Dressed like a well-known gangster in the courtyard, I was paralyzed on the bed and my daughter was so hungry that she was skin and bones. In his previous life, he was an executive with an annual salary of one million. When he sat up from the ground, Nannan was still holding his sleeves and crying. He walked to the stove and opened the pot lid and saw that it was empty. He went out and borrowed half a bowl of noodles and came back to light a fire and cook a pot of paste. He brought it to his daughter and squatted down in front of her, putting the bowl in her hand. People in the yard saw smoke coming out of the chimney through the window. They looked over and saw that no one was coming in. Every day when he went out to look for work and came back, there would be half a bowl of rice or a handful of vegetables on the stove. He didn't know who put it there and didn't ask. Nannan began to learn to sit on the threshold and wait for him to come back. He returned the half bowl of noodles, and the debt was slowly paid off. Nannan has gained a little weight and no longer cowers in the corner. People in the courtyard will nod when they meet him, and he will nod as well. When the wind came in from the alley entrance, he closed the door more tightly. There were two washed bowls, one large and one small, on the stove and placed together. As time went by, everyone forgot when he started to change, but every evening there would be smoke coming out of the chimney on time. Nannan sat on the threshold waiting for him to come back. When the wind came in, she shrank her neck, then stood up and ran into the house. The door closed softly. He just stayed there. Together with Nannan. Boil water for cooking and clean the stove every day. All debts have been paid, and no one owes anyone anymore. The wind still flows in from the entrance of the alley, but the door is closed, and there are two bowls placed together on the stove every day. The days go on. That's all.
