The White Moonlight in the Palm of the Civil Engineering Man

My name is Chen Jiangyi, I am 28 years old and I have been struggling in the reinforced concrete in Wuhan. His hands were covered with thick calluses, and his mouth was cracked by the cold in winter. He was a rough man who couldn't even take care of himself. Until that wet and cold winter night, I bumped into Yiyun in the bar. He was as clean as an unstained poplar tree. He was completely different from me, a dusty construction site worker. But I want to protect him in the palm of my hand. I would wait for him to finish class in front of his school, take him to the river beach to enjoy the evening breeze, ride a tandem bicycle on the East Lake Greenway, and buy him hot dry noodles on the old street below the apartment building. He would help me knead my frozen palms, sort out the messed up drawings for me, and show up at the project department with a thermos bucket when I was so busy that I forgot to eat. Our days are simple and down-to-earth, not spectacular, but sweet and reassuring. As a person who is used to running in the wind and rain, I feel like "home" for the first time. We can go on like this for the rest of our lives. Same major, same direction, same river, same future.