儿时的我,像只小野猫,随手顺点别人的小物件犹如家常便饭。然而,在那个阳光正好的午后,一切都改变了。那天,阳光轻快地舞动在大街小巷。我哼着小调,走进了那家便利店。里面顾客很少,店主是个二十岁左右的女孩,她身形肥胖,略显笨拙,正在柜台旁静静地看书。这样的店主真少见,我嘀咕了一句,脚步轻盈,三五步就窜到了最里面的货架前。一个精致的手工制作的钱包,一下子锁住了我的眼 Childhood I, like a small wild cat, readily handing small things like other people’s commonplace. However, in that sunny afternoon, everything changed. That day, the sun danced briskly in the streets. I hummed in a minor, went into the convenience store. Few customers inside, the owner is a 20-year-old girl, she was obese, slightly clumsy, is quietly reading the counter. This shopkeeper really rare, I whispered, footsteps light, three or five steps to the innermost shelves. A delicate hand-made wallet, all of a sudden locked my eyes