Chapter 7 — Gentlemen at the Wholesale Market

Outside the window in Yiwu, high-rise buildings and close-by markets began to quickly recede. Where I lived for two months. In this place, I was abandoned by the person closest to me, but also received the greatest kindness from a stranger. In this place, I sweated, cried and found a direction for the future. The phone vibrates. It's a message notifying a bank transfer. My aunt transferred me a small amount of money, eighty yuan. Below is a sentence: Money for dinner that night. I looked at the message for a long time, then silently deleted it. I no longer hate. Nor forgive. I just feel like it's all over. The high-speed train rushed forward. The sky outside the window is very high, very blue. I know my path has just begun. My future is somewhere further ahead.