In the millennium of Beijing, the air smells of coal stoves and sandstorms
I took an all-night train from Changchun to get here. My father exchanged his life for a sum of money and asked me to see the distant place for him that he could never go to.
I lived in a rented house facing north. It was so small that when two people stood on the ground, one of them had to sit on the bed.
My roommate is Zou Siyou. He is an authentic Beijinger. He is fair-skinned and talks little.
Seven hundred days, a window facing north. Two people pretending to be fine
Purpose: Rental house literature