Mobile phones, keys, data cables, RMB, chargers, ID cards, toothbrushes stained with dried toothpaste, cigarette butts, and cigarette ashes were all scattered on the table, on the floor, and in the corner of the room were piles of unwashed clothes, exuding a faint sour smell. The messy quilts and sheets on the bed were twisted together, exposing most of the wooden boards. A few dusty shoes can also be seen under the cracks in the wooden boards. The room was dark because the windows were covered with newspapers, so no light could come in.
Ling Yan was dead before he met Qin Lan. He got his first month's salary, which was more than 5,000 yuan. Although he got it after working in a bar for four months, he bought a mobile phone and a few sets of decent clothes. He was afraid that Qin Lan would frown and say, "Why do you always wear the same clothes when you see him?"
(Alas, ╮(╯╰)╭This copy was copied casually from the original text. I didn't think about the central idea. Even though I wrote it, I don't know whether the ending is sad or happy. Let's just make do with it.)