The old Wang at the car repair stall downstairs, over 50 years old, squats on the curb every day, hands covered in engine oil, wearing a pair of worn-out slippers.

I thought this was how he would spend his whole life.
Yesterday, I passed by and saw his son arrive in an Audi to pick him up.
Only then did I learn that his son had just returned from studying in the UK and works at an investment bank.
Old Wang has been repairing cars for 8 years, saving 4,000 yuan every month without fail.
His wife works as a cashier at a supermarket, and together they managed to pay for their son's four-year undergraduate and one-year master's education, with tuition and living expenses totaling 1.2 million yuan.
I asked if he found it hard, and he smiled and said, "What’s hard about it? I have plain bread and pickles for lunch every day, and the money I save is enough for his daily meals."
After saying that, he took out his phone from his pocket, with a crumpled piece of paper tucked inside the case—his son's principal scholarship certificate.
I glanced at his phone case, then looked at the salary transfer message I just received.
It turns out that what he unscrewed with a wrench is a distant place I will never reach in my lifetime.
Now, every time I pass by the car repair stall, I feel like he is a head taller than me.