Sob o muro de cabeça de cavalo, bons caquis em pares.
Ela, cansada de viver como burro de carga em Xangai, e a mãe, que viralizou no TikTok ao pé do Monte Huangshan — Jiang Yuan nunca imaginou que um dia sua mãe ligaria cheia de autoridade: “Larga esse e
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On a Monday morning when life hardly seemed worth living, the subway station was already packed with people. Everyone was squeezed so tightly together that there was barely a sliver of space between them. Yet Jiang Yuan was nothing like her usual, half-dead self on the way to work, with her head heavy, her eyes vacant, and her whole face radiating the resentment of an overworked wage slave, like a puppet whose soul had been pulled out.
Quite the opposite—today, she looked radiant and full of energy.
Her large eyes sparkled with vitality, making her look like a bubbly, sugar-sweet girl overflowing with spirit.
Though she was jostled from every direction, she had not a single complaint. The happiest song in the world played through her Bluetooth earbuds, her feet tapped lightly to the beat, and she hummed soundlessly through her nose. Her mood was as colorful as a bag of rainbow candy, resembling that of a fresh graduate who had yet to be beaten down by society.
In reality, she had already been working for three years.
Just last week, she had been going mad on her social media feed, posting one bitter “working mule” quote every day:
“Life is full of walls to run into, but somehow I can never run into any money.”
“A poor wage slave never fears getting lost, because the farther you look, the poorer you become.”
“Until the future is decided, you and I may both be dark horses. But once the alarm rings, you and I are both working mules.”
“Sure enough, even the most optimistic person will wear a miserable fac