我偷偷地为别人的早餐付账,是从父亲过世后开始的。我在旅行中停下来用早餐,一位老人坐在我的右前方。孤独之中,我多么希望父亲能在身边,而这老人看起来那么像他——同样的身高,同样的体形和步态。于是我决定悄悄替他埋单。“告诉他,他令我想起了父亲。”我对收银员说。上路时 I secretly paid for someone else’s breakfast, starting from the death of my father. I stopped for breakfast on the trip and an old man sat in front of my right. In loneliness, how much I wish my father could be around, and this old man looks so much like him—the same height, the same figure and gait. So I decided to quietly pay for him. “Tell him that he reminded me of my father.” I said to the cashier. On the road