The child asked her dad to play with her, but sometimes he just couldn't muster the energy. He knew something was wrong, but it was just exhaustion, the kind that seeps from the bones.
It was probably some day in July, one evening Old Zhou was lying in bed scrolling through his phone until his fingers felt sore. Suddenly, he stumbled onto a video about the renovation of an old house in Anchuan.
Though Anchuan is also in Mianyang, he hadn't really been there much.
He clicked on it and saw an old courtyard in disrepair, with crumbling walls.
The host was a young man, admittedly handsome, but dusty and dirty, busy dismantling the broken doors and windows.
He couldn't stop swiping through.
The host kept updating regularly, and occasionally he would catch him live streaming.
Old Zhou followed it like a TV series. Every night after work, no matter how tired he was, the first thing he'd do in bed was to click and see what else he'd tinkered with that day.
