Hi everyone!
My name is Guan Chenglin. I live in a old-fashioned compound in Haidian District, Beijing—less than a ten-minute walk from Line 4.
By day I’m an algorithm engineer at a tech company beside the North Third Ring; by night I’m either spoiling my cat, scrolling Bilibili, or jogging around Olympic Forest Park.
Ask me what I love most and I’ll say: Friday evening, fridge emptied, red-broth hotpot bubbling while an old movie rolls—only when the chili tingles my tongue do I feel the weekend has truly begun.
Some complain the city is cramped; I adore its street-side smoke: alleyway tripe stands, 2 a.m. neon of convenience stores, and cabbies’ non-stop crosstalk.
If you’re into photography, sci-fi, or need a badminton partner, we’ll click in seconds.
Your turn: is there a tiny, easy-to-miss diner in this giant city that always pulls you inside the moment you pass?