"And then, ha, he stowed away the three coins he'd prepared and gave the old lady a red bill to buy cigarettes. I still remember that he bought cigarettes for 23 Canadian dollars a pack. When the old lady saw him with three coins, she asked for them--he didn't give her--he said he needed them for the bus. The old lady had to give him two more coins in change, and then he exchanged the five coins he ended up with for me."
"At that time, I didn't think much of it. I thanked him, he told me it was no big deal, and then we left the convenience store and walked in opposite directions. But as I walked on, tears welled up in my eyes. I chased after him, a complete blubbering mess, and asked for his phone number."
"Ah...So that's how it happened?" Chenxing listened, a bit stunned, seeing nothing particularly moving about the story, "Then what is there to cry about?"
