Domestic Worker
by Song Weiwei
About This Novel
One day when I was holding a vine, I first woke up from a kiss in the village in the city. A little morning light came in from the window, and clothes were drying on the windowsill, blowing in the morning breeze, and casting swaying flower shadows on the porcelain floor. Lian Teng sleeps on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, which is covered with cotton sheets with bright peonies and phoenixes, chrysanthemums stuffed into the cloth pillows, and a thin blue flower quilt that is so old and tattered. This set of bedding was brought from home and has been used for so many years. I lay down next to an old cotton cloth and fell asleep. When I wake up, I feel at ease and particularly attached. Because it will be night again when I see this set of mattresses. The people inside got up early and were all in a hurry, washing up and heating breakfast in the kitchen. Lian Teng quickly went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, washed up, took out a comb from under the pillow, quickly combed her hair, applied some facial cream, straightened the bed, and went out loudly.
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