The scorching sun hung in the air, like a burning briquette in a furnace, and the blazing temperature seemed to melt the entire Jiangyun City.

"It's really his grandmother's heat, **** old mother, I have to work for ten hours a day!" A worker couldn't stand the heat anymore, sat on the gravel, and began to scold his mother.

"Why don't you get an air conditioner? Fear the heat, get out into the sea! A full-time project manager worker was probably also in a panic, and replied angrily.

Fushun didn't say anything, and took the gray knife and lowered his head to lay bricks. The troughs on the backs of the shirtless workers became ditches of sweat. The complexion of all the workers was like a protective net on a shelf - the black surface was embedded with large pores.

The safety officer came to the elevated shelf on time for safety checks. Compared with these temporary workers, Shi Junyong is obviously much more comfortable.

"Fushun, tomorrow Meimei has a birthday, she has a few friends with her, and you can come too!" After a routine check-up, Junyong squatted down to invite Fushun.

"I ...... I'm at work! ”

"I remember that you haven't taken a vacation this month, so let's have a day off tomorrow, let's go to Yangming Island to play, it's cool over there."

"I ......"

"That's it, change into clean clothes tomorrow morning, and we'll pick ......you up," Shi Junyong finished speaking, and pulled down the elevator gate valve downstairs - eggs can be spread on the cement floor above the 20-odd floors.

Fushun accepted the invitation from his heart with trepidation. He had long wanted to visit Yangming Island, that mysterious and secluded place was full of magic. But he was worried that he would be out of step with that group of people in the city, and he would inevitably be embarrassed to be with a group of college students.

After taking a bath, Fushun lay on the bed and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The smoky smell of sweat fills the hot air, and the "buzzing" long-legged mosquitoes can land on these dark skins at any moment and wreak havoc on them - even if there is no place to bury them, they still enjoy it.

At this time, what can sweep away the exhaustion of these men is not sleeping with their heads covered, nor is it white wine - on this hot day, drinking alcohol is a kind of torture. What excites them is the hours-long "sleeper talk", and the eternal theme of the "meeting" is still "women".

The massage parlors in the backstreet of the construction site were all closed down a few days ago, which made several regulars of the massage parlor regret. However, they were also secretly glad that they were not at the scene on the night of the investigation, otherwise they would have been arrested and the company would have fired them immediately.

"As soon as the red face is gone, people are worried, and the lonely goose flies south for another autumn." Although it is now a summer of 378 degrees, a few "lonely geese" who have lost their physical and mental sustenance seem to usher in a solemn autumn. There are twelve people living in the dormitory where Fushun is located, in addition to Fushun and his three fellow villagers, there are five Henan people and three Anhui people.

"Mom, why is it sealed? Isn't it open? As soon as I let go, he was sealed! A young junior named Russell spoke first. Everyone in the dormitory understands that there is this little Russell's good friend in the "Night Primrose" massage parlor! What's more, this eighteen-year-old young man dedicated his precious "first time" to a girl named "Yin Hong". Xiao Luo can't read a few words, and now he is still a small worker who moves things, maybe his parents don't know, and he "accidentally" named his child a Western philosopher.

"Great philosophers, other philosophers are thinking about the world with their brains, but you are thinking about the bottomless pit with your brains, but it's a pity that you are a child, and you are dedicated to the 'chicken cluck'! Your little friend didn't leave you an address for you to look for her at night? Haha......" A voice amused everyone.

"It's your business! It's better than you, I don't have that diamond to take that porcelain job, I heard that you went in a minute and were defeated, ran out into the street and burned a few pots of cigarettes, and came back and bragged everywhere......"

Just now, that person became atmospheric and didn't dare to make a sound, but it was Xiao Luo's "serial cannon" that amused a group of people again.

"Liu Fushun, look at the book...... Tell us what kind of girl you like? Let me tell you, there are all kinds of things in 'Night Primrose', and they are very beautiful! It's a pity ......"

