Bypassing a pile of ruins that still have some grandeur left, and jumping over the fence that is only more than a meter high, eroded by the wind and rain into most of the black and white, faintly revealing crimson colors, you can already see the majestic figure of the old chimney.

The young me spat out the grass roots in my mouth and looked up at the sky. The cloudy sky grew darker and darker.

The black clouds, which quickly gathered and disappeared quickly, were like little sheep waiting to be fed when they met a big bad wolf, and they hurried and panicked, and ran away in all directions.

I quickened the pace under my feet, and the running kung fu that I had practiced for more than ten years on mountain paths and scrap metal came in handy. As soon as he hid under the small arch of the old chimney, the downpour instantly covered the heavens and the earth.

Without looking back at the tears in the sky, I plunged headlong into the black chimney, grabbed the cold angle steel ladder, and climbed up.

I couldn't see my fingers in the dark, but here I didn't need to look at all, and the ladder dozens of meters high soon came to an end, and light followed.

Jumping on the floor made of steel bars welded into a skeleton and spliced with scrap wooden planks, I sat on the ground with my ass on my head, lying down reflexively, and gasping for air with my mouth open.

Nearly half an hour of high-intensity exercise almost exhausted my physical strength. But the feeling of burning in my lungs made my adrenaline secretion increase sharply, and I was as excited as the groom who was about to enter the cave room.

"Boom", a slight sound came.

"Who?" I turned my head, my pupils dilated, and a shadow leaned against the exhaust vent of the chimney that I used as a window.

Rubbing my eyes, which were sore and itchy from being in the dark for too long and suddenly being stimulated by the light, I saw a woman in a red dress with shoulder-length curls in the same style as the golden retriever lion king on TV looking at me with a book in her hand.

"This is your secret base?" the woman on the other side bent down,

Asked in Mandarin with a soft, lethargic southern accent.

A delicate and beautiful face gradually became clear before my eyes. Two small shallow dimples formed on her cheeks from a smiling expression. On the bridge of his nose was a pair of dark red plastic glasses, and his long eyelashes were a little sparkling, which should be the rain floating in from the window. A few strands of yellowish hair hung down from the narrow forehead, but they couldn't hide the bright, deep eyes behind the lenses.

Seeing that I was staring at her and didn't speak, she stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, and Yin Tao's small mouth with bright red lipstick looked more and more delicate.

Straightening up, she smiled and said, "Little brother, don't be nervous, my sister was passing by, and I stumbled upon this place, so I thought I would come in and have a look." ”

I slowly stood up, stared at her hand and said, "That's my book." ”

"Yo, that's so stingy!" she smiled, furrowing her brow and covering her mouth with her other hand.

"I know it's your book, look what's wrong? What are you doing with your fists? You want to hit me? Don't look at you as a young man, you can't beat my sister and me." As she spoke, she leaned back and let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"This place I requisitioned. As soon as she said this, I had grabbed the pile of cartons on the right and reached under the pile of boxes.

However, she moved faster, with one stride blocking my hand reaching for the pile of cartons, and her right foot reaching out to my supporting foot.

While hearing a loud "bang" and the "creaking" of the splicing floor, my jaw and shoulders came into close contact with the floor. I was in my early twenties, and I also felt that it was dark, and I didn't get up for a while.

Struggling to lift my head with my hands propped up, I felt like I was falling apart, and there was a little coolness in the numbness of my jaw, and I knew that it was bleeding.

She was already sitting on the small wooden box I used as a stool next to the pile of cardboard boxes, with a biscuit box in her hand.

"Why are you so excited?" she said with a smile, raising her hand, pinching the box of biscuits with two fingers and spinning it in circles.

Instead, I calmed down, propped myself up with my hands, crossed my legs, sat on the ground and said in a deep voice, "What the hell do you want to do?"

She looked at me in surprise for a moment, but quickly reverted to her cynical expression. Breaking the lid of the biscuit box with both hands, she asked, "What's in it, can't it be a love letter?" Before I could answer, she opened the box and took out the contents one by one and put them on the ground.

