Sixty Yuan Dream
· 4 min read
Old Wang Tou ran a small shop for recycling old items. The shop wasn't big, but it had a lot of things. He liked to put a rocking chair by the door, where he would bask in the sun and observe the passersby each day. Today, a little girl came, clutching a small cloth bag in her hand, standing timidly at the door.
"Little one, what do you want to sell?" Old Wang Tou squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.