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“The same story is written for us”

Editor’s note: This article is from the WeChat public account “Guyu Lab-Tencent News” ( ID: guyulab).

They also wear high heels between get off work, and the pink shirts are exposed in the blue overalls, dressing themselves up like peacocks… These little details let the young people of Frog Pool know that exquisiteness is irrespective of class.

In Dongguan, everyone in the band can tell some stories about young people in the factory. They still remember the roller skating team that often appeared on the streets in previous years. Usually in the evening, after get off work, a man pulls a flag to lead, dozens of young people wearing roller skates follow him winding through the middle of the road, often in teams after another, “very spectacular.”

The author丨Yuan Silai

Edit丨Kim Hyuk

Production丨TencentNews ValleyRain Studio

Muffet shoes, Ladies Street, Patent Leather Bag

“Peacock” is a song that will only be born in the Pearl River Delta——

“Summarizing the mediocre daily experience between queuing, eating, and getting off work, this evening always comes on time, and the stars are salvaged from the shit.”

Two years ago, Yiyi was still a white-collar worker working in the Dongguan factory. One day, she left the dormitory, crossed the road, and walked into the long corridor on the first floor of the factory that looked like an underground tunnel, crowded in blue work clothes. Among the workers, they are waiting in line to clock in.

The lighting is dim, and in the monotonous blue trend, Yiyi notices some details: under the pants of the overalls, some female workers step onA pair of high heels, or a small piece of delicate pink shirt in the blue collar. This is some inconsistent, but very interesting embellishment. According to factory regulations, female workers will wear safety safety shoes when they enter the workshop. “Isn’t it tiring to wear high heels even during the one or two minutes to and from get off work?”

On the evening of September 24, 2020, at her home in Longhua District, Shenzhen-that place is also an industrial area, close to Dongguan-Yiyi recalled the scene in the Dongguan factory two years ago and still felt “extraordinary ×” : For these women, “exquisiteness is regardless of class.”

Later, these fuzzy fragments became the inspiration for the lyrics of the chorus in “Peacock”: “You wear a shiny necklace, like a blooming peacock.”

“Peacock” lyrics cover

In 2017, in Dongguan, the “world factory”, Yiyi, Mitutoyo, Dickson, and Haozi formed a band called Frog Pond. Initially, they wanted to sing something, but they couldn’t get together. go with. For two years, they were just busy with each other, occasionally bumping into each other, thinking about something to sing. Until 2019, songs came out one after another.

At first, almost no one knew about this band. In late summer and early autumn of 2020, their song “Peacock” suddenly became popular among young people. At the beginning, it was buried in hundreds of original music on music websites-most of those music came from some unknown bands, singing city pop of some young literary youth-if you are a music critic, you know it is here How difficult it is to find something different.

This is how Jian Cui feels. After listening to too much “shit”, he feels that his brain is almost numb. In his early years, he was a “little reporter”. He traveled to most of China with Ga Tiao and carsick cars. After recognizing the reality that making music is dying to death, he quickly retired and moved to Shanghai. He did not enter the music circle in 10 years. There was nothing to do during the epidemic this year. He served as a judge on the original music chart of a mainstream music platform. Since then, he has listened to dozens of city pops every month, “I can’t pop anymore”.

Suddenly one day, a string of gloomy bass hits the eardrum from the sonos speaker, and the low female voice sang “something inexplicable”:

Sponge cake shoes, platform shoes, stepping on the Ladies Street, patent leather bag, containing a charging cable, nougat, and a peppa piggy given by her daughter.

Jian Cui was hit instantly, which was completely different from the “shit” he had heard for half a year. “Extremely powerful. It took me back to the scene of D-22 more than ten years ago. I wanted to pogo (jump in place) against our big closet and hit our wall.” He was on the radio. Memories during the visit.

He clicked on the next song, which is still from this band. The song is called “River”. It has a gentle melody and sings like a shout: “Ask me, is the water temperature ok?”

“It was shocked, it’s so nice.” He put the song to his friend, and the person commented: “They have something in music, and the core is different from others.” Jian Cui decided to be the agent of the band .

When I saw a few children born in the 90s, their maturity surprised Jian Cui. He originally wanted to protect them with “hot feelings”, just like “the mother chicken in the eagle-and-chicken game, before the capital eagle comes, help them make judgments.” As soon as he came into contact with him, he found that they had “extremely clear brains.” , No protection is needed at all. The four people in the band know what they should do at what stage, and do not exclude capital and commercial operations, but they will not rush for quick success. Jian Cui knows that they have something they want to express.

