Chapter 1, Unlocking in Ten Minutes, Vine City. Just like the hot, humid, and shady memories. The air is dull and sticky, mixed with the sour and bitter atmosphere unique to midsummer and the fresh and bitter atmosphere of the lush vegetation. The door is still the old iron door, and the lock is still the mechanical lock that was changed back then. Miao Jing knocked on the door for half a day, and her eyes were fixed on the psoriasis advertisement on the wall - unlocking in ten minutes. The old master charged 100, the wire was inserted into the keyhole and twisted at will, and the iron door opened with a "clack" sound. "Do you want to see your ID card?" "Don't talk about your own home, don't look at it anymore." Carrying two huge suitcases, she lay on the train with her eyes open all night. Now she was pale green, and her body still exuded the sour smell of instant noodles, and her accent did not sound like a local. The locksmith looked at her beautiful face, and then caught a glimpse of the simple furnishings of the house, packed up the tools and left. In the old building of the 1990s, the outer walls and corridors were covered with cobwebs of black and gray, the stairwell was full of household debris, the drain pipe was cracked, and a sewage ditch was flowing on the ground. It was dirty, stuffy, and piled up with garbage. This old community was dilapidated and dirty, and no one could live here. Miao Jing pushed her luggage into the room. The two-bedroom and one-bedroom house was more than 80 square meters, and the furnishings were as old as ever. She just changed a few pieces of furniture, which were not clean or too dirty. There were no traces of people living in the kitchen and refrigerator, but the ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts, and half of the beer was left in the crushed can on the coffee table. She looked at the room, and finally walked to the room on the right. The keyhole was rusty and couldn't be twisted. It took a lot of effort to bump in. As soon as the door was pushed open, the dormant dust was driven by the airflow, and it was so strong that it was choking that half of the curtains in the base color could not be seen. She pushed open the door of the bedroom on the left, the curtains were half open, and the room was bright and quiet. There was a half-new Simmons bed, a single wardrobe, and a desk with sundries. There was a plastic lighter, a half-new steel belt mechanical watch, and a pillow on the bed with a man's white undershirt and gray sweatpants. She exited the room, sat in the living room, ate some cookies, washed her face indiscriminately, and went to the room to catch up on sleep. The pillow was a man's, mixed with the smell of bad tobacco, sweat, and body skin, like alcohol, fermented and steaming, spicy and offensive. She changed her posture, turned her head, and her cold and bright eyes suddenly stared at the pillow - there was a long hair lying on the bed sheet, with a small piece of black at first, burgundy in the middle, and a withered yellow tail - a woman's. She got up from the bed calmly, opened the wardrobe door, changed the clean bed sheet pillowcase, and lay down and closed her eyes. Miao Jing slept very deeply, and only woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon. Both suitcases were stuffed into explosions, which could be regarded as all her belongings, and she had to put them on the ground to clean up. Miao Jing never knew where to start, and finally she was in a daze for a long time. She turned around the kitchen, bathroom, living room, and bedroom for a few times, and opened the mobile phone software to place an order - curtains, mattresses, pillow quilts, four-piece sets, air conditioning fans, and all kinds of small things. Miao Jing recognized one of them and called out to Granny Zhang. "You, you're from the Chen family on the second floor..." "Miao Jing, Chen Yi's younger sister from before." Granny Zhang was taken aback. When it came to Chen Yi, there were too many things to say. After all these years, it was still the same, and sooner or later, he would go to the bureau to eat in prison, but he lived a stable life and stayed in the neighborhood's spittle star all the way until today. "It's the same, so old, you can't get a family without adjusting, and you can't mix with people who can't adjust..." Miao Jing knew that Chen Yi had achieved nothing in the past six years, and he also went to other places for two years. Later, he came back to do business with friends, mixed with garbage friends, and couldn't find women on stage. The most recent occupation was the owner of the pool hall near the vocational high school, but he seemed to have gone out and hadn't come back for half a month. She didn't expect him to be successful at all, a young gangster who graduated from vocational high school, extortion, fighting and causing trouble, not going to jail, being a normal person, even if he had a future. Chen Yi could say too much, and Miao Jing also had a lot of stories on her. Miao Jing didn't wait for Grandma Zhang to turn to her, and said that she had something to do, so she went upstairs with her things. She cleaned up the hygiene at home, starting with the kitchen and bathroom, throwing what should be thrown, buying what should be bought, eating instant noodle biscuits when she was hungry, sleeping in Simmons' bed, and waiting until the big and small pieces bought online arrived, she would clear the wasteland of the room, wipe and wash it, assemble furniture, and dry the sheets and clothes. Many things came out of the cupboard full of dust and cobwebs. Her clothes and sundries from the past, as well as a large pile of high school test papers and textbooks, were all bundled in a sack. Miao Jing tidied up for a long time, put these things in a storage box, sealed them under the bed, and laid out the luggage one by one.