When Jiang Zheng was sixteen, he met a child in a canteen.
The child stood in front of a row of hardbound books, picking up and putting down a beautiful purple book.
That day, Jiang Zheng had ten yuan left in his pocket, the only ten yuan he had.
She bought the nine-nine copy for her child.
Later Jiang Zheng recalled that the reason was probably that when she was eight years old, she had something she longed to have.
During those days, what Jiang Zheng looked forward to every day was to pass by and take a look at the store on his way to and from school.
Then one dull evening, I watched other people buy it.
She thought, since she didn't know if she would survive tomorrow, she would treat her younger self to a banquet.
In his thirties, Jiang Zheng was led by Chen Hao and bought all the bouquets on that street.
Chen Hao asked her, are you happy now at the age of eight?
Jiang Zheng smiled, Chen Hao kissed the tears off her cheek, and heard her say:
"I'm thirty."
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"Kid, call me sister and I'll buy it for you."
Chen Hao had a beautiful book that day, and also had a diary that he couldn't tell endless stories about.
Ps: The age difference is eight years.
Purpose: May we all be able to nourish ourselves again.
