Lin Mo was woken up by a shovelful of ash.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a sky full of yellow sand and a half-finished 100-meter-high tower. His ears were filled with the sound of clanking, heavy breathing, and the sharp scolding of the supervisor.
"Lin Mo! How dare you fucking be lazy? If you don't finish unloading the ashes from this car today, you won't be able to eat dinner!"
A strong man with a sinewy face and wearing a coarse short coat roared at him, holding an iron whip as thick as his thumb in his hand, and was about to whip it out.
There was a bang in Lin Mo's head, and two memories collided violently.
