In a steel mill in western Guangdong, in the sintering workshop, workers wearing hard hats are busy working.

The workshop is hot and dusty and noisy, and in the summer, each person basically blows a horn fan. Then everyone prepared a large kettle, and drank cheap tea water freely.

These are life-saving things. Once the heat is dehydrated and heatstroke, it can be hospitalized for a few days, and at worst, there will be no life.

"Daheng, do you smell anything?" In front of a few fierce fans, the squad leader asked loudly. The big fan is very noisy, and the workshop is full of the sound of machines, and everyone is shouting.

"Nope! Monitor. I replied. The squad leader's name is Lao Deng, and he is a very good person. For me, who has been in the factory for more than a year, the squad leader has been working here since the factory was established in 98 and has always taken care of me.

The squad leader looked around, looking for the source of the stench in his mouth. In this hot place, there is not a single bug, let alone any dead rats or anything like that.

However, yesterday's class meeting said that the sintering workshop would be repaired this afternoon. And now it's noon, and there is still half an hour to go.

Lao Deng bypassed the duty room and saw a person in the maintenance workshop in the distance behind. They wore different clothes than ours, and they wore different hats, so they were instantly recognizable.

I saw a worker in front of me climbing up the blast furnace from the iron ladder, which could not be climbed during the maintenance period. I went back to the squad leader to blow the whistle to stop it.

As soon as he pulled the sleeve of the squad leader, he saw the worker in the maintenance workshop, and a white shadow next to him joined him. Then the worker's feet sank, and the whole person was twenty centimeters shorter. The gas pipe next to it also slowly sagged.

"Let's go! Run! "Class Elder Deng turned around and pushed me away. I ran to the door of the workshop, kicking the dust off the ground.

At this time, I was only twenty-three years old, and I was in good health. After barely graduating from high school, he stayed at home for two years. My dad got me into a steel mill, where the wages were the highest among any factory in the county.

I smelled a very strong stench in my nose, and there were several explosions of "boom" and "boom" behind me. Yes, it was a deflagration, because I saw a strong fire, not a simple explosion.

The firelight licked the steel structure above his head wantonly. The squad leader followed me, I don't know if it was intentional to protect me, or by chance, the whole person pounced on me.

The workshop was really dusty, the sky was full, and there was zero visibility. There are steel structures and cement masonry smashed down.

Because of the high pressure of the air, the eardrum burst all at once. Nothing can be heard, all that remains is sharp tinnitus.

I was lying on the ground, feeling heavy and hot. Looking back, the clothes on Lao Deng's back and legs were already burning. I grabbed Lao Deng's shoulders with both hands and dragged him out desperately. The flames blistered the back of my hand.

Out of the workshop gate, there was already a mess outside. A large group of workers ran around with large fire extinguishers. There were only two people in the fire brigade holding the fire hose on the ground, but the emergency was not effectively organized.

A few workers sprayed me and the bloody squad leader with dry powder. I covered my face and was about to stand up when suddenly a bigger explosion came. A huge shock wave swept open the door and roof of the workshop.

The workers and I threw it like kites with broken strings into the empty stockyard outside. When I hit the ground, my eyes suddenly went black and I lost consciousness.

The brain paused, and the eyes became dark and heavy. Sometimes I feel cold, sometimes I feel hot. I don't know how long it took me to slowly open my eyes.

What greeted me was a gray white. When my eyes finally regained focus, I realized that the white was the ceiling.

I slowly turned my head to look at it, and on the right was a glass bottle, and a small transparent hose under the grille extended downward, and there was a liquid dripping slowly.

This is.......? Hospital? Am I not dead?

My neck was wrapped in gauze and I couldn't move. I could only stare at the liquid dripping slowly, and when I got tired of it, I closed my eyes and rested. The sense of smell slowly recovered, and I smelled the strong smell of alcohol, as well as the smell of ultraviolet rays sterilizing the clothes.

Many people will ask, does ultraviolet light still smell? Of course not, but ultraviolet light sterilizes the quilt and produces a special taste. It's like the quilt my mother just dried when I was a child, it was the smell of sunshine.

