It is often said that life in the world is nothing more than eating men and women. There is some truth to that. No, just when Ma Ping was trying his best to pursue Chu Lan and was brain-wrenching, Cen Xinrui, who had been recruited to Qingjiang Tractor Factory, also suffered a small "peach blossom luck". It's just that this encounter came to an abrupt end before it officially began.

Early in the morning, Cen Xinrui came to the foundry workshop. The section leader explained last night that tomorrow we should come in advance and make the preparations that should be done.

Maybe it was too early, and there was no one else in the workshop except for the section leader who came one step ahead of Cen Xinrui. Without the roar of the blowers and the shouts of the workers, the empty workshop seemed very quiet. Seeing Cen Xinrui walking into the workshop, the section leader subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist, and the hour hand pointed to half past seven, which means half an hour ahead of work. Seeing this situation, the section leader was very satisfied. Although the worker named Cen Xinrui in front of him had not been in the workshop for a long time, through observation, he found that the other party was a person who was willing to work hard, and he was never lazy and slippery. Whenever he saw that the bucket cart pig iron pushed by the young man was the most full when he was feeding, and he would never rest until he finished loading the cupola, he was very happy and even a little moved.

He thought that if other workers could be like this young man, the work of this section would undoubtedly be much better. However, the section leader also has a small opinion about this newly recruited worker, that is, he is not very gregarious, and when the big guys sit together to talk about the mountains, he sits alone on the side, either taking out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and looking at it, or sitting still thinking about his thoughts. Since he arrived at the workshop, he has never talked about women with big guys, and no one has seen him have a relationship with the opposite sex, so that some people say that he is a monk behind his back.

Of course, there are also people who think that this nickname is not suitable for him, because he is not pure-hearted, but his preferences are different from ordinary people. For example, he loves to learn. The scene that people who lived in the same dormitory with him were most familiar with his cramped bunks, piled up with all kinds of study materials. When he is not at work, others mostly watch movies and go shopping, but he does exercises in the house, and in those big hands, in addition to the bucket handle when loading the stove and the rice bowl and spoon when eating, the most he holds is paper and pen. The kind of look that stops as soon as you pick up a book and never distracts makes your roommates embarrassed to tease.

"Xiao Cen, take a break, as soon as Li Gong arrives, we will start. Seeing that Cen Xinrui had cleaned up the debris on the passage, the section leader came over to take care of it.

"Okay. Cen Xinrui answered, and seeing that everything was ready, he sat on the iron bench next to the bucket truck.

Up to this point, it has been eight months since he left Baling Lake and came to Qingjiang Tractor Factory. It is undoubtedly a fortunate thing to be able to return to the city and have a job to support himself, but he does not know when he began to feel a sense of melancholy. Therefore, because in the foundry workshop, because the work is to haul pig iron and coke, and this is as long as there is physical strength, there is no technology at all, especially the factory regulations, when going to work, he must not do anything unrelated to work, and he can't do anything during rest, which inevitably makes him feel very boring. Sometimes he also wants to talk to his colleagues, but they are either fighting or talking about women, and they can't talk about it at all.

It is precisely because of this that he remembers his days at Balinghu Middle School from time to time. In his opinion, although he did not know where his life ended at that time, at least every day was very fulfilling, not only reading books, but also meeting with colleagues who belonged to the same teaching craftsmen, although it could not be said that "in and out of all the Confucianism", at least there was a common language with them. In particular, it is a sense of accomplishment to see the students I teach grow as a result of their work. Therefore, he thought that teaching is actually a very meaningful job, and it is not impossible if he can become a regular in Balinghu Commune Middle School.

"Cen Xinrui, there is your letter. At this moment, Chen Li, a young female worker who had just been married, walked in from outside, and when she saw a large pile of newspapers and letters she was holding, she knew that she had come from the communication room at the entrance of the factory.

When he took the letter and saw the word "Du" on the cover of the letter, Cen Xinrui was very surprised. Searching through his memories, he really couldn't remember any of his friends and acquaintances with the surname Du.

"Girlfriend is here, right?" Looking at Cen Xinrui's surprised expression, Chen Li quipped.

"If only that were the case. Cen Xinrui opened the letter and said casually. When he shook off the folded letter paper and saw the inscription at the end of the letter, he immediately understood why there was a "Du" character written on the envelope, because the letter was written by Wen Yiqing. In this short letter, in addition to asking him to say hello to his parents on his behalf, the main thing is to tell him not to write again until his problem is solved, and he will not write to him himself, as for the reason, he knows.

Looking at such a letter, Cen Xinrui felt a lot of emotion in his heart. On the one hand, it is uncomfortable, but at the same time, it is also very moving. It is precisely because of this that he once again feels that Wen Yiqing is a person who can be friends. In the years of decentralization, being able to meet him is also a strange fate in my life. This is just like what my mother said, the world is so big, but so small, I thought that Aunt Ma was silently chased to a place where I don't know what it was, and there was no possibility of meeting in this life, but I had to meet this mother and son again in the decentralized Baling Lake, isn't it a coincidence that it can't be coincidental and what is it?

Soon after recruiting workers into the factory, Cen Xinrui remembered what happened to Aunt Ma and Wen Yiqing when he went home once, so he told his mother.

Hearing her son say this, Zheng Wenshu was a little surprised. She couldn't help but think of all kinds of past interactions with Aunt Ma, including the situation when the neighbor gave Kang Keling a golden pen when she was pragmatically admitted to university, and of course, the most impressive thing was the tragic scene when she was kicked out of her house.

"Mom, do you know why Wen Yiqing was sentenced?" Looking at Zheng Wenshu's thoughtful look, Cen Xinrui asked.

"Didn't you say he raped the female students in his class?" said Jung.

But he said he had been wronged. Cen Xinrui looked at his mother seriously.

"What did he say?" Zheng Wenshu was a little surprised when she heard her son say this.

"I think he makes sense. Cen Xinrui said carefully.

"Really?" Zheng Wenshu looked at her son inquiringly.

Seeing that his mother was skeptical, Cen Xinrui repeated what Wen Yiqing said to himself.

Hearing her son say this, Zheng Wenshu can be said to be shocked at this moment. She never imagined that the water in this case was so deep, or that the background behind it was so dark.

If this is the case, this Aunt Chao is obviously not only not a good stubble, but also a femme fatale. It's just that, as an uncle and concubine, how much hatred does she have for Aunt Ma that she wants to send the latter's son to the class room? As soon as she thought that Wen Yiqing might indeed be wronged as he said, Zheng Wenshu felt that this matter was too terrible. After thinking about it, she remembered: Grandma Ruan seemed to have heard Grandma Ruan say earlier that as Wen Guozheng's distant cousin, Aunt Chao wanted to fill his house very much, but because Wen Guozheng married Ma Xiuyun, Fang broke her thoughts.

If this is the case, isn't this world too frightening? Is there still a way to survive if such a person is targeted? Thinking of this, Zheng Wenshu shuddered a little. Of course, she finally relented, and repeatedly warned herself not to let her son guess what she was thinking. After all, his life path is still very long, and his heart must not be shrouded by dark things.

But Zheng Wenshu didn't expect that Cen Xinrui didn't know as much as she knew about why Wen Yiqing would be framed by others, but he still knew something from Wen Yiqing's own expressions, and he was no longer a young man who had just been delegated to that meeting, but a calm young man who had experienced a lot of world affairs. Although he is often exposed to unpleasant things, as people often say, "life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten", but the education given by his family and school over the years still makes him full of hope for the future, and sunshine has always been a portrayal of his character.