At the entrance of the subway, I always met a beggar, so dirty that I could no longer see my face, and he sometimes lay in his own bunk, sometimes chatting with another female beggar. I guess he's definitely not a performance artist, only

At the entrance of the subway, I always met a beggar, so dirty that I could no longer see my face, and he sometimes lay in his own bunk, sometimes chatting with another female beggar. I think he's definitely not a performance artist, just pure wandering. In this world, he always has relatives, he once had friends, and when he was a child, he was also the baby of his parents, what kind of life encounters and experiences have fallen into such a situation