Lin Xinlan was packing her luggage when Xiaocong brought over a big pile of his snacks and tried to place them in her suitcase.
"Mom, take these to eat on the way," he said.
Lin Xinlan was momentarily stunned, and so was Lin's mother.
With a tilted head, Xiaocong smiled and said, "Mom, I still have lots of tasty snacks, but I'm worried they will be too heavy for you, so I didn't give them all to you."
He then fished two pieces of chocolate out of his pocket, opened up his pale little palm and said, "This chocolate is really delicious, it's what grandma bought for me the other day. I've been reluctant to eat it—take it for the road."
Lin's mother turned away, unable to stop her eyes from reddening.
At the time, she had bought him four pieces of chocolate. He ate one himself, gave her one, and hadn't touched the remaining two.
When she asked him why he wasn't eating it, he said it was very tasty, but he wanted to save it, to eat once he had forgotten the taste of the chocolate.
