When my grandfather died, he did not leave a trillion yuan in property, but only gave three walnuts as a gift. When I was twenty-five years old, I opened the first one as instructed and saluted the beggar on the overpass as instructed, but unexpectedly avoided the human trafficker's trap. On the eve of my wedding, I cracked open the second one, and the little walnut hid the truth behind it. It turned out that my grandpa had already paved a safe life for me in other ways, and ordinary gifts were full of deep love.
