P > In my circle of friends, she sees her everyday life every three to five. In addition to the couple’s random and funny self-photographs, she makes a home meal for her husband and sends it to her circle of friends, a pot of steaming knives for noodles, or strange-shaped rolls and steamed buns steamed with filial piety powder. Sometimes she would get out of the messy room when she came back from her evening shift, when her husband was sleeping and ready to go to the day shift. The early morning sun was shining through the window on the narrow dark room, on the shabby furniture, the young man’s strong body was sweating in the workshop, and now he was tired and came back to this. Warm harbor. Despite their meager salaries and their unreachable future, they still set up their love nests, and love is like a ray of bright morning light spilling into this humble corner.