From Migrant Workers at Construction Sites to Craftsmen from Big Countries

In 2009, Ren Sheng, who failed the high school entrance examination, squeezed onto the green leather train with his junior high school textbook in hand, his trousers still stained with mud from his hometown's grain drying farm. Who would have thought that this little worker who used wire to bend harpoons at the construction site would meet Jingyi in the rough house, carrying advanced mathematics and moving bricks, and drawing a coordinate system on the cement floor that would change his fate. From the arithmetic book filled with gears on the calendar paper, to the CAD drawings on the old computers in the library; from the anti-slip mechanical joints designed for workers with broken legs, to the anti-corrosion knee pads woven with coconut fiber for fishermen in the South China Sea - Ren Sheng spent ten years grinding the calluses on the construction site into the scales on the drawings, and composing the squeak of the sewing machine and the roar of the mixer into a chord of machinery and life. When he walked into the laboratory with the dandelion lamp embroidered by his grandmother in the fishing village, and integrated the wisdom of mending fishing nets into the deep-sea detector, those days when he was once judged as "no reading grass" became the toughest creases on the blueprint of destiny. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.