1956, Nanluogu Lane, Jinghua City.
The late autumn wind is like a rusty knife, blowing on people's faces, making invisible cuts, which is painful.
Jia Dongxu's brain felt like it was occupied by ten thousand wasps, buzzing and hurting so much that it was about to burst. Didn't he die suddenly after he stayed up all night to finish the project plan because he mocked the coward protagonist of the same name in the novel as "not as good as a dog"?
But what's going on with all this?
The mottled and peeling walls, the ceiling covered with old newspapers, and the lingering air that was mixed with musty smell and poverty were all so real that it took his breath away.
Memories that did not belong to him rushed into his mind like a flood that burst a dam.
Jia Dongxu, a first-level fitter at Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant.