A bird standing in a tree is never afraid of a broken branch because it does not trust the branch, only its wings.
"Big girl, you're not going to school for the rest of your life, forget about it." The old lady was the one I met on the train. The long journey made people drowsy, and the sunlight seemed like a transparent film, blocking the noise in the carriage in one narrow compartment after another, chaotic and distinctly detached. I casually flipped through the book in my hand, originally afraid of boredom before taking the book from the shelf, but did not expect the boring content to make the already boring afternoon more difficult. It was also at this time that this old man, who had been quiet, suddenly struck up a conversation with me.
In the past, grandma's family had a large jar, every winter, near the New Year, grandma and grandpa would steam some sticky bean bags in preparation for New Year's Eve to eat. It didn't take long for the aunts and uncles to steal the food, and there were no more than a few left for the New Year.