Working Years: Secrets Hidden in the Corners of the City

There is always an indescribable smell floating in the iron shed at the freight yard in the east of the city - the smell of engine oil mixed with sweat, and occasionally a fishy smell like rust. When Wei Mulin's iron prosthesis ran over the gravel, he was always reminded that there were too many unsaid things hidden here: the work scars hidden by Lao Zhou under his work clothes, the uncollected bone fragments from Fu'an's broken leg, and the old wooden box that was always locked in Aunt Zhang's duty room. It wasn't until the blood vine emerged from the cargo box and wrapped around the necks of the night shift workers that they discovered that the missing workers, the deducted wages, and the pressed workers' compensation compensation had long been turned into nutrients for the ripening vines. In the crisp sound of the iron wrench hitting the gears, this group of people who have fallen and shed blood will dig out the buried truth in the folds of the city and protect each other's unspoken loyalty. After all, in the quagmire of life, the roughest bones often contain the hottest hearts.