Zhang Yang is the most famously poor person in the village. The adobe house was leaking, and when my father died, he couldn't even get enough money for a coffin. Qing Wu, a young man from the city, left home in anger and lost everything except his coquettish temperament.
Zhang Yang gave him the only egg and ate the pickles by himself. Qingwu's steamed buns were so hard that they were tooth-piercing. He ate them one bite at a time and said, "It's delicious."
Later, Zhang Yang opened a car repair shop at the entrance of the village. As soon as things started to improve, a group of people broke in while he was away.
Qing Wu didn't dare to say.
Later, Zhang Yang sent the person to the hospital. Qing Wu held up the shop by himself and learned how to repair cars, keep accounts, and deal with all kinds of monsters and monsters. Every month I would take a car to visit him in prison. I would flip through the ledgers page by page through the glass and show him: I kept my home.
Zhang Yang said: "You go, don't wait any longer."
Qing Wu shook his head, pointed at his chest, opened his mouth and said silently: Here, you.
Things got really better afterwards. They built a two-story building and raised a baby that no one wanted, and named it Qing Changan.
Half a piece of wowotou, break it in half, one half for you and one half for me. All the hard days are filled with sugar.
Intention: Suffering is never worthy of praise. What deserves praise are those who refuse to let go in suffering.