A drizzling Sunday.

A hint of chill, the ancient city filled in the rain and fog, a little less noisy, a little more quiet.

The drizzle that falls on the roof condenses into thin streams of water, and the dripping tiles along the ridge of the roof drip drip onto the verandah, emitting a "tick, tick." Voice. Qin Fan lay lazily on the bed, quietly listening to the whispers of his parents in the courtyard and the sound of his sister next door reading the text. The smoke from the stove seeped into the house through the crack in the door, and I couldn't sleep too lazy.

When I opened the door, a chill came to my face, and I saw Qin's father squatting in front of the coal stove, fanning the air inlet of the furnace with a fan, and the fire in the furnace was lit by firewood, and the smoke dissipated in the air unyieldingly in the drizzle.

Qin's mother has bought it from the gate of the compound and came back early. Following the last time, Qin Fan gave her another two hundred yuan, although she felt sorry for her son, but when her and Lao Qin's wages had not been paid, the burden of life was no longer a problem. Seeing his son's sleepy eyes, he asked, "Don't sleep more?"

Qin Fan smiled and said, "I can't sleep." Qin's mother thought that Qin's father made a louder noise when he got up the stove, woke him up, turned her head and scolded Qin's father in a low voice: "You dead ghost, you made such a loud noise to wake up your son." ”

Dad Qin took the pu fan and slapped it twice, and said to his son indifferently, "It's time to get up." ”

Qin Fan was afraid that they would stand up, so he hurriedly said, "Dad, that's right." Come, I'll help you make the stove. ”

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I made an appointment to go to the workshop with Ding Yun to have a look, ate breakfast, and went out after talking to my parents.

The drizzle outside was still drifting in the wind, and the umbrella he was holding was of little use, and after a while, Qin Fan felt his face moisten. When he came to the intersection not far from the school gate, Ding Yun hadn't come out yet, and waited for a while, standing at the intersection, looking at the city shrouded in drizzle, full of thoughts.

"What do you want?" was gently patted on the back, turned around, and saw that it was Ding Yun. She was dressed as if she was a college student today, a crimson and black fine plaid cotton shirt, tight black jeans, a pair of black Zhongbang leather shoes, and her black and shiny hair was simply tucked back of her head, combed into the ponytail that is now standard for girls. Seeing Qin Fan staring at her, he turned around a little proudly and asked, "How is it, is it good-looking?"

"It's good-looking, it's so good-looking, I'm almost dressed like my sister. Qin Fan said complimentingly.

"I know you're talking nonsense. Ding Yun said this, but she was very happy in her heart. If it is pleasing, Qin Fan can still say a lot. It was not convenient to speak at the intersection, so Ding Yun took Qin Fan and walked north.

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The old workshop of the textile mill.

When Ding Yun followed Qin Fan in from the back door of the textile factory, crossed a cement road that had been covered by trees on both sides, and before he approached the workshop, he heard the chatter of female workers in the workshop. When they opened the door, they were greeted by a piece of red, the red was dazzling, and when the female workers saw someone coming in, the chirping was much quieter, and when they saw that it was Qin Fan, only the sound of cylinder printing remained. Seeing this scene, Ding Yun whispered to Qin Fan, "They are afraid of you." Qin Fan signaled not to talk much, and led her to look at the finished product that had been prepared to be hung, and at this time, the leaders of each group also greeted her, and everyone looked at Qin Fan's face nervously.

"Good, nice. As Qin Fan spit out these words, the nervous faces of the team leaders showed joy, and after a while, the female workers' chatters started again. Qin Fan asked a team leader named Zhang Lingling to go next door to inform Chang Jun to come over with a record book. After a while, Chang Jun and Zhang Lingling saw Qin Fan together.

"You check the number of records with the team leaders, and if that's right, ask them to sign it. Chang Jun promised to check with the team leaders. Qin Fan said to Ding Yun again: "You prepare the money you exchanged from the bank and send it to them." ”

Ding Yun said angrily: "Oh, you asked me to come, just to use me as an accountant?"

