Zhao Ping, a senior, sells vegetables at a stall in an alley outside the school, and his life is ordinary and practical. One evening when he was closing the stall, he bumped into Lin Zhao, a lost freshman, in the carriage of a tricycle. The little girl was tired and hungry, so she curled up in the basket and fell asleep with a wilted cabbage in her arms.
Lin Zhao, who was born with a wanderlust, has been standing by the vegetable stall every day since then, helping him pass plastic bags and checking accounts. He also carefully discovered that the weight of the old wooden scale was offset, so he secretly saved up his spare change and planned to buy him a new scale.
Others thought it was ordinary work to set up a stall, but only Lin Zhao understood the tenderness beneath his silence. She remembered that he would always give his customers an extra handful of spring onions, and he would always try to be fair and kind when weighing them. She also remembered that he would always arrange the vegetable baskets neatly when closing the stall.
An accident of getting separated at a night market, a worn wooden scale, and an inconspicuous cabbage made two ordinary boys and girls slowly approach each other in the evening breeze of the market.
It was the stall that he collected, and it was also her.
She came here lost, but accidentally walked into his life.
