The heavy rain was pouring down, as if a big hole had been poked in the sky. The rain was pouring down like crazy, hitting the simple iron roof, and the sound was so loud that it could deafen the ears.
The dim light bulb flickered like a convulsion, or like an old eye that was dying, struggling feebly in the wind, trying to see clearly what it was like in the dark night.
Xu Guo shrank his neck and tightened his raincoat.
This raincoat was an old thing left over from a rainy season in the past. The corners were frayed with stubble. The cold wind carried the rain and penetrated his back. It felt like an ice needle was pricking his back.
"Didn't Uncle Li say he would help me on duty tonight?" He muttered in a low voice, then picked up the flashlight and walked towards the tower crane.
The cement floor was gleaming from the rain, and the soles of my feet were covered in mud, which was sticky.
The smell of damp rust filled my nose. The surrounding area of the construction site was empty, like a huge iron can. The wind was blowing around inside, making an eerie whine.
