When Jiang Zheng was sixteen, she met a child at a convenience store.
The child stood before a row of beautifully bound notebooks, picking up a pretty purple one, then putting it back down.
That day, Jiang Zheng had ten yuan left in her pocket, her only ten yuan.
She bought the child that notebook for 9.9 yuan.
Later, Jiang Zheng reflected that perhaps it was because when she was eight, there had also been something she desperately wanted.
Back then, Jiang Zheng looked forward every day to passing the shop on her way to and from school so she could take a look.
Then one ordinary evening, she watched someone else buy it right in front of her.
She thought, since she didn't know if she'd live to see tomorrow, she might as well treat her younger self.
When she was thirty, Chen Hao took Jiang Zheng around the street, buying every flower hair clip in sight.
Chen Hao asked her, "Is your eight-year-old self happy now?"
Jiang Zheng smiled. Chen Hao kissed away the tears on her cheek and heard her say:
"I'm already thirty."
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"Hey, kid, call me big sister and I'll buy it for you."
That day, Chen Hao got a beautiful notebook, and a diary full of things she could never say aloud.
P.S. Younger woman, eight-year age gap.
Theme: May we all get the chance to raise ourselves again.
