We Live in Other People's Walls

On the first day he moved in, Lin Wu asked Zhou Ye, "Has anyone died in this room before?" Zhou Ye said he didn't know. Three days later, someone really died downstairs. The deceased's name was Xu Linchuan, and he was the previous tenant of this rental house. The landlord said that he had returned to his hometown to get married a long time ago, but Zhou Ye found things he had not taken away under the bed board, in the mirror cabinet, and in the cracks in the wall. Old subway tickets, photos, half a bottle of perfume, and a faded group photo. The person in the photo is Lin Wu. She initially said she wasn't familiar with him, but later changed her story and said he was her ex-boyfriend. But after a person dies, the lies told by the living will take shape little by little. Zhou Ye originally just wanted to live a stable life. He was twenty-eight years old and worked in an advertising agency to write stories for others. After get off work, he returned to this rented house with moldy walls, a refrigerator door that could only be opened halfway, and someone always hanging clothes outside the window. He felt that life was probably like this. But Lin Wu was like a rain that never stopped, barging in with a broken suitcase, cardboard boxes that were never completely unpacked, and a habit of being ready to leave at any time. They paid the rent together, fought for the bathroom, ate instant noodles in the early hours of the morning, and divided the ice cream that was about to melt in the refrigerator during a power outage. On more and more nights when they should not have crossed the line, they began to live in this house that did not belong to them like a home. But what Lin Wu is best at in her life is to leave before others are ready to keep her. Later, Zhou Ye found out that Xu Linchuan was not the person she said, that the fall was far more complicated than he thought, and that he was walking into another world step by step.