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More than ten years ago, Haoling Motorcycle Factory was strictly managed, not to mention outright outsiders, and even the family members of employees were not allowed to enter the production area at will.Nowadays, the guard work has been relaxed a lot. Two or three guards are wearing crude security uniforms, smoking and chatting at the door. The workers are almost all people who have lived in this area for decades. They swipe their "face cards" to go in. Yes, occasionally a newcomer, as long as he wears the overalls of the motorcycle factory, he can walk unimpeded.

Luo Tan has a cool look, and the motorcycle outfit is called "smooth" in the eyes of the 50-[-]-year-old guard.

The guards have been in the motorcycle factory all their lives, and the biggest person they have ever met is the factory manager, and the city leaders who came to inspect the work, naturally they can't tell whether Luo Tanshen's motorcycle is good or bad, so they look him up and down. I thought it was the son of a worthless gangster from a worker's family.

When the doorman was young, he was also a gangster who could fly in fights. Now that he is getting older, he has learned to bow his head and behave like a man with his tail between his legs, but he still has to put on airs in front of the new generation of gangsters.

Luo Tanshen was blocked outside the factory gate.

At this time, the morning shift had already started work, and he knew that Shan Yu Feilun's work was the morning shift.The doorman wouldn't let him in, which was easy, and a few red notes would solve the problem.

The guards touched the lower right corner of the ticket, took a sharp turn in attitude, invited him in with a smile on their faces, and offered to carry his motorcycle into the office for offering.

The factory area is very large, one-story buildings are next to each other, and each building is a production workshop.Luo Tan deeply remembered that the information brought by Lin Xiuhan stated that Shan Yufei was a worker in the engine workshop, but he just heard from the guard that the engine workshop is a big concept, which is divided into small workshops and small sections. If you are a person, you have to know the specific work section of the other party.

Thinking that it was still early anyway, Luo Tanshen didn't say Shan Yufei's name immediately, and wandered around the bungalows leisurely by himself, thinking that maybe there would be a "chance encounter" later.

As far as the eye can see, the bungalows are too dilapidated, with red bricks and gray tiles, with a strong sense of age. The noise in the workshop is rumbling. When you get close, your hearing will be occupied by the sound of the machine.

Luo Tan deliberately took a few deep breaths, his nasal cavity was irritated, he couldn't hold it back, and sneezing wouldn't stop.

After finally fighting hard, he straightened up and looked, and found a group of dirty stray dogs watching him vigilantly.

He took out a tissue, wiped his nose and mouth, and frowned slightly.

The smell that filled the air was too bad, dry and rough, as if mixed with various metals, it was indescribable.

This is very different from what he imagined.

All night long, I was thinking about what the smell of motor oil on Shan Yufei would be like, whether it would be wild and sexy, perhaps mixed with the smell of tobacco and sweat.

If that smell is the "strange smell" I smell now, it would be a big disappointment.

Luo Tan twitched the corners of his lips deeply, realizing that he was really thinking too well.

As a worker in this kind of dilapidated factory, it would be nice not to be wrapped in a sour smell. How could there be any wild and sexy smell?

"Tsk." He shook his head with a smile, and whistled to the stray dogs.

The leading stray dog ​​turned around and ran away, and the others followed suit.

boring.He wanted to throw away the tissue, but when he looked around, he couldn't find the trash can.

He didn't have the habit of throwing away trash, and he didn't want to hold the used tissues in his hands all the time. He walked to the nearest bungalow, thinking that there should always be a trash can in the workshop.

It was only after entering the workshop that the noise and smell inside were suffocating, and the lights were not very bright. The workers were silent, almost blending with the rumbling machines.

After only staying for less than a minute, Luo Tanshen couldn't take it anymore.He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, where has he ever been in such a place.

He ran out of the workshop in a hurry, and bumped into a person when he turned a corner.

"Sorry." Luo Tan said deeply.

"Who are you looking for?" The person who came was Gou Ming, the workshop director of Workshop 32.

Luo Tan took a deep look at him, and didn't want to talk at first, but he was so dizzy just now, he really didn't want to continue wandering around like a chicken without a head, so he asked, "Do you know which workshop Shan Yufei is in?"

"You know Xiao Dan?" Gou Ming said.

Luo Tan knew the right person to ask, "I'm his friend, let's come and see him."

The interpersonal relationship in the factory is simple. Gou Ming has been a worker for half his life, and he has no intentions. He pointed to the bungalow, "Here, he is in the workshop inside, but it's not a coincidence..."

Luo Tan subconsciously turned around and looked, his eyes darkened.

The working environment in this workshop is too bad, right?

Gou Ming continued: "He asked for leave today and went to Liuchun Cemetery to pay his respects."

The Liuchun cemetery is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and its "feng shui" is not bad, but the surrounding environment is really bad. Those buried here are poor people who cannot afford other cemeteries.

The portrait printed on the tombstone is quite clear, it is a haggard and emaciated man.

There is no brilliance in the man's eyes, and he can even see a bit of world-weariness. The description is very ordinary, but if you look closely, you can find that the man's bones are outstanding, and he can be called beautiful.

Shan Yufei put the borrowed iron bucket in front of the tombstone, looked at the photos of the deceased with a blank expression, then looked away, and began to place incense candles and fruits.

Not far away, a family was also sweeping the grave, and the firecrackers were crackling. After the firecrackers were set off, incense was offered one by one, crying or laughing, and telling the recent life with the deceased relatives.

Shan Yufei's side was so quiet that it was almost indifferent.

After inserting the joss stick, he didn't bow or look at the man again, but squatted down in front of the iron bucket to burn paper money.

In Yuancheng, there is a custom of calling out the names of relatives while burning paper money, thinking that relatives can receive the paper money, but Shan Yufei didn’t say a word, staring at the burning paper money numbly, until his eyes were so smoked that he couldn’t open his hands before raising his hand. Take a block.

This action seemed to be wiping away tears, but there were no tears in his eyes.

Two pockets of paper money may seem like a lot, but it only takes about ten minutes to burn them, but the joss sticks take a long time to burn.

When the open flame of the paper money was completely extinguished, he also extinguished the dark flame of the joss stick, put the fruit as an offering into his pocket, turned around and left without looking back.

In addition to borrowing and returning the iron bucket, the whole grave-sweeping process took less than half an hour.

He carried the fruit and walked towards the field ridge where he could catch a tricycle. He wanted to throw away the fruit several times.

But his grandfather told him many times to take the fruit back, "There are blessings for offering fruit, and it is your father's blessing to us."

He looked down at the fruit and smiled wryly.

All that man left behind was despair and hardship, so there was no good news.

The temperature in the countryside was lower than that in the city. He waited for a long time by the side of the field, but he didn't wait for the car. He was shivered by the cool wind and his stomach growled.

Although the grave-sweeping time was short, the time spent on the road was too long. It was already around [-] o'clock in the afternoon, so I should be hungry.

He doesn't know how to eat fruit. He forgot to bring dry food in the morning, and there are no restaurants around. If he wants to fill his stomach, he still has to take a tricycle to the town.

The most "warm" work clothes were washed at night, and he only had a single shirt on him. He tightened the neckline tightly, thinking that he must buy a thicker autumn coat this time when he goes back.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the sun was covered by clouds, and the sky was completely overcast. A tricycle passed by, and there was no room for people in the car. The driver smiled honestly: "Brother, I will come to pick you up later!"

He smiled, "Thank you."

The tricycle kicked up dust, and he slightly narrowed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a supercar that was incompatible with the surrounding environment driving crookedly.