There is one thing about Song Yi that everyone who knows her knows - she is picky.
It's not poverty, it's stinginess. When I was in high school, I was treating guests to potato chips, and I handed out one to each person. When the fifth person was gone, she said, "I'll treat you to another one." I'm also picky about myself. I asked my aunt to add an extra spoonful of vegetables when making meals in the cafeteria, because vegetables are cheap.
But it was this woman who cut things to the core, who gave Li Feng an intimate payment in her sophomore year of high school.
The amount is fifty yuan.
Li Feng took it and bought a pack of spicy strips. Three and a half dollars.
Song Yi stared at the deduction notice for five seconds and sent four words: "You worship money too much."
She didn't know that this boring gourd who even gave her a new pack of spicy strips and a note saying "Give it back to you" would later become the most generous investment in her life. Little did she know that many years later, she would hug his waist, bury her face in his chest, and say, "Having a little lover like you is a blessing I have earned in three lifetimes."
Li Feng, policeman from the police station. He talks little and is shy. His ears turn red when he smiles. When he wears a police uniform, he looks like someone from a TV series. In fact, he is an innocent person who has to turn off the lights before even kissing. His romance was hidden deeply - hidden in the washed and folded floral skirt, hidden in the summer night when he rode a 40-kilometer bicycle to send her home, hidden in his fingers that were stiff but slowly held back every time she touched him.
One is a stingy woman who is extremely calculating, and the other is a boring policeman who even has to be serious about spicy food. She gave him the key and he took it and opened a door she hadn't expected. He thought the door was small, but she moved in and never moved out.
From an intimate payment of three and a half yuan to a lifelong intimate payment. From the shadow of him secretly kissing her in the high school classroom, to when she woke up in the middle of the night after the marriage and found that her fingers were still intertwined with his.
Their love is far from spectacular, but every penny counts and every account is remembered.
Intention: Well, a short story for OC