I remember my aunt. She runs a company, and she has loved me dearly since I was young. When I was 8, I got to ride in the BMW super car for a drive; back then, she took me around Shenzhen and let me experience delicious food, travel, and all sorts of things that people in my parents’ social class wouldn’t normally have access to. She bought me jewelry, clothes, and every winter and summer break when we went back home, she would take me out to eat nice meals every day. She even topped up my game account with a lot of money. When I was 23, she drove a Porsche and paid for the trip herself to take me to Zhuhai and Macau to play for many days. She didn’t hold back on the high-end skincare products and also gave me plenty of gold jewelry.

These past two years, it’s been hard to do business. She lost over a thousand, and during the most difficult time, she couldn’t even take out 10 yuan from her pocket. I make about 7,000 a month. After paying my living expenses, whenever I had money, I would secretly send her some. When she came back, I would order takeout for her and her daughter every day, or take them out to eat. I didn’t tell my mom. When other relatives at home started criticizing her, I always used my doctor identity to argue for my point and make them stop talking about her. During this time, my aunt has earned some money again, and life is finally a bit better.

After living for 27 years, I don’t know what’s right or wrong. I only know this: whoever helps me, whoever gives me money, is my benefactor.