Peacock

Children who grew up in the factory are accustomed to seeing vaguely dressed crowds pouring out of the factory gates in uniforms of the same color. They are also accustomed to seeing groups of young people with colorful “killing matt” hair in groups. Over. Wanda Plaza is only a 3-minute drive away from the industrial park, and you can hear dialects from the north to the south.

About the story of young people in the factory, everyone in the frog pool can tell something. Drummer Hao Tsai still remembers the roller skating team that often appeared on the streets in previous years. Usually in the evening, after get off work, a man pulls a flag to lead, dozens of young people wearing roller skates follow him winding through the middle of the road, often in teams after another, “very spectacular.” Many people’s pulleys will sparkle, lighting effects and some fancy performances of skilled skaters will bring such group activities to a climax, bringing these children the most publicized happiness.

2013, on the streets of Dongguan, young people playing roller skating © Oriental IC

In the memory of the band’s lead singer Yiyi, there are two people she is most familiar with. One is classmates who get along day and night, and the other is a female worker.

Yiyi is concentrated in HunanLonghua District of Shenzhen spent her teenage years. For several years, she lived in the dormitory rented by her father for the employees, which was a self-built building built by the locals behind her old house. Until now, she could still remember the damp smell in the roof tiles downstairs.

After graduating from university, she went to a famous fast-moving consumer goods company in Dongguan to do marketing. It was an old-fashioned company. The boss from Taiwan believed in “integration of industry and trade.” These little white-collar workers and pastry workers lived in an industrial zone half an hour away from downtown Dongguan.

The life Yiyi talked about to me was like going through a tunnel into a machine: clocking in to work at 8:30 in the morning, fixed in a cell facing the computer all day, and went to the cafeteria at noon Eat, often work overtime until 10 o’clock in the evening, and then return to the 2-person dormitory. Every person and every working period is like a piece of code running, accurate, repetitive, and calm. Only on weekends—many of them are discounted weekends. Yiyi needs to invite friends to go shopping with revenge, sometimes scanning most of the shops in the mall one by one.

In this machine, Yiyi is a “white-collar worker”. Although he and the workers work in the same building, they are very different from each other-“like the structure of the future world”: the first floor is the workshop, and their office area is on the upper floor. .

Like watching a movie, she observes life in another world in the factory. Sometimes at the gate, she would see a group of workers in dignity, with blankets on their backs, luggage under their feet, and clothes in the style of the 1990s, waiting to be registered, “It is Yu Hua’s “Alive” and “Xu Sanguan Selling The image of “Blood”. She felt puzzled: “It is also difficult for me to imagine why (they) came to Dongguan to work in Dongguan from a place so far north.”

Yiyi’s dormitory is separated by three lanes from the assembly line workers’ dormitory. After get off work, she can see more details than high heels and pink shirts: young girls wearing white satin pajamas drying clothes on the balcony, they always turn on their phones and let various voices accompany them to do things. . After nightfall, they will turn the volume up to a noisy level, and Yiyi can hear it through two balconies.

2012, the Dongguan factory after nightfall. The dormitory’s lights are shining, and the balcony is covered with women’s clothes © Oriental IC

This kind of life lasted a long time. In the midsummer of 2018, Yiyi was idly looking around on the subway in Dongguan, when a middle-aged aunt broke into her sight and shocked her. Auntie wears dazzling stockings on her radish-like legs. The socks are bright red. She has open-toed sandals on her feet, peacock blue and exaggerated high heels. Such boldness, frankness, and his own way are no stranger to Yiyi, “I grew up watching Kill Matt.” Yiyi said that this familiar scene suddenly pulled her back to the moment of living in the rental house, “In vulgar words, it’s quite magical.”

The Frog Pool had an appointment to rehearse that day. In Crossroad in a logistics center, guitarist Dickson, drummer Haozai and bassist Mitutoyo made a song. The low bass, some noisy guitars, the drum beats fell fiercely, chaotic, chaotic, and fragmented, and suddenly reminded Yiyi of the aunt on the subway. She guessed that she was also a worker who came to Dongguan, so what would she have What kind of experience?