Qin Fan whispered in her ear, "You are my housekeeper." Before she could reply. Chang Jun came over and said, "Brother Fan, it's all signed." ”

"Call them over and get the money. After a while, the female workers chattered louder, looking at Chang Jun's red and red face, Ding Yun and Qin Fan couldn't help laughing, no boy could withstand the noise of a group of girls.

The female workers who received the money were all happy, although there were only about ten yuan in their hands, but this was only three days, thinking about working in the factory, a month was only sixty or seventy, even this money did not know how to delay until that day.

Looking at the female workers with happy faces, Qin Fan couldn't help but sigh secretly, the Gao'an Textile Factory was actually on the verge of bankruptcy, and by that time, a large number of female workers had been laid off and then ...... Qin Fan didn't want to think about it anymore.

After cleaning up the mood, I took a look at their production process with Ding Yun again. Ding Yun looked curiously at these female workers rolling the banners with their hands and feet, a row of seven or eight female workers moved in unison, wearing sleeves and gloves, holding a frame in one hand, holding a roller in the other, pressing and rolling, a banner was printed, two people on the side immediately took it away and hung it, and the other two put the cut cloth in front of them, and then they repeated the previous action, simple and fast. He turned around and asked, "Fanzi, is this what you came up with?"

Qin Fan nodded with a smile and said, "Sister, I'll take you to see them paint again." As he spoke, he took Ding Yun's hand, went out from the side door of the workshop, and came to the first bungalow in the room, only to see that Lao Cui and them were also made in a row, and the vertical display boards were also passed from the previous one to the next every once in a while.

"That's how your college classmates do that in the deep city. Qin Fan said. Ding Yun looked at it with interest when he heard it, only to see Lao Cui draw the outline, color the clothes and accessories, and then pass the display board to Jiang Fei, Jiang Fei continued to paint the facial features, and passed it to Dong Xiang after painting, Dong Xiang took it and began to draw his hands and the wine bottle in his hand, and after finishing the draft, he passed it to Shi Ping, who was responsible for the art characters. All of them are thin-painted.

Ding Yun understood it, which ensured that the things drawn were basically the same.

"How's it going? You're moving fast. Qin Fan saw that there were about thirty completed exhibition boards, and asked Lao Cui.

Lao Cui had a bitter look on his face, and he didn't look at Qin Fan: "Fanzi, I've fallen for you, this fucking is too boring, if it weren't for the money, the old dick would do this!"

Ding Yun behind Qin Fan laughed quietly, and Lao Cui heard the laughter of a woman, and hurriedly turned his head: "Oh, it's Teacher Ding, look at my stinky mouth." He blamed Qin Fan again: "Fanzi, you too, Teacher Ding is here, and you don't say a word." ”

Ding Yun covered her mouth and smiled: "Xiao Cui, it's okay, it's okay." I'm just curious, come and have a look. ”

"Alas, Mr. Ding, this is really nothing to see, this is painting, this is a machine for printing money for mortals. Old Cui said grumblingly. Ding Yun smiled and comforted him a few more words. Qin Fan also exchanged a few words with the others.

When he came out, he happened to meet Chang Jun coming out of the workshop, Qin Fan hurriedly grabbed him, and told him a few words to pay attention to safety. Ding Yun didn't see the three people she introduced, so she asked Qin Fan: "Hey, Fanzi, what about the three people I introduced?" Qin Fan thought for a while and said, "They should paint wall advertisements in the county below." After speaking, he turned his head to Chang Jun and said, "You hold on for another week, and I will come to you next Sunday to give you a day off." ”

Chang Jun hurriedly said: "Brother Fan, you don't have to worry about me, I will do things for you." ”

Ding Yun said jokingly later: "Fanzi, if you give him a holiday, he is reluctant to leave, there are so many girls here, it's strange that he is willing to go." ”

Chang Jun's face turned red when he heard this.