Her Story (好东西)

Momo, come here.

Your signature, please.

Mom, are you having me transferred into a key school?

What makes you think so?

Is that how you see me?

No. Renting a school-district apartment doesn't help at all.

It's not even a school-district apartment anyway.

Key school...

That won't make a difference.

You, Momo,

you can make it anywhere.

It's okay. Let's go.

Are we broke?

Come On!

We're moving into a piece of history here,

over a hundred years in the making.

Not everyone gets to live somewhere like this.

Buildings like this are everywhere,

and this one doesn't even has an elevator.

I read in the New York Times that

Taylor Swift said her secret to having long, straight legs

is never taking the elevator.

She takes the stairs instead.

- Really? - Really?

You've seen her legs.

This is how she got them.

That's right.

This hallway is so messy.

This is the charm of real human touch!

Our last place was quite neat,

but it was so impersonal.

Look!

How cute is that cat.

Where?

Right there!

Is that the type of cat you always wanted?

I wanted a Chinchilla, not a cat.

Chinchillas are like mice.

I'm sure there are mice here, too.

They're not exactly mice.

You're being a pain.

Go check out your new room.

Come on.

Excuse me!

Over here.

Come over here.

What's your apartment number?

I'm visiting a friend.

521 again?

He gets many visitors?

Not too many.

All pretty girls.

Including me?

I don't

comment on women's looks.

Hold up.

You will need to sign in.

I'm not like the others.

I'm his mother.

Well, write down your son's name then.

I'm his stepmother.

- Momo. - Dad.

Wang Tiemei.

Wang Tiemei.

Why didn't you tell me you were moving?

It feels like you're trying to avoid me.

I'm not bothering you, am I?

Perfect timing.

I just finished move in,

and look who shows up.

Momo tipped you off, didn't she?

Actually, I had something come up today.

Went to hospital.

Thought you should know.

Stay back. What happened?

I got a vasectomy, for your sake.

What?

We talked about this before.

Remember you mentioned the diaphragm isn't safe for women? I thought...

For me? Seriously?

I'm not even sleeping with you.

Did I ever ask you to do that?

No, no, you didn't.

I just wanted to give you peace of mind.

Men can have babies at any age, but...

What's that supposed to mean to me?

I just want you to know.

Momo will always be my only child.

You'll be hitting menopause in a few years.

I figured I'd take care of things on my end too.

Once and for all.

Let me see

if they've done it right.

It was just a consultation today.

The actual surgery has a one-month waiting list.

Idiot.

Sorry.

I was caught up in the shower,

and missed your call.

Sorry about that.

I should've been downstairs to meet you.

You should have told me your name.

Didn't realize your building was Fort Knox.

I am really sorry about the hassle.

Security's tight these days.

They've had issues with break-ins.

Do I look like I am here to rob the place?

Kind of.

So, what treasures are you hiding then?

You'll just have to wait and see.

You look... different from your photos. More... petite.

You are not that big yourself.

Sorry about that.

No worries.

Here we are.

Dad, look.

It's a nice drawing.

But you know,

It might be better on paper.

After all, you're no Michelangelo.

Shut up.

What I meant was,

a painting on paper is easier to keep.

You could even exhibit it one day.

Paint it on the wall, and it belongs to the landlord.

I don't need these anymore.

Sell them online,

and send me the money.

Seriously?

I thought you landded a job.

Editor-in-Chief, wasn't it?

We don't have space here,

and it'd be a waste to throw them away.

Keep this one-

the birthday gift you gave me.

You love it,

insist on taking it.

I never even used it.

I'll sell it in a day or two.

I need to go.

I'll come back and sort this out tomorrow.

Momo,

dad's off.

Come here, give me a kiss?

No need.

After all, I'm no Michelangelo.

Bye, dad.

Don't bear grudges.

And don't get so close.

It's bad for your eyes.

Just go.

I'll come pick you up this weekend.

You paint better than Michelangelo.

Do you know him?

Are you waiting for me?

It's alright.

I just wanted to make him feel what it's like to be followed.

I thought about this situation before,

and even looked up all sorts of advice,

but my mind went blank just now.

I kept trying to recall

what I was supposed to do,

but the more I thought, the more muddled I got.

And I just came from a guy's place...

he didn't even ask me to stay or walk me out.

Funny, I'm coming from seeing a guy too.

He fell asleep on me.

Feel any better?

Really?

Not really.

I can barely remember

what it's like to sleep next to someone.

Didn't feel any better.

That's oddly comforting.

Is this easy to ride?

Seems like a lot of work.

I'm not gonna let you ride it.

This is my last time on it.

I'm just running down the battery.

Exhaust this shit.

You live upstairs from me, right?

You head back first.

Let's go back together.

Really, there's no need to fuss.

Nice place you've got here.

It's not too crowded, pleasantly quiet.

Looks like it's perfect for warding off spirit.

It's a bit embarrassing, really.

I find myself missing our old office. It had a better vibe, more bustling.

Remember the army of interns?

You're sounding like a nostalgic old timer.

It's hard to believe this is where we are now.

You know, my very first job at the newspaper

was working right under you as an intern.

I devoured every piece you wrote.

You always said you'd die a journalist.

It just goes to show, you should never take a journalist at their word.

How the mighty have fallen.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Your WeChat Public account is alright, I guess.