She suddenly wanted to write a story about a mother and a daughter, a story that jumped out of the male’s perspective and belonged only to women. At that moment, many memory fragments flashing past. The story of the south car, the high heels under the work clothes, and the knockoffs that can be seen everywhere in the streets of Dongguan in the “world factory”-maybe it is printed with King Adi, or it will be Balenciaka, a variant of Balenciaga that was popular back then…< /p>

This is “Peacock”. Yiyi doesn’t think this song has anything to do with the grand topic of workers’ fate — she knows that some people will think so, these people want to “help them”, but Yiyi just wants to “praise” them-“They have their own aesthetic values “. Coming out of that environment, even if you go through the same tunnel with the female workers every day, you can’t really become one of them, let alone other people?

When graduating from university, Yiyi filmed a documentary about female workers. After shooting that film, Yiyi’s biggest feeling is: “I don’t need you to care.”

Yiyi was 22 years old at the time and was a well-protected city girl—who would watch movies by the niche director Almodovar, and had an ungrounded imagination of workers. She presupposed in her mind before filming that they should lead a very miserable life, often being sexually harassed and in need of rescue. “I want to create an image of a victim and then answer questions.”

The three girls interviewed in the documentary are about the same age as Yiyi. One of the girls with dyed yellow hair looked cold and cold, with a ferocious tone. Speaking of her family, she would be resentful: “Call me and always ask me to make money, and never care about how I am doing outside.” But she seems much slower to hurt the outside world, which makes Yiyi Very unexpected.

There is also a girl who looks a little “silly” and doesn’t care much about her life and body. Her sister said lightly, “I really don’t want to care about her. I advise her not to be so casual. She has fallen a lot. It’s a second child.”

They have their own rules for solving problems, and they are often logically self-consistent. That “silly” girl was cheated of money, so she found a lot of thugs,50 yuan per person, go and beat the person who bullied her fat, so that the matter ended.

After an interview, Yiyi found that her dialogue with those girls always seemed to be misplaced. There was a scene where she asked the girls if they had any dreams. One of them said: “I want to tour aroundWorld.”

How can this be considered a dream? The answer Yiyi wants to ask is dreams, paths and plans, “The kind that I want to work hard and try to achieve. For example, I will return to my hometown to open a store in the future.”

At that time, Yiyi had just signed a contract with that Taiwanese company and was very energetic, ready to do something in the workplace. She thought that those girls would have the same motivation as hers: study hard, work hard, “go to a better world”. By default, these girls just lack some opportunities, so we have to help them.

I don’t know, these girls are content and comfortable in their circles, “There is no dissatisfaction, and no thirst. So you think all this is too balanced.”

The documentary was later aborted. It was not until after working in the factory area of ​​Dongguan for 2 years that she understood that as a migrant worker, she was no different from the female workers downstairs, and their lives were acting in the same play.

For Yiyi, this repertoire is composed of “tons of dreams”: the company concluded the meeting at the end of the year, and gave her PPT and reports, “there are tens of thousands of details in the middle.” God, she worked overtime until two in the morning, insomnia until three or four in the morning, awake lonely in the early hours of every morning, and would have “tons of dreams” after falling asleep—data and graphs were tumbling in her mind, or she was receiving training, or Exam math. I really couldn’t stand it, so she posted on Instagram with a picture of a calculator with the words “Hurry up and get better”.

This made her understand that the so-called better world is nothing more than that, as she wrote in the lyrics-“The same story is written for us”.

Children in Dongguan

In Dongguan, wandering seems to be the norm.

The writer Zhang Tonghe wrote a book “Working Girl” in which she recorded a sentence on the brick wall of a certain village: “Go out to work, go home and seek development. Labor goes out and wealth brings back.”At that time, in Zhang Tonghe’s eyes, Dongguan was a “place without memory.” Because there was no memory, it was like an unfathomable giant lake, which contained everyone to the maximum.

Yiyi seems to be chasing forward forever. She looks like a very capable company person, small, with dark skin, wearing a simple T-shirt and black pants, and her hair neatly tied behind her head, expressing concise and clear expression. Every step of her was carefully planned: if her high school grades were not good, she would go to study music and take art students to enter key universities; if she wanted to enter a big factory, she would work hard to prepare for interviews, and she would become a tube trainee if she wished.

