Hangzhou, Stay

At the age of twenty-seven, Su Jingyun felt that Hangzhou was a folded city. On one side are the evening breeze of the Qiantang River, the sunset over the West Lake, and the bright lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office buildings. On the other side, there is the endless musty smell in the shared house, canned human flesh on Subway Line 1 during the morning rush hour, and the landlord's monthly rent increase notice. She stayed in the city for three years. I had a relationship where I almost had to pay a down payment, and I had a business where a fire destroyed the company. People around me come and go and come and go. Some betrayed, some went to jail, and some stayed on the twenty-eighth floor forever. My mother kept asking on the other end of the phone: "Come back, mom has arranged a blind date for you." She bought the ticket three times and tore it three times. This is not a comeback story. This is an ordinary woman who, under the giant wheel of capital, gets up again and again, wipes her face clean, and then says—— "I won't leave."