When Lin Chen squeezed onto the subway, he looked like a dried salted fish.
In the car during the morning rush hour, the smell of sweat, perfume, and leek buns mixed together, making his eyes sore. He was holding on to the suspension ring with one hand and guarding his backpack with the other hand - it contained half a pack of instant noodles that he had not finished last night, which was his lunch today.
The phone vibrated.
Lin Chen took it out, and on the screen was a message that Li Mengyao posted to Moments three minutes ago: a diamond-encrusted LV bag with the text "Some people can't afford it in this life."
He stared at the bag for five seconds, crossed it with his finger, and gave a thumbs up.
"Aren't you cheap?" He scolded himself in his mind, but his hands were faster than his brain and he had already commented, "It looks good and suits you."
Li Mengyao didn't reply. Of course I didn't reply. She was probably with Zhao Tianyu, the second-generation rich man who drove a Porsche, a man she said was "just an ordinary friend."
Lin Chen stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up at the advertisement on the top of the subway car. It is a promotional picture for a certain immortality mobile game. A female swordsman in fluttering white clothes is walking in the air. Below it is a line of large characters: "Become an immortal with one thought and control the heavens."
He twitched the corner of his mouth.
Become an immortal? He can barely pay the rent. This rental house in a village in the city is ten square meters and has no windows. The monthly rent is 800, and he pays three for one deposit and all the money is spent. Li Mengyao came here once last month. She stood at the door without going in and said, "The place you live in is not even as good as my doghouse."
He laughed along with her and said, "When I get rich, I will buy a bigger house."
