Lotte and others call me Pi Ziheng.
I don't care how others evaluate me, because I don't deserve evaluation at all.
Living a confused life all day long, if Lotte hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that my name is Heng. Lou Tianheng, I don't know why that old man gave me such an impressive name. I really feel sorry for my own name. But at least I'm not vulgar, just a little sloppy. I don't know what's wrong with being sloppy. Only when that woman saw my smelly socks "standing" on the bedside, she would take the initiative to take them to the bathroom and wash them clean. While washing them, she taught me that even though I'm such an old person, I still don't know how to take care of myself. I've lived in vain for twenty years.
How long has that woman been gone? A month? Two months? One year?
She left me, and I smiled as she turned around, opened the door, walked out, closed the door, and left without looking back. I said goodbye to her with the sweetest smile. The moment the door closed, I cried. I actually cried, for such a woman. Tears dripped from his eyes and fell on the floor, "Ta". I was the only one who heard it clearly. Then she sat on the floor, hugged her legs, hid her face between her knees, and cried like a girl.