In April, sunny days.

Although it was a warm and cold season, Cheng Peng had already put on a vest and worked in this second-hand house in sweat.

Amid the roar of the rumbling machines and the flying dust, his whole being had turned into a lime man. His short hair was covered with concrete dust, and his long eyelashes had turned grayish, and it was impossible to tell that this was a young man of only eighteen years old.

Even if he was wearing a mask, Cheng Peng could feel that his nostrils and mouth were blocked with dust. The worst thing is that he is physically tired, he does more than ten hours of physical work every day, and he can't eat enough, and now every inch of muscle fiber in his body is sore and painful. The eyelids are heavy, and you can sleep with a nest.

With a small hammer and chisel in his hand, he pulled a closet down with one stroke. Next to him, a man in his thirties was dismantling old decorations with more modern tools.

Cheng Peng is a hydropower apprentice, and the person next to him is his master, named Zhang Hu, who pays him 30 yuan a day.

"Thirty yuan, a lot! I'll take care of your lunch!" Zhang Hu brainwashed him like this.

can be said to be a hydropower apprentice, Cheng Peng has been with Zhang Hu for almost a month, but what he does is some miscellaneous work. If it's just like this, the key is that this product is not good for character.

Many times Cheng Peng saw him stealing things from the owner's house, one roll of wires today, two water pipes tomorrow, and he came to the door. For a salary of 30 yuan a day, he has to find various reasons to deduct a few yuan.

Cheng Peng really didn't want to follow Zhang Hu anymore, but his parents at home didn't give up.

My mother nagged in her face: "If you can't study, if you don't go to study in the junior college entrance examination, and if you don't learn a craft, what can you do in the future!" Although Zhang Huren is not good, he is the only craftsman in our village. You see, everyone has bought a van in those days!"

Dad also chimed in: "Yes, don't care about others, you just need to learn the craft." Don't be like your father and me, who will make you poor for the rest of your life. ”

When he said this, he usually touched his lumbar spine, which had fallen from a serious illness due to his long-term work. Whenever he saw this scene, Cheng Peng's heart felt like a pinprick. I don't say it, but my heart hurts.

Coupled with the little sister's big watery eyes, she frequently used innocent eyes to kill him, and the offensive of a family of three made Cheng Peng have to give in and endure it.

"I heard that the owner of this house is a teacher in our town, a rich man! Zhang Hu stopped, spat on the floor, and said to Cheng Peng.

Cheng Peng didn't respond, just took a small hammer and chisel to dismantle the cabinet. Suddenly, he felt the chisel chisel chisel something, and there was a crisp click. Then, where he chiseled, the planks cracked.

Zhang Hu came when he heard the sound, his eyes were bright, and his brick-like face was oily. Wiped his sweat, he leaned over, "What's that?"

Cheng Peng pouted secretly, knowing that this guy thought he could make money. He put down his hammer and peeled open the plank, revealing what the chisel had chiseled.

It turned out to be a dilapidated mirror, the surface of which had been chiseled out by a chisel, and somehow the mirror was actually embedded in the wall to hide the back panel of the wardrobe.

Mirrors are very ordinary, but this thing is very weird. Just imagine, who would nail a mirror to the cement wall behind the wardrobe?

Both of them couldn't help but shudder, and Cheng Peng even thought of the plot in the horror movie.

Seeing that there was no advantage to take advantage of, Zhang Hu returned to his seat in a huff, picked up the tools and started to work slowly.

In terms of identity, Zhang Hu is Cheng Peng's master and boss, but Zhang Hu still has a contractor on top of him, and he can't do the work if he doesn't do it.

Boldly, Cheng Peng took off the mirror, and he was not careful, his fingers were cut by the mirror fragments, and he was bleeding.

The mirror is just a very ordinary mirror, the back is wrapped in red plastic on the cheeks, and there is a beautiful decorative picture, and now Cheng Peng's family still uses this kind of mirror. It's been so old that the plastic back panel has faded.

Through the thin plastic, Cheng Peng could faintly see the true face of this mirror, which turned out to be a pentagonal mirror.

He looked over and over again, and when he saw that there was no mystery to speak of, he prepared to put the mirror aside and continue his work. Unconsciously, the blood on his hand dripped onto the mirror and actually dissolved into it.

Cheng Peng was very surprised to see this scene, and at the same time, he felt dizzy, couldn't help touching his forehead, closed his eyes, and almost fell to the ground.

When Cheng Peng opened his eyes and looked around, he was taken aback: "I*, what kind of place is this?!!!

In front of me, it is not the old two-bedroom and one-hall house that is messy and full of decoration garbage, but the green mountains and green waters.

Cheng Peng was standing on a green meadow, with a meandering and clear river in front of him and an equally green mountain behind him.

The air is so fresh, the insects are chirping, the birds are chirping, and the scenery is pleasant. And the moment Cheng Peng opened his eyes, five streamers of black, yellow, red, green, and blue flew out from five different directions, all of them drilled into his head, and then disappeared.

In an instant, Cheng Peng felt a hundred times more energetic, and all the fatigue was swept away, as if he had just eaten a big meal, and slept beautifully, and woke up naturally.

"Strange, am I daydreaming?" he muttered.

The sky was blue and white, and the clouds were like smoke, and suddenly an old voice came from overhead, saying some ancient words.

To be honest, with Cheng Peng's education level, he should never understand this. But he just understood, what the old man said was some farming, fishing and animal husbandry, and even medical skills and philosophy. All of these are forcibly instilled into Cheng Peng like an old monk chanting scriptures. Around the beam for three days, the aftermath is endless.

It is said that cramming teaching is not good for students and limits students' imagination. But this time for Cheng Peng, it actually had a miraculous effect.

After the voice disappeared, Cheng Peng recalled the words just now, but he didn't pull a word, as if he was a small movie, and replayed the scenes in his mind.

He was astonished and couldn't believe what he saw. Just as he was ready to explore the world, he suddenly felt the sky shake, and someone in the distance was calling his name incessantly and impatiently.

"Cheng Peng, you kid is lazy again, what are you doing, throw that thing away!" Zhang Hu grabbed Cheng Peng's shoulders and roared while shaking.

Cheng Peng came back to his senses and looked around blankly, this is still a demolition site, dusty everywhere, the ground is full of old wooden boards, concrete blocks, demolished tiles, etc., where is there still the shadow of green mountains and green waters?

Looking at the mirror in his hand again, the mirror had broken into slag, and with Cheng Peng's hand shaking slightly, it fell to the ground and mixed up with the garbage.

And the wound on Cheng Peng's hand disappeared impressively, leaving only a faint mark and blood dripping from the ground, which can prove that he had been injured.