The Smell of Porridge Is Far Away, but the Lights Are Still Waiting

I had no one to rely on since I was a child, and only my grandparents protected me as I grew up. A bowl of lean meat porridge that belongs to me and an old bicycle carrying morning tea are all the lights of my childhood. But the identity of the black household is always with me, I have no way to go to school, and the world looks down upon me. My grandfather lowered his head to beg for help, which smoothed my pride. I once thought that as time goes by, the aroma of porridge will never fade away. Little did he know that fate would change and the separation would come unexpectedly. Later, I traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains and ate countless delicacies. Then I realized that the sweetest thing in the world will always be my grandfather's words: "Girl, the porridge is ready, no one will compete with you." The years are long and things are unpredictable, Only the light that was lit for me will be unforgettable in my life.