When I Was 26 Years Old, Shenzhen Owed Me a Home

# Reality to Sadism #City Village Love #First Person #Growth Redemption #Group Portrait #harem My name is Chen Yang, 26 years old. On the day I was optimized in Shenzhen, I only had 347 yuan and 8 cents left in my pocket. When I returned to Minzhi City Village, before I had time to think about how to live tomorrow, the door was knocked. The landlady Su Lanxin stood at the door, wearing a navy blue suit, and her aura was as straight as Shennan Avenue. She said it would be rented out and renovated, and she would move out within three days. I said I had nowhere to go. She glanced at me, closed the door and left. I thought this was the worst day ever. Later, my first love Xu Jing helped me recommend without telling my husband, Zhang Ying, the female anchor next door, drank with me all night, and Liu Li, the substitute teacher, put a bowl of white porridge at my door every morning. I thought Shenzhen finally had a place for me. Until Su Lanxin kissed me on the rooftop, until the wedding invitation was sent to everyone - the bride was her, the groom was not me. The evening breeze in Shenzhen never waits for anyone. I have been run over, stepped on, and thrown out by this city, and I was picked up piece by piece in the waves of Huizhou. Many years later, someone asked me, has Shenzhen paid you back? I said, it's not Shenzhen that owes me, it's the words I didn't say and the hands I didn't dare to hold those years. But Shenzhen taught me one thing: those who are blown by the wind will eventually become the wind themselves. This is about an ordinary man's ten years in Shenzhen, about his downfall, about his debts, and about the light left by four women in his life. It's not a cool article, it's a person who learns little by little in the quagmire how to live up to others and himself.