The early winter sun shone warmly on the streets, the cold sea breeze caressed the modern city, and the plane trees still hung the last few leaves, desperately struggling in the wind. Just like the sentences in the poem, no one knows their "love triangle", "the departure of the leaves, is it the pursuit of the wind, or the tree's refusal"?

Fushun stood in front of the completed financial building, looking up at the three high-rise buildings rising from the ground, and his heart was surging with excitement. After more than 300 days of hard work day and night, hundreds of people sweated like rain, and finally created the "Haixi speed" of Huajian Third Bureau and won the highest honor in China's architectural industry. The financial building stands tall looking down at the sea and the blue sky, and is about to spread its wings.

The sheds where the lodgings once lived have been demolished, and magical musical fountains dance merrily on the marble floor. Tomorrow, the workers who are "fighting side by side" with him will have their contracts terminated at the end of the construction period, and some of the renewals will be transferred to another construction site, and most of them do not know where to go.

The indoor elevator of the building has been put into use, and Fushun entered the elevator with the workers of the decoration team. He climbed up to the rooftop of the top floor alone and sat there quietly, letting the warm sun caress and let the breeze blow. Just like the endless sea, there are endless cities on the north and south sides. He knew that in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of bricks were rising from the ground in the city—the city was spreading rapidly, devouring the rural land like a beast.

It is this devouring that has led to more and more peasants working in these cities. They are constantly pursuing a better life, and they are no longer satisfied with the few acres of land contracted by the countryside, they are also suffering and sweating, and the city has given them a more generous report, and the same is the same repetitive work day after day, and the city has turned sweat into economic benefits more quickly. In the rapidly developing cities, the peasant class, dressed as the working class, has almost become the main force in the construction of a city. This new way of capital flow from the cities has continued to flow to the countryside, and the term "engaging in sideline business" has expanded from "contracting land to operate or selling crafts" to "working outside the home". More and more "10,000 households" have been born from farmers who go out to work.

Of course, Fushun will not forget that he is a farmer, especially in the few days between going to the next construction site, the small farmer's inferiority complex and loneliness sense is even stronger. At the distant stone bridge, that must still be a closed place. Without a decent road, without a real car, the total population of the most "prosperous" town of Shiqiaochang is not enough to reach the residents of an apartment in Haixi...... Industrious Shiqiao people, ancestors have guarded that land that is not rich for generations, if one day. The expansion of the city could extend into that mountain, how nice it would be!

Fushun suddenly remembered that in the hall of every house in the stone bridge, there was such a couplet pasted on the "land position of the main house" dedicated to the god of the land under the shrine - "Not only white jade grows in the soil, but also gold comes out of the earth." The slogans in black and red and the never-seen god of the land did not make the peasants dig out gold and silver in the mud, but many poor people could not open the pot, and even displaced in the face of natural disasters.

Fushun likes the city, not only because he creates the value of zào here, but more importantly, it can carry his dreams. Just like the building under his feet, when the project is consistent with the composition in his mind. The excitement is beyond words. He stood up with his hands behind his back, like a great designer drawing a blueprint for a city.

A familiar voice came from behind the "genius ......", with a little sadness. Xiang Yu came to the roof of the building through the narrow passage. She had been through grief for more than a month. The source of this pain is not just a loss of love, but a kind of misunderstood grievance. Fushun, who didn't listen to the explanation, had already tortured the cheerful and lively Xiang Yu to the point of being extremely depressed.

Fu Shun turned around and looked at Xiang Yu, who was trying his best to hide his sadness. The empty rooftop made him unable to find a place to hide, and the decadent girl tore his newly calmed heart apart. "You...... How do you find ...... here?"

"You will never be able to escape from my Five Finger Mountain......" Xiang Yu forced a smile. Genius, let's not make trouble, okay? ”

The tear in my heart is even more intense. Xiang Yu's pretentiousness even made him feel disgusted, this woman who took the initiative to throw herself into her arms when she saw anyone (of course, this is just the hero's self-thought). Corroded by capitalist ideology, it is unacceptably open. He didn't speak, and quickly turned to look into the distance—this was his quick way to escape.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and the sea breeze and sorrow pierced together. Xiang Yu moved her steps, she really wanted to rush up and hug this man who thought about it day and night. But at the moment, she couldn't. This man no longer belongs to himself, and the mirage of love has taken several years to focus and refract, but it is blocked by the ruthless dark clouds and is fleeting!

"Genius, things are not what you think, Shi Junyong ......" Xiang Yu walked behind Fu Shun and retracted his outstretched hand. The thoughts that were once far away in the sky have to accept the torment that is close at hand. Holding hands is just as much a luxury as hugging.

Fu Shun turned around abruptly and looked at the passage not far away. He wanted to run over in a hurry, away from the place where he thought he could see a foreign country. He didn't want to hear any explanations! Especially about Shi Junyong, he can believe in Xiang Yu's innocence, but he will never forgive Shi Junyong for his shamelessness.

The day after he came back from Ma Yunmei's house last time, he found Junyong on the construction site and gave him two fists without saying a word. Our Fushun is no longer the coward who was bullied by the "building dog" in the Jade Emperor Temple, the reinforced concrete built him into an iron-clad man, Liu Fushun, who is one meter seventy-five tall, is full of guts, and Shi Junyong, who is half a head taller than him, has not yet reacted, and has been beaten to the point of bleeding from his mouth and nose.

It's normal to fight on a construction site, but it's extremely rare for a temporary worker to fight a regular worker and turn the other cheeks between fellow villagers! No need to ask, there must be only one reason - for women! In the past, it was just a fight between geopolitical teams, and as long as it didn't cause a group vicious fight, no one would care about it at all. Where is the opponent of Liu Fushun, who is "pampered and pampered", after three kicks and two punches, Shi Junyong is defeated. "Zhu Xuanzui" A few fellows only pulled the two of them when Shi Junyong was almost beaten - ha, these punches are enjoyable, and they can relieve hatred!

Everyone thought that Liu Fushun would be cleaned up by the superior leaders, but they didn't expect Manager Fat Hu to come over and criticize Shi Junyong, and took the initiative to ask if Fushun was injured! In fact, there is nothing strange about this, Shi Junyong and Mr. Ma's daughter broke up, not to mention, Liu Fushun still took Mr. Ma's car to the construction site in the morning!

It's just that after that, Shi Junyong and Liu Fushun became rivals. The logic of "men become friends through guò fights" does not work in the face of intricate love entanglements. Although Fu Shun also regretted his impulsiveness a little later, he thought of Ma Yunmei's tears and Li Xiangyu's ...... Fuck it, give him back everything I owe him!

Fu Shun recalled that in order to stay at the construction site for the banquet, he drank two bottles of wine from Shi Junyong, and after getting off work, he bought three bottles of the same wine and threw them to the stone worker with a blue nose and swollen face. Where would Shi Junyong accept it, he took the wine bottle and smashed it on Fu Shun's head, this time he didn't fight back - let you smash it, you will return it to you if you smash it, I will be injured a little in exchange for two clearances with you! Fu Shun, who didn't blink his eyes, returned to the shed with two big bags on his head, and his mood was suddenly much happier! It was his fist and foot kung fu during the day that made the workers respect him, but he didn't expect this scholar who usually didn't talk much to be a "practitioner"!

Thinking of this, Fushun plucked up his courage again. Since Shi Junyong can take the initiative to face it, why do you have to keep avoiding a weak woman? He already knew about the entanglement between Xiang Yu and Jun Yong, and Yun Mei, so he was just a bystander now—yes, just a bystander, and he must not be caught up in that terrible whirlpool of love...... (To be continued.) )