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In the second half of the night, it rained again. It was not heavy, but it was enough to knock down the withered leaves on the branches.

At 5:20, Shan Yufei got up in the dark, heated the steamed buns with bean paste brought back at night in a pot, and cracked two more eggs to make two bowls of salted egg flower soup.

There were several clothes hanging on the balcony. He took off a black T-shirt, squeezed it a few times, and made sure it was completely dry before putting the clothes rail aside.

There was only one low-watt lamp on the balcony, and the surroundings were dark. He didn't enter the house, so he took off his vest and threw it in the basin on the balcony, and changed into a T-shirt.

The t-shirt is very old, bought in middle school, and has been washed so many times that it is almost worn out in some places.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, thinking that this T-shirt should be eliminated when the weather turns completely cold.Come summer, I have to buy a new one.

The steamed buns heat up quickly, and the time is tight in the morning. He doesn't care about the hot egg drop soup, and finishes his breakfast in 3 minutes. Then he gently puts another steamed bun and another bowl of egg drop soup on the living room table and covers them with a cover. good.

It was for the sick grandfather.

After finishing all this, he turned off the lights in the kitchen, picked up the backpack he packed before going to bed, went out lightly, locked the door, got on his bicycle, and ran towards the motorcycle factory not far away.

Haoling Motorcycle Factory is one of the few remaining large-scale factories in Yuancheng. The production line is divided into three shifts in the morning, middle and evening, and the morning shift has to start work at 6 o'clock.

Society is progressing, and people's lives are getting better and better. A few decades ago, workers were not afraid of hardships and strived to be model workers, but now few people are willing to go to the morning shift.

Shan Yufei was one of the few workers who volunteered to work the morning shift.

It's not that he can endure hardship better than others, but that he can leave work early when he works in the morning. The motorcycle factory implements an eight-hour work system, plus a break at noon, so he can leave work at 3 pm, and he can get another job after get off work.

The seafood cafeteria of Jianshu Hotel requires night shift waiters to be on duty at 5:[-] p.m. The motorcycle factory is far away from the city center, and there are often traffic jams when you squeeze the bus, but if you ride a bicycle, as long as you are fast enough, you can catch up every day.

The factory building is very old, the lights are dim, and the sound of the machines is deafening. The workers have to shout loudly. It is said that many workers who have been with the machines for half their lives will suffer from mild or severe ear problems.

Shan Yufei arrived at work on time, put on a canvas work uniform, stood beside the rumbling machine, and started a day of mechanical and heavy production work.

If there is nothing wrong, the workers will hardly communicate with each other, and they are all doing the work at hand, more like a robot than a robot.

Shan Yufei was taller than them all, even though he was doing the same thing, he looked completely different from the people around him.

—Like, he shouldn't be in a place like this at all.

During the lunch break, the cafeteria employees delivered boxed meals to the various workshops, and the workers lined up to receive the meals, gathering in groups of threes and twos, chatting and eating outside the factory building.

The outside of the factory building is quiet, and the noise of the machines cannot be heard. Only at this time, everyone can have a few words about each other.

Shan Yufei took the boxed lunch to a corner far away from the crowd, and quietly picked up the rice.

The dishes in the cafeteria are heavy in oil and salt, and have nothing to do with health. If he is not too busy, he would rather make some side dishes and bring them to the factory.

"Xiao Dan, why are you sitting here alone?" The workshop director, Gou Ming, is a thin, bald uncle who probably just finished his meal, and his lips were red uncoordinatedly, "Let's eat with everyone."

Shan Yufei got up from the stone bench, smiled politely, "I'm done."

"You child." Gou Ming patted his arm, seemed to want to say something, but finally stopped, sighed: "Go and have a rest, it's still early to start work."

Shan Yufei nodded, "Yes."

The lunch break lasts an hour, and most people only spend 20 minutes cooking and eating, and the remaining 40 minutes are either to find a place to take a nap, or to play poker.

Shan Yufei was the youngest, only 20 years old. Naturally, he couldn't hang out with those workers from his uncle's generation. After dinner, he went to the most remote factory building alone.

The factory building has been abandoned, with a dozen stray dogs living there, and it is quieter than other places.

Seeing him coming, Xiao Hua, who gave birth to a litter of cubs, wagged her tail to meet him. He squatted down, with a rare smile on his lips, scratched Xiao Hua's chin, and lay down on the bench not far from the kennel.

Lack of sleep and overload every day, these 10 minutes of sleep at noon are precious to him.

The stray dog ​​understands human nature and never disturbs his sleep.Xiao Hua led the screaming kids out of the workshop, sat down in a row, and took the initiative to act as a guard.

It's to catch up on sleep, but most of the time, he can't fall asleep at all.

There are too many things in my heart, heavy responsibilities on my shoulders, and sometimes I still feel out of breath when I fall into a dream.

The only fortunate thing is that the job in the motorcycle factory is stable, and he can be regarded as "taking over" from his grandfather. He receives a small but adequate salary every month, as well as daily necessities such as oil, salt, and rice paper.

If grandpa's medical expenses are not large, the income from the restaurant job can basically be used to pay off the debt.

Thinking of the debt, he frowned tightly and sighed silently.

When the work preparation bell rang, he sat up, covered his face to relax for a while, and then walked towards the factory door.

The stray dogs liked him and followed him most of the way, almost sending him to the workshop where he was made.

The noise of the machine filled his ears again. He rubbed his uncomfortable eyes and picked up the parts at hand.

The work of killing people has begun again.

"Workers in the engine workshop of the motorcycle factory..." Luo Tanshen sat on the sofa on the terrace of the villa, holding the investigation report sent by the secretary in his hand, with a playful tone.

"Master." The secretary, Lin Xiuhan, was not much older than him. He said he was helping him with work matters, but in fact, he was more concerned with his emotional matters. Over time, he became close to him, and his words were not formal, "You Is your taste getting stronger?"

"Really?" Luo Tan smiled deeply, and his eyes fell on Shan Yufei's life photos, "I think his face is much more handsome than those of my previous lovers."

"Handsome is naturally handsome." Lin Xiuhan said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't catch your eyes, but his family background..."

"Ok?"

"Isn't it a bit shabby?"

"Workers." Luo Tan raised the corners of his eyes deeply, "Do you look down on workers?"

"That's not true." Lin Xiuhan quickly shook his head, "It's just that there are not many young people like him who 'take over' as workers before finishing high school."

Luo Tanshen didn't know if he heard it or not, "His father is mentally ill?"

"Yes, but he has passed away." Lin Xiuhan said: "Now he lives with his seriously ill grandfather. His father was also a worker in a motorcycle factory before his death."

"He has no mother?"

"I heard that she ran away after giving birth to him."

Luo Tanshen closed the investigation report, with a smile on his lips, "It's pretty good, my family is miserable, and I'm constantly striving for self-improvement."

Lin Xiuhan's eyelids twitched, and he always felt that Luo Tan's deep smile was a bit cruel.

"Then you have decided?" Lin Xiuhan asked.

Luo Tanshen stood up and stretched, "Well, I want to chase him."

At this time, the butler, Uncle Qiao, came to the terrace and coughed lightly twice.

"Uncle Qiao." Luo Tan turned around deeply, "What's the matter?"

Uncle Qiao's face was not very good-looking, "Master, Mr. Ping has been waiting for you downstairs for half an hour, and said that he would like to see you no matter what."