Useless People and Wasted People

In the third year after Lin Zhiyi dropped out of the Philosophy Department of University A, his life collapsed into a rental house of 15 square meters. The curtains were always closed, the medicine box was always empty, there were more than a dozen garbage bags piled up, and she didn't even have the strength to go downstairs. There are only three things left in the world: lie down, be in a daze, and wait for dawn. Zhou Chen is a homeless man sleeping on the bench downstairs. Collecting bottles, eating leftovers, being chased by security guards, kicked by drunks, and treated by everyone as an old piece of urban furniture - existing, but no one can see it. Their first encounter was a piece of bread. When he was going through the trash can, he found that the takeout box at her door had been there for three days, so he stuffed the half piece of bread he had just picked up into the crack of the door. She stared at the piece of bread inside the door for an hour, and then ate it. From then on, there would be something at her door every day: a candy, a bottle of water, a wiped apple, and a piece of cardboard with a smiling face on it. She didn't say anything, but she began to wash the finished mineral water bottles every day, stack them up, and put them at the door. They barely talk. He didn't understand her philosophical pain, but he knew that he had to help her seal the leaky areas in the windows with plastic sheets when it rained. She didn't know where he came from, but she remembered that he would secretly wash his hands before coming near her. This is a story about love with zero expectations. Not saving, not healing, not looking up to. The two people in the abyss did not try to pull each other up. They just sat side by side at the bottom of the pit, catching each other's tears with their palms.