But she still cannot convince herself to become a more thorough utilitarian. Her friends commented on her as “very floating”. At that time, she didn’t know what “gone” was. She just “never cared about the ratio of the provident fund deduction, nor did she know the basic salary, so she knew that there were several thousand yuan in the account on the 15th of every month.” She didn’t care about these details at all, and didn’t care since she was a child.

By Yiyi©Ka Xiaoxi

Yiyi grew up in Shenzhen, and his parents went to Guangdong in 1990. At that time, a popular saying was: “East, east, south, north and middle, get rich in Guangdong.” The parents are an ordinary couple in the crowd. They brought their 6-year-old daughter from their hometown in rural Hunan. My father ran a plastic factory and became a professional manager after closing down, saving enough money to start the business again; my mother was a female assembly line worker at first, because she had a high school diploma, she later entered the office and became a white-collar worker.

During his long childhood, Yiyi always had a sense of wandering. His father is like a kite tied to a string. In his hometown, he holds the hand of a thin string. Yiyi’s understanding of his father is poetic. “He always has two kinds of lives watching and staring.” In the first few years, Yiyi often heard his father tell his mother that he would go back after earning enough money. As a result, they still bought two apartments in Shenzhen and stubbornly opened the factory.

Wandering is also a life that Dongguan children are accustomed to. I am used to being separated from my family, and I am used to being alone. The four people in the band were thrown to Singapore by their family at Sanfeng Junior High School, and then went to the UK to study at university. When I was in the UK, my lonely days were passed on by music. Since the drummer Hao Tsai has a memory, he will sleep in another place every once in a while-usually not at home in the conventional sense. Childhood and When he was a teenager, he rarely saw his parents. They were always busy. First they were busy with clothing wholesale, and then they were busy opening his own clothing factory. He would sleep in the school dormitory and at different relatives’ houses. Or mother’s office.

Hao Zai is very tall, about 180 cm tall, with white skin and black-rimmed glasses, which makes people feel unhurried. He never went to college. For a while, he wanted to go to Xinjiang to study art, but his mother refused to agree, saying it was too far away. She also checked the ticket for him. It was indeed far away. Later he told his mother that he decided not to read.

Before forming the band, Hao Zi was everywhere in Part-time job. Help people draw, go to a salad shop to serve plates, or stay at home all day. He spent an hour alone to clean the house spotlessly, sweeping and sweeping, Hao Zai would cry inexplicably holding the bucket. “I feel useless or like a rubbish.”

It was also during that time that Mitutoyo returned from the UK. He is 6 years older than Hao Zai. The two met very early when they were learning musical instruments in the piano industry. One day, after class, the two of them left the classroom. At first sight as always-Hao Zai is greasyBoth of them wear glasses, one is playing drums and the other is playing bass, “Or Play together. “Mitutoyo said.

When he returned to China, he was thinking about forming his own band. He happened to have an abandoned villa at home. He asked for the keys and prepared to use it as a rehearsal room. It was a four-story villa with gray walls and blue roof, mottled exterior walls, knee-length weeds in the yard, and rusty iron doors. They walked in through the small door and saw that the door of the house was firmly locked by layers of branches, with thick branches and thin branches intertwined. They asked someone to split the branches with a machete to open the door. In the room, dust was flying, and there were pools of water stains on the floor. The fourth floor has been eaten by termites.

For a while, it became a refuge for these young people in Dongguan.

They chose the only room they could live in, bought their own sound-absorbing cotton, converted it into a rehearsal room, brought in musical instruments and game consoles, cleaned the room carefully, and bought a sofa bed for the night Just spend the night in the rehearsal room. They can soak there all day, playing the piano and drums one after another, going around a long way to find food, playing games, and listening to CDs. Haozai also drew a picture of “Kanagawa Surfing” with a marker on the wall. .

On autumn days when the weather was fine, they moved the iron bed without a mattress to the yard and lay on their backs all day. In the autumn of Lingnan, the sun was warm, and the two of them were drowsy, chatting about music, and talking about their lives when they had not been in contact for many years. “At that time we There, just like utopia.”

The four people in the band, Dickson, Mitutoyo and Haozai spent their childhoods in Humen, Dongguan. Humen was once the country’s largest clothing distribution center,A late-night snack stall can be opened until 2 o’clock, a small town like spring all year round.