This is what the white hospital bed smells like now. A lot of people don't like to smell it, and so do I. But now there is no way, lying here and not moving.

When the drip was almost over, someone pushed the door open and walked in front of me. She was a fat nurse, in her forties, with a tray in her hand.

The nurse looked down at me, a little surprised, and said, "Yo, young man, are you awake?" ”

I didn't hear any sound, I just guessed by the shape of her mouth.

The fat nurse was a little surprised to see that I didn't make a sound. He put down the tray and walked out. A few doctors came in a while.

An old doctor took a big metal fork and knocked it on his hand and put it in my ear. Another young doctor pulled out a flashlight, shone it on my ear, and then a few people talked to each other and went out.

After a while, my parents came in, followed by my sister, they talked to me, and when they saw that I didn't respond, my mother wiped her tears, and my father sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

My sister opened the lunch box and fed me, but I was very thirsty now. I couldn't move my whole left hand wrapped in gauze all the way to my shoulder, and I could move even though I had gauze wrapped around the back of my right hand.

I made a gesture of drinking water with my right hand, and my mother quickly brought boiled water and fed me little by little. After drinking a glass of water, my throat was moistened, and I called Mom. Mom cried again when she heard it.

After lying like this for a week, my hearing slowly recovered a little. The urinary catheter was taken out the day after waking up, the oxygen tube was also removed, and the fat nurse pushed the oxygen cylinder away.

I asked my parents in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong with me?" Dad wrote down my question to me on a piece of paper, so that I could understand the situation.

It turned out that I was 5% burned, concussed, and had a ruptured eardrum. The left hand was burned from the neck to the fingers. Burns on the back of the right hand. He said that when his condition stabilized, he would give me a skin graft on my left hand. The skin is shaved on the inner thigh and transplanted to the left arm and neck.

It's soft to think about. The inside of the left arm is not injured much and can be recovered slowly, and the right hand is also superficially burned on the back of the hand, and skin will slowly grow after taking the medicine.

The concussion was not a big problem, there was no intracranial hemorrhage, but he was in a coma for three days. It is said that the ruptured eardrum can grow on its own and heal slowly. It doesn't seem to be much worse.

My sister has her own family and has to take care of children, so she brought me food three times a day, and then left in a hurry. Dad is a laid-off worker, originally in the county's bearing factory, originally the county's bearing factory was state-run, doing export business.

Later, it was restructured, that is, it was transformed into a joint-stock enterprise and became a private one, and then the orders were robbed by other large factories. Now the workers in the factory are gradually laid off, and my dad is one of them.

Later, my father bought a rickshaw and went out early and returned late in the wind and rain to do the business of soliciting customers.

My mother is a housewife, and now she is taking care of my sister at home. Originally, the factory was assigned a dormitory with tiled houses, and when the fund-raising room was built, tens of thousands of yuan were scraped together and a set of fund-raising houses were obtained, which was more than 70 square meters. My brother-in-law opened a ready-to-wear store, and my sister often had to go over to help look after the store.

So my family was also mixed with a commercial house at that time, and there should be no problem for me to marry a wife in the future. It's this scar, I don't know if it has a big impact?

I asked my mother to bring me a mirror and take a look at it. The fever is gone, and there is green stubble left, and there is no injury on the face. Thankfully, it's still that handsome. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was finally relieved.

I was hospitalized for three months, had two skin grafts, my hair grew back, and I was discharged without any problems with my movements.

When I got home, I had a few playmates who grew up as children, and I came to visit the house and brought beer. However, Dad said that he couldn't drink alcohol for a year, which would affect the effect of skin grafting, so they moved the beer away after chatting for a while. I swallowed so hard that I wanted to take a few sips.

Occasionally, a few familiar classmates would come to see me, sit for a while, encourage me, take a sip of tea and leave.

Since I woke up, no one has told me the truth, my playmates and classmates have not told me, and my family has avoided telling me. I just heard that the insurance company lost 80,000 yuan, and the factory lost 20,000 yuan, adding up to just 100,000 yuan.

Dad divided the money into three parts, 30,000 yuan for each of my parents, which I used for my future marriage, and the remaining 40,000 yuan was stored in the card for me to spend by myself.

