A full month before Spring Festival's Eve, Jiang Wulang was already thinking about what to bring home. An old …
A full month before Spring Festival's Eve, Jiang Wulang was already thinking about what to bring home.
An old man on the boat told him that children liked toy horses these days. Jiang Wulang checked his coin bag, thought it over, and bought a block of wood instead.
A man used to handling a heavy sword had no business carving something that small. He ruined piece after piece. Wood shavings piled up around him. Finally, just before Spring Festival's Eve, a crooked little wooden horse lay in his palm. It wore a goofy smile that looked a little like the child it was meant for.
Jiang Wulang looked at it for a while, then tucked it away.
May that smile last forever.