Dison’s life is more stable than that of Sanfeng and his family. He also does business at home. He went back and forth to various boarding schools before junior high school. He went to high school and never left Dongguan again. He lives with his parents, goes to work in the afternoon, teaches children to play drums at a training school run by relatives, and shoots some videos for parents to watch. When he comes home in the evening, he will have prepared meals on the table waiting for him.

Life is uneventful, and Dyson in his early 20s always feels shortcomings. When he saw the photos of Sanfeng’s rehearsal room, it looked like a long drought and rain, so he immediately contacted them and rushed to the villa. He played a section of guitar for Mitutoyo and Haozai on the spot. Mitutoyo originally wanted to play the guitar in a future band. After listening to Dickson’s solo, he said, “Forget it, I’ll still play bass.”

From left: Hao Zai, Sanfeng, Dickson © Ka Xiaoxi

They didn’t know at the time that the carefree days were coming to an end. One day, Sanfeng’s family told them that the land was going to be sold. They were driven out.

On the night of leaving, Hao Zai was packing his last luggage in the house, the rain poured down outside the window, Chun Lei was dull in the night, and the frog screamed frantically. Hao Zai saw a frog jumping on the road. He knew that more frogs had jumped out of the pond. A few months ago, these frogs were still densely packed tadpoles in the pond.

Hao Zai was a little sad, “We left, and the frogs have grown up, do you know that we are leaving and they are also gone.” When the band gathered the four people now and planned to change their names, this scene jumped. In Hao Zai’s mind, so the name “frog pond” was called.

Soon, the buyer razed the villa to the ground.

They are indeed growing up, threeFengcheng I became a crew recording engineer, married my girlfriend, and felt pressure to support a family. Hao Tsai found a stable job in Shenzhen. Recently, I was thinking about reading another book. “Society seems to appreciate this (degree).”

The official formation of the Frog Pools will take until 2017-they want to get together to sing and sing after work. The band lacked a lead singer, and Yiyi joined in through the introduction of a friend of Dison.

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When I first heard Yiyi sing “queuing, eating, and getting off work,” Hao Zai thought to himself: “(This song) Niu × is big”.

He worked in the factory for three months. That was exactly when he had nothing to do. “Sometimes he was crying while holding a bucket.” His mother asked someone to arrange a design job for him in the factory. It was a very large garment factory, with a whole building, hundreds of workers, receiving orders for foreign polo shirts. The boss is a woman in her forties. She is short and has a plain face. The deepest impression of Haozai is that she drove a dark blue Maserati.

Every Monday morning, there will be a factory assembly before work. Haozai thought it was ridiculous when he participated for the first time: “What age do you still do this kind of thing.”

Wearing blue and white uniforms, workers stand neatly in square formation on the concrete playground. The boss is holding a big loudspeaker, and the voice is high-kick sharp: “Everyone, do your best, the shipment rate for period × is not “The workers listen quietly most of the time, and sometimes they respond with a “good”. An hour later, the rally was over, and clocked in at 8 o’clock-in the factory, time is realYou can’t waste every minute of your money.

It was another machine similar to the one that Yiyi had used. The office was lifeless, the white fluorescent lamp was dim and muddy, and people sat in the cubicle, “just like buying macarons, put them in one grid each.” The whole space was silent, “I really didn’t say a word.”

In 2010, workers in Dongguan shoe factory were reading newspapers after get off work © Oriental IC

Hao Tsai talked to me about a deputy manager who has been in the factory for 36 years. That is a life he still can’t fully understand.

That person should be a foreigner, with an accent in Cantonese. Less than 170 people wear the company’s self-produced polo shirts all the year round, striped, black, white, usually black pants, sneakers, black and thin face is full of ravines, the whole person looks older than his actual age a lot of.

He is a taciturn person. During work breaks, leaders will invite in groups to drink tea. He never participates. He always sits alone at his desk, answering the phone, and sorting out documents. “If you can sit for a whole day, you can hardly get up.” His wife is also in this factory, and manages the workshop in the factory downstairs. They bought a house in Dongguan, but the couple still live in the company’s dormitory and their children stay in their hometown.