A playmate joked that I now have 40,000 yuan for pickling girls, and he wants to take me to play. In our small county, looking for a girlfriend is all about going out to play. Many playmates, classmates and friends will hold small activities and gatherings to create opportunities for single men and women to meet. Then they got to know each other, and they each relied on their abilities.

But I always had a question in my heart, and I wanted to find out what was going on in the sintering workshop at that time. And how happened to my squad leader, I also want to know.

I kept looking for the squad leader's family, the family of my former co-workers, and their friends to find out what was going on. Sadly, of the ten people on duty, I was slightly injured and the only survivor.

Fortunately, I was fast at that time, and if I didn't save the squad leader, I would have run alone, and I guess I would have been able to run to the main road in front of the factory before the last wave of explosions came.

But the squad leader blocked the first wave of deflagration for me, and he sacrificed his life, so I was slightly injured and saved my life. At that time, it was really impossible for one person to run for his life.

In the autumn of this year, shortly after I was discharged from the hospital, I went to see the factory leaders. The leader didn't want to see me, saying that the money was enough, and my life was saved, so why should I go? I wandered in front of the leader's office for a week, trying to find out what was really going on, but no one would tell me.

Seeing that the bank was about to get off work in the afternoon, I went to the counter and withdrew 20,000 yuan in cash, found the squad leader's home, and forced 20,000 yuan to the squad leader's lover. It was the squad leader who saved me.

I heard that the workers who died of work-related injuries paid 200,000 yuan, and at that time, 100,000 yuan could buy a three-bedroom and one-hall commercial house, 80 or 90 square meters. But the money is my personal heart.

Seeing the haggard face of the squad leader's lover, the loss of her lover hit her hard, but I couldn't help anything. Except for those 20,000 pieces. Walking out of the alley, I wanted to take a look at the site of the explosion. When I turned around inadvertently, I noticed that someone was following me.

Hehe, did you see me coming out of the bank? I want to grab it early, and now the money is handed over to the squad leader's lover. I went into another alley, and when I turned the corner, I crouched down and took half of the brick on the ground and hid it in front of it.

Halfway down the alley, I stopped, didn't make a sound, and didn't look back. But I can feel the people behind me slowly walking step by step.

I didn't make a sound when I walked, but I was able to hear again, and my ears were as sensitive as radar. According to the sound coming from the outside world, it can pounce on the person's body, and then reflect it.

The sound was like light, and the man stood two meters away, and when I turned around, he saw my brick and smiled.

"Daheng, it's me, Jiang Ming!" The man spoke.

I stared at the man's handsome face for a while, searching for information about the face in my mind, trying to think about it. This seems to be a person in the technical department, that is, an electrician, a computer in the pipe factory, monitoring, and office electronics maintenance.

Once he came to the duty room of the sintering workshop and said that he wanted to install a camera, but was scolded back by Lao Deng.

Lao Deng said that the sintering workshop should ensure the output according to the report. The safety of the workers and the commuting are taken care of by his squad leader, and there is no need to install a camera to watch the workers work, which makes people uncomfortable. Later, only one thing was installed at the door of the workshop.

"You're an electrician in the technical section?" I finally remembered. He nodded. Keep staring at me.

Then he said, "Did you give the money to Lao Deng's daughter-in-law?" ”

"Yes and what? What the hell is going on with you? I raised the brick in my hand.

He smiled contemptuously, and suddenly made a move. He pressed the brick against my chest and hit me with his right fist. I followed his thrust, took two steps back, and he landed a sanda combination.

I'm shocked, this kid is still a practitioner. I backed away and dodged his fists and knees as I hit his hands and knees with bricks.

During the two years when I was unemployed, those playmates in my father's factory made room in the old tiled house, and often played sandbags, practiced boxing and drank beer together. In the past two years, I have also followed the training, and not only have my muscles become more developed, but also much more agile.

For Jiang Ming's set of sanda combination punches, he can barely cope with it. I just don't know why he fought me, is it asking for money?

After a few minutes of fighting, each took a few punches, and then they all stopped. Jiang Ming gasped and said, your skills are good, if you want to know the truth of the matter, come with me. After saying that, he turned back and left.