The lights in the classroom were dim. Jiang Pushen sat on Liang Qian's right hand side. While handing the newly compiled notes to Liang Qian, he casually promised eachother——
"You don't have to listen to them. Even if you do move bricks in the future, I will give the construction site boss money and ask him to take care of you so that you can make more money by moving less bricks."
From then on, Liang Qian grew up and fell down, the streets continued to flow, and the young man never left.
Intention: Ordinary beauty