The car stopped on the side of the kilometer-long road, and right up against the highway was a hillside covered with temporary dwellings built from discarded materials—a veritable slum.
"So they actually live here..." Zhang Xinran got out of the car and looked up at the shanties on the hillside, filthy and disordered.
"Let's go! Many people have their unique destinies, some can change them, and some just have to accept their fate!" Liu Hun said, patting Zhang Xinran on the shoulder.
The two asked for directions and walked for more than ten minutes along the bumpy road before arriving at a very simple and isolated temporary dwelling, where they heard arguing as soon as they approached.
Liu Hun pulled Zhang Xinran aside, and the two peeked through a hole.
"Ha! Mu Xi, don't be so naive! You really think you have talent? Bullshit!" A somewhat obese man with hands on his hips threw a stack of song lyrics and music sheets in the face of a woman.
