At the age of fifteen, when Meng Zihua walked into the city carrying a woven bag, he was as thin as a bean sprout. Seven years later, the scorching sun and cement forged him into a steel frame, but also trapped him in an endless cycle of carrying bricks, pushing carts, and carrying cement.
Until that late night when the rain was pouring.
While patrolling the unfinished Building 23, he heard the girl's cry. Five gangsters were holding down a girl in torn clothes, and the leader had already untied his pants. Meng Zihao picked up half a brick and threw it out as if throwing away all the anger he had accumulated for seven years.
When the last gangster wailed and fled into the rain, he looked at the trembling girl on the ground - under the messy long hair was a face as delicate as porcelain, and the torn dress revealed snow-white skin. He hurriedly took off his sweaty overalls and wrapped her up, but the moment he touched her, he felt his heart beat faster than ever before in his life.
He did not expect that the girl he sent to the hospital would be Lin Weilan, the only daughter of the city's largest real estate developer. What's more, he didn't expect that when he refused the reward and just wanted to return to the construction site silently, the girl would chase him to his work shed with a basket of hand-made snacks.
From the reinforced concrete jungle to the lights of wealthy banquets, this migrant worker with calloused hands and the daughter who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth began an intersection that no one expected. When Lin Weilan's father sent people to destroy Meng Zihua's work shed, when his co-workers laughed at him as "a toad wants to eat swan meat", and when Lin Weilan's ex-boyfriend led people to surround the construction site, this man who was used to working with his head down straightened his spine for the first time.
"I can lift bricks all my life, but I can't let others point at me.
