I ran an airbnb in Hong Kong and hosted a girl who was working and staying overnight.

Nowadays, I have become a very vulgar person most of the time. The reason for sharing a bed is because the rent in Hong Kong is too expensive and I am too lazy to find a new roommate. I rent out this house in Mong Kok for part of the day every month. For those who travel, money comes quickly, and the tenants and I each take what we need.

I received almost 50 girls last summer. It felt like a gust of wind. They came and left quickly. Most of them can’t remember their faces, but some left a deep impression.

A 19-year-old girl who returned from California to transit here said she will come to Hong Kong for exchange next semester; her sister who has obtained permanent residence in Hong Kong decided to go to Canada a few years after returning to China; and there is also a girl who found a stable job in the mainland and no longer wants to A college graduate who is staying in Hong Kong; has obtained Australian WHV and is going to work as an au pair in the United States. I wonder if her recent trip went well; a sister who brought her sister who just finished the college entrance examination to travel. At the end of August, we watched the same performance by Lin Shengxiang ; The girl who writes a diary every day, saw the avocados I raised and went back to cultivate one and later sent me a photo of the young leaves sprouting; the girl from Shandong who was locked up by my broken door lock for an entire afternoon without complaining, and I went to the dance party and danced like crazy, I really liked her wanton and bright personality; and my short-haired sister, who helped me take care of my cat when I went to Shanghai for a few days, left for Europe in September to re-study her undergraduate degree.

At certain moments, I suddenly thought that Hong Kong has been compared to a temporary stop. Isn't my small rented home in Hong Kong the same, providing a stopping point for people traveling here. I heard many personal stories from different backgrounds. Some of these fragments were slightly related to Hong Kong, but most of them had nothing to do with it. I remember that night at the Indian restaurant, Qinggua talked about her years in Hong Kong and regretted not getting to know more stratospheric people. She was about to go to Canada to start a new life plan. The protagonists of the story stay here for a few days and then go to other places. I received several handwritten notes and posted them on the wall, hoping that Hong Kong's return to the south would not come too violently and that the writing on them would remain unchanged for a little longer, preferably fifty years.

Having said this, I seem to have moved some emotions, but I no longer project too many emotions on specific people. I am more pleased that I have created a safe corner in our city. Everything is flowing, coming and going lightly is the best state. My city and I are always in the stage of getting to know each other. Even if we leave for a short time and come back, new feelings will emerge. This way of accepting outsiders seems to be very good. I don’t want to be raised to a higher level - [I am a friendly and kind-hearted woman]. I am a ruthless person who gets irritated when guests trouble me, and I will talk more when I meet someone I can talk to.

Posts posted on Xiaohongshu did not indicate the price in order to avoid official deletion. Someone sent a private message and learned that they would charge money, and replied to me: [I thought it was free. 】I politely replied that I had a pleasant trip, and immediately complained to my roommate behind my back: Sorry, I am regarded as a savior. Who would rent a house in Hong Kong and provide free accommodation to strangers?

Unexpectedly, I soon became someone who let strangers come and stay at my house for free.

When I received a long list of messages from Joe, my head felt hot and I agreed. All the information elements are complete, making it impossible to refuse. Clearly introduce yourself, your past connections with Hong Kong, topics of interest, bring your own sleeping bag, and want to use skills exchange to stay. After discussing it with Maomao (actually it was my sole decision), we decided to trouble her to make a dinner in exchange.

After watching Kuling Street for four hours on Friday, I returned home and saw Joe busy in the kitchen. I knew the size of my kitchen and there was no way for a second person to squeeze in and intervene in any affairs. I asked, "Do you need help?" ] would appear very hypocritical. I slipped into the room and prepared to enjoy the fruits of my labor, but I was still a little uneasy. I thought about helping Carol take care of the fields on the farm in September. She has been working for ten years in exchange for accommodation. She has to receive new faces every month and accepts our labor with ease. But this is my first time (and possibly my only time) after all, and I am not used to accepting the fruits of labor from stranger residents as a matter of course. As soon as Mao got home, I whispered that we would do the dishes later. Joe had been busy for too long.

Dinner started at eight o'clock, and we spread out the other side of the folding table. This was the first time this new table had occupied the center of the living room in half a month since we bought it. Like old friends, we had a nice, relaxing dinner and conversation. She bought a book about Taiwanese LGBT movement and told us to put it in our place. God, if you calculate carefully, the money she spent on this family (fruit, dinner ingredients, books, and labor time for cooking) is almost equal to one night's accommodation.

Joe stayed for two nights, and before leaving, he left behind a painting. It was the scene of the dinner that night. We seemed to be wrapped in a womb, forming an invisible connection with each other.

[Cherish tonight, we will meet again later]. What is worth cherishing is not only the dinner night, but also the moments when we meet the secret codes. For example, she pointed to my canvas bag and said that I also have this badge. It was a street sign for Urumqi Middle Road that we bought from Enclave Bookstore in Chiang Mai at different times.

When I think about Mao saying that you should not publicize working in exchange for accommodation, someone will definitely come and ask if you can accept working in exchange for accommodation.

I still want to make a firm statement: I am not a savior, I also need to eat, and I will not accept most of the applications for part-time work and accommodation, but it also depends on the mood, the weather, the reception status of this month, and whether everyone is compatible.