The process of collecting travel expenses is like a humble begging.
Gu Hui gritted his teeth and sold the only valuable second-hand 21-inch color TV in his home to a junk dealer in the town for 150 yuan. He went to those relatives and old neighbors who still recognized him one by one. With his mouth open and his face burning, he borrowed in a low voice. One after another sweat-smelling woolen bills and crumpled ten and twenty yuan came into his hands. Every penny carries a sigh of sympathy or silent disdain. The most worrying thing is selling the brand-new English-Chinese dictionary in Xiaomei's schoolbag - it was the teacher's prize for her ranking first in the class last semester. Xiaomei didn't cry, she just bit her lip, her eyes like a wounded animal. Gu Hui turned his head away, not daring to look at her, his throat was congested.
