I lived in a little shabby rental house with him.
He is smart, handsome, capable, silent, and a bit ruthless.
I am arrogant, arrogant and weak in love, and I love him a little more than myself.
It seems that we are not poor people who cannot afford to eat, but we have been living as poor people for a long time.
Life teaches me to be obedient, but love makes me sink.
In this damp rental house, I gradually turned myself into a moldy person.
This is a story about "wanting to be loved, but always being pulled by reality".
About young people, tenements, a cruel world and undignified tenderness.
Intention: In the cruel reality, we still love and support each other. Sometimes we try hard and sometimes we feel like we are stuck in a quagmire and can never get out.