The box contained my student ID, my parents' martyr's certificate, a certificate of merit from an outstanding college student, a passbook, and a few letters. She guessed it right, there was a love letter in it, but it was written to me by someone else, and the others were rejection letters.

She took out my certificate of outstanding college student, glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, made a "tsk" sound in her mouth, looked up at me, and said, "Disrespectful, disrespectful." He picked up a few more letters, opened them one by one, and looked at them one by one.

"These editors are all bullshit guys who don't understand, what parallel universes only exist in fantasy, quantum transmission has no scientific basis, what new era college students should abandon these illusory things! How much do you care about the future of the country and the nation? She scolded with jealousy as she looked at my rejection letter.

When she saw the love letter, she smiled and said, "Yes, your heroic appearance on the court attracted me, your unsmiling and hard-working expression touched me, and your spirit of excellence and experimentation inspired me." Tsk tsk, the little girl in your school really knows how to play. ”

I reached for a wad of toilet paper, wiped the blood from my chin, and continued to sit on the floor watching her perform.

After reading the letter, she raised her head and smiled at me, and said, "You, I also requisitioned." ”

"What?" Before I could come to my senses, she kicked me in the head. My mind suddenly rang like a bell in the ancient wilderness, and like a herd of mammoths as mighty as a mountain in prehistory, rushing straight at me, only to hear a "bang", and my last consciousness told me that my head had hit the floor again.

It's an amazing feeling, and I've never felt like it in more than twenty years of my life. I was like a fish swimming in hot water, wet, slimy, and lazy. This feeling passed suddenly, and what followed was like riding a horse in the green grass wilderness, galloping and galloping, and the horsehair hedgehog was galloping. Suddenly, a suppressed emotion exploded, as if the energy condensed in the stratum for tens of millions of years was suddenly vented, black smoke billowed out, magma collapsed, and the sky was dark, like the end of the world.

I struggled to open my eyes, and my head was still groggy as if I was holding a cauldron of 100 pounds. What appeared in front of me were piles of cardboard boxes, biscuit boxes, small wooden boxes, and piles of books more than a meter high from the floor, quietly erected on the floor.

It was still raining outside the window, and the rain had already subsided, and from time to time raindrops that had been blown out of direction by the wind flew into the window and hit the striped woven cloth I had stapled to the wall to keep out the rain.

I sat up, holding my head in my hands and shaking it, and suddenly I felt a chill on my body. When I looked down, I was naked, and I turned around to find my clothes and put them on. I remembered what had happened before I fainted.

"Who is she, and why is she doing this?" I couldn't help but think of it, and there was no answer.

I shook my head, got up and sat down in front of the small wooden box, my back against the red brick wall with newspapers. Suddenly, I noticed a note at the top of the stack of books pressed against my student ID.

I took the note, opened it and looked at it. It reads: Xiao Xu, you have been requisitioned here, and you have also been requisitioned. Note that I am not consulting with you, just informing you. There is no payment under it.

Standing up and walking to the window, it was almost evening, and the twilight was rushing in with the drizzle, shrouding the old factory site that had been abandoned during the construction of the third line.

In the distance, there was a flickering light, it was my school and some units that didn't know what to do, all built at the same time as this factory, and had struggled to stand for decades in this remote village where birds don't lay eggs.

In a week I'm going to leave here for an internship, far from the place where I have been living for four years, and I vow never to return, even though I have spent the best years of my life here—the red bricks and green tiles of the school: the teaching buildings, the dormitories, the cafeteria, the library, the laboratories, the fetteria and tin shops on the walls of the school, the rudimentary video halls and Internet cafes with brick and concrete structures without exterior decoration.

And, of course, here, the secret base I built on my own to escape the dirty, crowded, oppressive, abusive, vulgar, and boring remarks that are constantly filled with abusive, vulgar, and boring remarks, all of which are intertwined with strong male hormones.

That night, I packed up my important things and escaped from my secret base, without even taking that pile of martial arts novels, and never going back, leaving it as old as the dilapidated factory facilities around me forever fixed in my memory.