At 1:23 in the morning, I will go to the 24-hour convenience store at the corner of the street.
"A rice ball, in the bag, no spoon required."
The girl behind the counter never looked at me twice.
She doesn't know that I am the only son of the Shengchuan Group, and the black card in my pocket is enough to buy ten such stores.
All she knew was that I would come every day, like an ordinary late-night regular.
Until I was at the door of the ICU and saw her wearing cleaning clothes, squatting at the end of the corridor and crying secretly.
Later I found out that she worked as a cleaner in the hospital during the day and worked the night shift in a convenience store at night, desperately saving money to save her brother's life.
Her brother's surgery fee is still 150,000 yuan short.
One hundred and fifty thousand is just the price of a watch to me.
But for her, it's life.
I thought what I handed over was a sum of money.
Later I discovered that what I handed over was the part of her life that she was most unwilling to bow to.
Identity contrast, late night convenience store, hospital ICU, restraint and pull, two-way redemption.
She saved her brother's life.
And she also easily pulled me out of that world where only money was left.
