Tell the truth. Last year, I was collecting clothes on the rooftop and I saw a woman sitting on the edge. I thought she was going to jump off the building, so I rushed to save her, but her bra flew off and was hanging from the antenna. That woman was lying on the ground and smiling like a duck—she later became my target.
Her name is Lin Meihai, she dropped out of the Academy of Fine Arts, is sick and suffers from depression. I take medicine every day, but when I forget to take it, it wakes me up at three o'clock in the middle of the night and asks, "Where has the moon gone?" My name is Zhou Haimei, a courier delivery person. I'm not sick, but I'm afraid of the dark and have a bad mouth.
There is a smelly ditch where we live, and there is an orange cat named Ma Yun. A bowl of beef noodles downstairs costs 12 yuan, and coriander is free. The moon can be seen from the rooftop - it is stuck between the antenna and the billboard, as if someone has squeezed it in.
The story is no big deal. It's just two sick people getting together to eat noodles, feed cats, go crazy, and look at the moon with each other. It's not sweet, not greasy, not sensational, just a bit funny and makes you want to cry.
Oh, by the way, Jack Ma later gave birth to three kittens, one named Moon, one named Sun, and one named Star.
The moon will not cry. I'm here.
Purpose: Mutual growth