Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was a heavy banging on the door, as if the thin wooden door was being torn down. Every impact caused the dust on the door frame to fall down.
Su Wan's body tensed subconsciously.
She held Tuan Tuan in her arms and gently patted her son's back with one hand. The little body is warm and soft, with a faint milky fragrance, and is the only bright color in this dim rental house.
"Mommy..." Tuantuan's head rubbed against her neck, and his little voice sounded confused as if he had just woken up.
"Be good, it's okay." Su Wan soothed in a low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
The banging on the door stopped.
Then, a sharp and sticky voice penetrated the door panel. "Su Wan! I know you are inside! Don't pretend to be dead! Open the door quickly!"
It's the landlord, Lao Zhang.
Su Wan stood up with her child in her arms, moving slowly. Her eyes swept across the room, which was less than twenty square meters. The wall skin became damp and bulged in large chunks, then peeled off, revealing the gray-black cement inside. There were several plastic bags piled in the corner, containing garbage that had not yet been thrown away. The air was mixed with the smell of cheap instant noodle seasoning packets and a lingering musty smell.
This is her world.
The whole world between her and Tuantuan.
