Situ Xingchenrui stared at the screen of his phone and tapped his fingers on the glass twice. Mom, can you stop sending me these health care articles all the time? After the news was sent, he leaned on the broken sofa in the rental house. A piece of the wall on the ceiling was raised, as if it was about to fall down at any moment. The air conditioner buzzed, and the air blew out had a musty smell. The phone vibrated again. Your Aunt Wang's daughter has been admitted to the civil service examination. Look at her, she directly pressed the lock screen button. The sound of roommates playing games came from the living room: Damn it! Is this support a pig? Situ Xingchenrui stood up and walked to the window. Downstairs is an old street, and smoke from barbecue stalls floats up, mixed with the smell of cumin and chili. Several shirtless men sat on plastic stools and punched each other loudly, so loudly that it could penetrate three floors. He thought about the interview call that morning. Sorry, we here prefer experienced people. Who the hell didn't start with no experience? The phone vibrated again. This time it was a WeChat voice message from his mother. He hesitated for two seconds and then answered. Hello? Ruirui, have you eaten? The fucking voice came from the receiver, with a unique Sichuan dialect ending. Have eaten. What to eat? Takeout. Oops, takeout is not healthy,
