The rainy season in Haicheng City always comes without warning.
A slightly old long-distance bus was driving slowly on the winding mountain road, its wipers making a monotonous "squeaking" sound. The smell of instant noodles and damp clothes filled the carriage.
In the penultimate row by the window, Shen Yanqiu looked out the window quietly. He was wearing a gray jacket that had been washed a little white. He had a handsome face, but there was a kind of coldness that had been polished by the wind and sand between his brows. At his feet lay an old black toolbox made of an unknown material. The edges of the box were badly worn, and an edge with a strange metallic luster was vaguely exposed.
"Ten years..." Shen Yanqiu murmured in a low voice, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the car window glass subconsciously, with a strange rhythm, like some kind of complex code.
After ten years of construction assistance, those days and nights spent in the extremely cold abyss and nameless desert seem like yesterday. Now that the top-secret project code-named "Sky Ridge" was finally completed, he could finally take off the uniform that carried countless secrets and become an ordinary person again.
The bus suddenly came to a screeching halt, and people in the carriage suddenly fell on their backs, shouting and cursing.
