickle vat.
Rumors circulated in the alley that her family was too poor to be exposed.
Yuan Fulai silently stuffed the saved steamed bread into the crack of her window and whispered: "I will support you from now on."
Twenty years later, when Yuan Fulai was riding a tricycle to recycle old home appliances, Zhao Jinbao's logistics fleet was heading across the country.
On the day the alley was demolished, he stood on the ruins holding an ancestral copper bell.
"Jinbao, can my scrapyard... Still take you in?"
Zhao Jinbao smiled and raised the account book: "Brother Fulai, now it's my turn to support you."
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