My colleague asked me, “Where do you live now?” I said, the same compound. I know why people ask me this question often. Indeed, I am known for moving frequently. In the end of every term, the security guards see me carry black bags. I need to move next month again. I told it to the second-hand landlord but he hoped that I can stay because “I don’t make trouble for him.” He even said I can pay less during the summer holiday and he can keep it for me. He asked me to pay three months’ rent and he will return it and the deposit next month. I have to trust him for the time being. If he won’t return it next month, I will call the police again. Too many stories in the past ten years. What is it, Finally, that life is like? It must be a wild goose treading on snow and mud .