Beijing in July was full of contradictions.
The weather is dry, but the body is always damp. Most of the entertainment industry is stationed here, but everyone in sight is disgraced. In front is still the towering CBD, filled with white-collar elites, but in the back are dilapidated alleys filled with incomprehensible dialects, the sour smell of garbage, and silent boredom.
Teng Xiaosun likes alleys like this. She feels that compared to steel and concrete, everything here is simple and lively, and has a very human atmosphere.
Almost at the first sight, she decided to rent here.
Then, she regrets this decision to this day.
It would be better if there was no Yan Yi.