My best friend laughed at me for being a rich second generation who gave up driving a Porsche and insisted on squeezing the subway with a poor boy.
But he would go three streets to buy me sugar-roasted chestnuts, and he would save three months' salary to buy me a woolen scarf.
We ate at roadside stalls and danced in a rented cabin.
Five years later, we finally saved up enough for a down payment.
On the day he got the real estate certificate, he said with bright eyes: "Now, can I propose?"
Purpose: Have fun in ordinary life