Inside the door is an abyss, and outside the door is a cliff.
Twenty-four-year-old Cheng Yue was so poor that he only had 3,000 yuan left, so he went to live with his cousin Zhou Bin, who was running a transportation company in Linjiang City.
My cousin's house is very small, with two bedrooms and one living room. The walls are peeling off and the door lock is broken. Sister-in-law Su Wantang is very quiet, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. Only the alternating old and new bruises on her arms prove that she is still alive.
On the first night of his stay, Cheng Yue was awakened by a scream.
He rushed to the door, his hand hanging on the doorknob--in the end, he didn't knock it.
But the next day, there was a glass of water and a Band-Aid at his door.
From then on, Cheng Yue began to pay attention to some things: the strange smell on his cousin's body when he didn't come home late at night, the bundle of things wrapped in black cloth under the bed, and Su Wantang's hesitant look every time he looked at him.
Cheng Yue knew that he shouldn't care. He is just a poor boy who depends on others and has not even found a job. What qualifications do he have to interfere in other people's affairs?
But some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
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