I have written about two of my saddest moments.
One is Linchuan standing under the neon lights downstairs of the law firm. Twelve years after graduating from the University of Southern California Law School, all his classmates have become partners, civil rights stars, and prosecutors. Only he is still living in an office of 15 square meters. His rent is half a month late, his student loan has reached 300,000, and he doesn't even want to look in the mirror.
The other is Wen Ran sitting on the toilet seat in the court bathroom, folding the blood-stained paper towel, wrapping it in a clean paper towel, and throwing it into the trash can. Then he stood up, put his makeup in front of the mirror, opened the door and went out, as if nothing happened.
Of these two people, one uses meanness to wrap himself up like a hedgehog, and the other uses perfection to build himself into a wall. They had an argument when they first met in court - he said she "used procedures to block a person" and she told him "this is the law". He then sent her client's appeal anonymously, without a signature at the end. She saved the document into a folder called "W".
This is what I want to write - not counterattack, not fairy love. They are two people who are not treated well by the world. In the smoke and smoke of an old restaurant, they slowly learn to be loved, left behind and forgiven.
At the end of the story, Linchuan asked: "Do we think we got out?" Wen Ran said: "No. We didn't become anything. We just lived." "Does that count as a win?" "Forget it."
This is a story about two "losers". If you also feel that living is very tiring, if you are also afraid of being left behind, then this story is written for you.
