Other people's beds are full of ashes, but Fu Xin's bed is full of ghosts. There are three thousand ghosts, big and small, and the surprises never stop.
Fu Xin used to not want to go out when he got home, but now Fu Xin doesn't want to go home after going out.
A friend cried and complained that more than a dozen people lived in his 100-square-meter house. Fu Xin smiled contemptuously: Ha, how naive! There are three thousand people living in my three-square-meter bed. What did I say?
Intention: I always feel that my own life is turbulent, but I don't know that other people's lives are turbulent. I withdraw from the story and live my own stable life.