Fu Shun had no choice but to close the book, got up and pushed the half-open window out, although he didn't expect the hot wind blowing from the beach to cool down, he wanted to breathe.

"What about you? Fushun ......" and "Wang Luzi" carried a small half bottle of liquor alone, stretched out his left foot to Fushun's feet, and arched his right foot on the mat. The only person who still drinks liquor in this weather is this "drunken maniac".

"I don't have anything to like, I'm still young......"

"Little one! Russell is younger than you, everyone has opened meat, don't say you still eat vegetarian now! "Xiao Luo's master, who was in his thirties, was asleep on the top bunk of Fushun, and suddenly half of his head stretched out, and the unkempt dust danced in the light of the street lamp.

"Some people open the pig to eat meat into the water, some people open the pig thighs to eat meat, and some people gnaw a mouthful of pig hair, which is also called open meat ......" "Zhu Xuanzui" turned over and said coldly. This amuses the big guys again.

Fushun is very grateful to Brother Zhu for being able to relieve himself. In every "sleepdown talk", Fushun rarely talks, and generally everyone will not tease this "nerd", but since little Russell was also "pulled into the water" two months ago, Fushun suddenly became the target of everyone's "attack".

"Lao Zhu, I'm afraid you haven't touched a woman for several years......" A voice came from the corner.

"Brother Zhu has touched more women than we combined," "Tie Guan Li" seems to know Lao Zhu very well, "People are tired of playing ......"

"Lao Li, don't talk nonsense! I'll tell you the truth, it's itching to see you guys play tricks, but ...... It's overwhelming! You call me an old cow to plough the land, it doesn't matter if the plow is broken, but I ran to pee and wet the ground, and the soil was not loose, so don't you cry people......"

"Hahaha......" Before Lao Zhu finished speaking, the big guys were already leaning forward and backward with laughter, and the few who had already lay down couldn't help but laugh and sat up.

Fu Shun also laughed. He has become accustomed to such "hooligan talk", and sometimes he feels that these are also an indispensable part of life, and "popular culture" is also a kind of culture, so it can be regarded as a kind of "spiritual food", although it has always been dominated by dross.

I don't know who it was, and suddenly led the topic to Ma Yunmei. But this innocent and lovely little girl was not molested, but was repeatedly praised by the men......

"Liu Fushun, do you like Ma Yunmei?" Little Russell crossed three beds from the other side of the plank bed to Fushun.

"What nonsense?" Fu Shun asked rhetorically in half-baked Mandarin.

"Why do I think every time you look at someone's eyes? One time I watched people carry you on their bicycles! ”

"What do you like? I think you like it too? "Wang Luzi" took a sip of wine, from the mouth to the heart, "I like it and it's not wrong, other girls are good-looking, what is that sentence called...... 'Everyone has a heart for beauty'!" ”

"I don't like ......," Fu Shun argued, "That's my classmate Junyong's girlfriend, and we just play together a lot!" ”

"If you want me to say, you are much stronger than that handsome and brave! That baby, if you don't have real skills, it's a set of sycophants! It's right for you to play with her, isn't your hometown called playing friends? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, people graduated from a regular secondary school, and Yunmei is a talented woman......"

"Yo, listen, listen, it's all called Yunmei? Why do I hear so sour? ”

"You Mo Na Fushun is happy, whether you like it or not is someone else's business, you have the ability to let people carry you on a bicycle...... I think you're sour! ”

The joke about Ma Yunmei and Liu Fushun was stopped by Brother Zhu, but the "sleeping meeting" still lasted until more than eleven o'clock, and everyone repeatedly talked about each of their women, of course, most of them were made up by men with good faces......

After three seconds of silence, snoring erupted in the dormitory, completely drowning out the "buzzing" of mosquitoes. Fu Shun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and counted the time with his fingers - this was already the 543rd day of Jiangyun......

Fushun suddenly remembered something? By the way, tomorrow is the eighteenth day of the sixth lunar month, and it is also my nineteenth birthday...... Only then did he remember Junyong's invitation again, and Junyong said that tomorrow was also Yunmei's birthday......