Haozai has been to that dormitory, the old house, and the concrete floor is bumpy. A room of more than ten square meters, fortressed into 8 people. Boys are not particular, the empty bunks are filled with all kinds of trash, the leftover instant noodles will be thrown there with soup, and the underwear is hanging on the railing. Interestingly, there are some bright decorations in the room as usual, including round mirrors with plastic edging, standing on the table or hanging on the wall, there are always only three colors-red, yellow and green, full and strong. Beautiful pictures are usually posted behind the mirror, “You’re like entering a jungle. The underground is a swamp, with thousands of flowers in the middle, and dark green leaves next to it.” Haozai who learns to paint is more sensitive to color.

That deputy manager will not live with Xiaoyou, he is in that buildingin the building. This still makes Hao Tsai incredible. A person can spend half of his life in such a place, “I’m going to blew myself up, really.”

There are only a few hundred people in this factory. Hao Zai can’t imagine the lives of those young people in a factory with thousands of people and tens of thousands of people. “That kind of is a huge ecosystem, in which all kinds of love stories happen, interpersonal horror things, and there may be bullying, just like school, but if you think the adults in the factory are more terrifying, you don’t think Is it more scary?”

In 2010, at two Foxconn factories in Shenzhen, 13 young people under the age of 25 fell from upstairs in a year. Among them, there was a 17-year-old girl who couldn’t get a salary card. She walked back from Guanlan to the dormitory in Longhua factory 14 miles away from Guanlan and jumped down from the fourth floor.

Dison can understand some of the workers’ feelings. He used to work on the assembly line for a month, and what he did every day was to stare at the magnifying glass, holding a utility knife with the thickness of a gel pen, to shovel out the rice-sized defects on the circuit board. By the third week, Dickson couldn’t stand it anymore. Even if he was assigned to move the goods a few times elsewhere, it became a craving opportunity to let go. Even if he left for a few minutes, more products would accumulate on the workbench.

“(Work) is very simple, but you can’t stop. Just sit for a day and don’t say anything. Repeat it all the time.” Until the last week, he kept looking at his watch every day and went to the boiling water room to drink four or five times. , And then go to the bathroom again and again.

Workers on the assembly line ©Dongfang IC

In February 2004, Zhang Tonghe, a writer standing in Dongguan, looked at everything around him freshly. The piling construction site, the motorcycles passing by, and the long rows of factories brightly lit on both sides of the road at night. “It’s like a giant ship on the sea. From a distance, it’s so beautiful.”

Sixteen years have passed, and Dongguan has experienced many things. With every ups and downs of the “world factory”, the fate of the workers will sway with it. From time to time it began to recruit workers frantically, and from time to time it began to lay off workers. In 2006, after the “motor ban”, there were no rampant motorcycles on the road: under bright lights, girls in work clothes passed by on shared bicycles.

Operating music locallyJamie of Crossroad, the team rehearsal room, drove me around the CBD outside the industrial area. According to him, there would be traffic jams until the evening in the past few years, but the streets were not crowded that day.

The breath of the industrial age is still everywhere. Crossroad in a logistics center, white tile veneer, still in the 90s style. At 9:30 in the evening, the clothing workshop next door was still rushing to work. The aunt wearing glasses was immersed in sewing, and several large piles of wrapped clothes were placed on the next table. At the entrance of the rehearsal room, a one-meter-diameter cloth was rolled up to the ceiling in layers.

It was a shabby rehearsal room. With the rolling door open, it was a 20-square-meter front hall. There were several barrels of empty wine bottles on the ground that everyone left behind during the New Year. On the white wall, Hao Zai used a marker to trace the 2 meter high guitarist in history. 一吉< /a>Portrait of Mi Hendrix. Two light and color-printed performance posters are pasted on the whiteboard-the performance audience here is sometimes single-digit.

The rehearsal room was only 60 or 70 flat, and the frog pools glued the purple sound-absorbing panels all over the wall by themselves. They cherish this rehearsal room very much, they take off their shoes when they enter the door, and the wooden floor can be seen.

The building next door is being renovated, covered with scaffolding, and the factory in the distance is still lit. Across the street is an office building with dozens of floors, with very magnificent lines, but there is no one, and the night is like a ghost. Jamie said that the boss was ambitious to build the building, only to realize that he couldn’t rent it out. He joked, “Dongguan does not write, so no one rents office buildings.”

After Mitutoyo and the others left the villa, Dyson wrote the song “Braided Up”, in which it read: “I am just a braided teenager, doing nothing to guard this clearing (nothing and nothing). “

©Ka Xiaoxi

◦Cover image photography: Ka Xiaoxi.