At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, at an altitude angle of 90 degrees to the sun, the sea, the concrete floor, and the buildings on the ground all point to the sky with the same vertical reflection line. Every corner of the city was shrouded in heat, and people and things suffered in the chaos for second after second.

Even so, cars and trams are still running on the road; People on bicycles pedal quickly, wanting to feel a little wind through acceleration; Occasionally, one or two walkers wagged their folding fans and jumped under the shade of the trees; Rows of tall plane trees or locust trees snoozed wearily, and the leaves were shyly wrapped in a curl......

The financial building with the completion of the main project stands in the center of the city, giving the surrounding buildings of the Republic of China more historical charm. Xiang Yu tilted his head and remembered an ancient poem - "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands", but at this moment, hanging above the heads of the workers is a round of fierce fireballs, which seem to set the whole earth on fire.

The huge construction site is surrounded by a wall, and the gate is written in white paint with the words "Heavy construction ground, no entry". Xiang Yu dragged a heavy suitcase and hid outside the gate under a locust tree, waiting for someone to come in and out, and she waited for the opportunity to enter. Xiang Yu knew he was here from a letter written by Fu Shun to Yang Jiawan.

"Is it true? Don't coax me! A man of about forty years of age walked in front, followed by a burly young man.

"Who coaxed you, Brother Zhu, I've said it dozens of times, such a big boss may not still make fun of a little person like us?" The young man walked up to the door and knocked on it.

Xiang Yu looked at the young man. What a familiar face it was, a bronzed face, brass bell-like eyes, a more powerful arm bend, a more mature countenance...... Ah, my love, the years have passed, and the years are like the precipitation of the sea, polishing you into a man who stands up to the sky!

He was so impatient that he didn't notice the tear-eyed girl five meters away. "Open the door, Brother Li, I'm Fushun!" The shyness and timidity of the past have become the roughness and arrogance of the present, and the deep voice has an attractive magnetism, which makes the sun tremble slightly in the sky.

"Fushun ......" Xiang Yu finally called out his lover's name. Fu Shun turned around and looked at the infatuated eyes with a blank face. This turn woke up the quietly flowing river of years, and the endless thoughts in Xiang Yu's heart turned into all kinds of tenderness, flooding in an instant! In front of her eyes, it is not a ragged worker, but a lover who is waiting for him obsessively. "Mydear (my dear one)!"

The girl who was holding the leather case lever and was already in tears, looked at Fushun quietly, motionless, for fear that her changed appearance would scare away the eagle in her heart. After saying that sentence in English softly, Xiang Yu didn't speak again, she waited for the love in her heart to recognize the waiting lover, and waited for the surprised genius to call out the name of her kiss!

The golden sun shone on her golden hair, and the withered locust flowers were still exuding a lingering fragrance. Fu Shun looked from head to toe, although Xiang Yu had tried her best to dress up more modestly, she still looked like a city girl. Fu Shun put her last eyes on the hands holding the lever - like a white and flawless work of art set on the lever, the slender ten fingers are as white as onion roots, delicate and small - it must be a pair of jade hands playing the piano, if in front of the piano in the concert hall, the music she plays will definitely be exciting.

No! That's a pair of hands holding a pen! Yes, it must be a pen and not a piano! The spiritual pen must have jumped in her hand, drawing lifelike pictures on the white paper, writing euphemistic and moving words—a string of notes more beautiful than the piano, a score more exciting than the Pastoral Symphony......

Yes, that's a pair of skillful hands that depict love! Fushun's eyes returned to the girl's eyes again. The tears in the corners of the eyes that have not yet slipped are conjured up in the colorful colors of the sun, the black eyeballs are pregnant with the next crystal clear "pearl", and the bloodshot whites of the eyes are full of dense words, as if there are endless words to confide; disappeared in an instant, and the blank space in the pair of small eyes all turned into waiting to say goodbye......

"Hunan ...... Hunan ......? Fushun's tears were also about to come out. At this moment, the two of them forgot the scorching sun, the Mercedes-Benz vehicle, and the embarrassed bystanders. The person I waited for day and night, the girl I thought about day and night, I thought I forgot your appearance, but I didn't expect your eyes to stitch up my broken liver and intestines!

Should I give her a warm hug like the male protagonist in the movie? Or do you want to take her little hand like Junyong took Yunmei? Fu Shun took a solid step and walked to his lover in three steps, but he could not make any movement, but was cramped as if he had met a stranger, and finally stretched out his calloused right hand as if out of some courtesy.

Xiang Yu laughed out loud! Why doesn't she want to hug her loved one? However, this is in China; In front of him was a conservative worker! Then, out of the reserved nature that a girl should have, Xiang Yu also stretched out her right hand, just like an official meeting between the two heads of state-

"Hello! Xiangyu, you're finally back! ”

"Hello, genius, you won't go back again!"

"That's the decent girl?" Brother Zhu stared blankly under the sun and couldn't help but interrupt the funny conversation.

"Brother Zhu, this is my good friend, Li Xiangyu! Xiangxiang, this is Brother Zhu! Fu Shun naturally turned the handshake into holding hands, and Brother Zhu's eyes were round just now.

"Brother Zhu, I'm Liu Fushun's girlfriend!" Looking at Brother Zhu's round eyes, Xiang Yu explained bluntly that Brother Zhu's eyes widened even rounder!

But Xiang Yu's explanation that should have been proud made Fushun a little uneasy. Brother Zhu's simple clothes, simple image and face, which has been through vicissitudes, pulled him back to reality. "Girlfriend"? Fu Shun looked at his clothes that were about the same color as the earth, and then looked at Xiang Yu's bright dress. "The best match for flowers and cow dung should be in the soil, not in this glamorous city." Fu Shun let go of his hand, "The cow dung in the city should be cleaned out!" His inner monologue made his face sink from the excitement that had just begun.

But at the same time, how reluctant he was to have that silky and delicate hand! It was those hands that made his pale youth turn into the color of love! "But I don't have the qualifications or the ability to hold those hands, at least not yet!"

"Brother Zhu! Fushun! The door to the construction site was opened, and a big head popped out of it.

"Xiangxiang, I'...... I'm going to work, you ......"

"Can't you take time off to accompany me in the afternoon?"

"I ...... You go home first, leave me an address, I'll come back to you when I have time......" Fu Shun hesitated, he knew, and he couldn't explain why he was in a hurry back to the construction site for a while.

"What time do you leave work in the afternoon?"

"It's after seven o'clock!"

"I'll pick you up! Seven o'clock is waiting for you here! There you go! Xiang Yu waved his hand. The palms of her hands, and the sweat droplets left by those big hands, and the marks of those calluses. Xiang Yu turned around and reached out to stop a taxi.

"It's okay to give it to Lao Tzu! You and the masonry are hidden! Listening to the accent, this girl is also Jiang Yun's, right? Which lady is it? Brother Zhu put his arm around Fushun's shoulders and walked to the construction site.

"Hmm......" Fushun's heart was still tumbling. Xiang Yu's sudden appearance set off another layer of waves in his just peaceful life.

The big net of life, what plot will be set up in the next place? Some people are willing to fall in the face of life, and eventually become slaves of fate; Some people try to choke the throat of fate and eventually become the master of fate. Perhaps it is because of these unpredictability that our lives have become so colorful?