Motorcycles roamed into an abandoned steel rolling mill, with potholes and green leaves covered with dust and ash.

During the 1970s and 1980s, steel mills were booming and workers had a high status. It was best for employees here to seek wives; people were divided into three or six or five levels at any time.

It takes less than thirty years to move from Hedong to Hexi.

In the new century, the transformation and reform of steel rolling mills consume a lot of energy and pollute the environment, so they lay off employees, decline, go bankrupt, and go bankrupt overnight.

No one cared about this land. It has been idle for more than ten years. The factory building is dilapidated and crumbling. Only the employee dormitory building in the innermost part of the factory area is left. The walls are covered with black smoke from the steel rolling mill for many years.

The wheels were braked sharply, and Chen Nian hit Kitano's back and sat down with his helmet. She held his shoulders and stood up and stepped down from the motorcycle. In front of her, an old-fashioned staff dormitory building was almost evening, and the stove smoke floated out of the door holes, like a huge smoking honeycomb.

Kitano said: "Here."

Chen Nian turned around.

A two-story building behind the dense old trees, with roller shutter doors, not like a person living in it, but like a goods distribution or a transit station. There is a hollow iron staircase on the right wall, with rust on it leading to the second floor.

The leaves of the tree are very fragrant and have fresh smell. Under the shade, there are strings of thin white silk ribbons hanging like pearl curtains, which are so beautiful. When I approached Chen Nian, I found that the pearl under the silk thread turned out to be a chubby white bug.

A trembling rushing up his back, Chen Nian carefully avoided it and went up the stairs.

On the second floor, the corridor is filled with waste such as coal ash, packaging bags, old bicycles, etc.

Kitano squatted down to unlock the lock, lifted the roller shutter door and stood up, the iron sheet rustled, and the dust rippled in the dusk; Chen Nian was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent.

He turned around and saw him: "What?"

Chen Nian lowered his head: "This door...is cool."

Kitano had no expression or made a sound.

Chen Nian said: "The car... is the same."

"What's the same?"

“Or, it’s cool.”

He still had no expression, raised the roller shutter door, walked in and turned his back to her, with his lips slightly curled, and quickly closed it again, saying, "Come in."

Chen Nian hesitated for a moment and followed in.

The light is dim, filled with the smell of a stuffy and humid boy's sheets, like the mulberry trees outside the house, or like rain blowing dust, slightly fishy, ​​moist, and full of vitality.

Chen Nian looked at him, and he raised his hand to pull the roller shutter door, his shoulders pulled the hem of the T-shirt, revealing his thin belly, with sexy and unfamiliar lines. Chen Nian turned his eyes away.

He grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it, and the door fell to halfway. He raised his foot and hooked the edge of the door and stepped down, closing it neatly.

He didn't lock the door, and walked to the inner room, pulled the light rope hanging in the air, and with a click, the incandescent light was bright, and the light was dim and hazy, like a handful of glass bubbles filled with fireflies.

A red sunset casts down from the curtains, cutting the room in half; on one side is a simple bed and wardrobe, and on the other side, there are many tools and machinery scattered in the corners, mixed with a slightly pungent smell of ink.

The window was facing the west, and the room was very hot. As soon as I entered the door, sweat steamed out of my skin, like mushrooms emitting from the soil after the rain, shivering, and feeling unhappy.

Kitano dragged the floor fan over and drove it to the maximum level, making Chen Nian stagger, her hair stumbled on her neck, and her hair covered her sweaty skin like a spider web.

Seeing her embarrassed look, he snorted, "Is it made of paper?" He took the kettle and went to the faucet to collect water.

Chen Nian took off the guitar bag and put it on the table, picked the hair on his face, looked around, and there were posters on the walls, including Sakuragi Flower Channel, Luffy Zoro, and Jay Chou. The paint on the wall was long, yellow and cracked, and some places were swollen, like the skin of an old man.

Kitano glanced at his watch: "Two minutes left."

"Um?"

"In two minutes, the people who collected used household appliances rode their bikes and passed by the train to the provincial capital. The newly baked shredded coconut bread was out of the pot." He jumped gently and flipped out of the window, leaving no shadow.

Chen Nian was surprised and chased after him.

There is a very narrow cement panel platform under the windowsill, connected to the fire stairs. The stairs are close to the courtyard wall of the rolling mill, and an old alley outside the courtyard wall.

Kitano easily jumped off the yard wall and disappeared into the bakery opposite the alley.

The alleys in the evening were busy, with tailor shops, convenience stores, bun shops, and shoemakers. The bicycle bell rang, but before they could see the person, they heard the sound: "Cross--------"

Not far away, there is a railway leading to the distance.

Chen Nian returned to the table and took down the English book on the noodle bucket, uncovered the paper cover, and the heat blew his face. Fortunately, the noodles were not soaked.

Dou———The sound of a train whistle came from dusk. Chen Nian raised his head and smiled slightly.

Kitano flipped over the window and paused; Chen Nian stood by the table in the setting sun and tore the paper cover on the bucket. The floor-to-ceiling fan was waving his head, and the strong wind blew, making her skirt bulge and deflate. The thin white fabric outlined the outlines of her body at all angles.

Outside the window, a bunch of fire burned under the boy's lower abdomen, and the flames rushed up from his chest and flicked into his throat, causing smoke to burn. He turned into the house and pulled up the curtains, and the room was dim for a while;

Chen Nian looked up and said slowly: "The noodles are still very hot."

Kitano handed the newly baked bread to her: "Eat this first. While it's hot."

Chen Nian took a bite and it was fluffy and soft, with a milky fragrance. Her body suddenly stiffened, and Kitano's hands leaned in from under her skirt and touched up along the skin on the inner thighs.

Chen Nian turned her head and touched Kitano's eyes. His hands were getting more and more timid under her skirt and asked in a low voice: "Are you scared?"

Chen Nian avoided and tiptoed, and his hands followed. She trembled, her eyes turned and stared at him, ignorant and confused.

Outside the window, the train clanged, the air trembled, the sky and the earth shook.

"Why are you afraid to come back with me?" He used a little force, almost holding her up with one hand; she groaned, holding the table with her hands and trying hard to tiptoe.

He said, "Do you think it through and come back with me?"

Chen Nian shook his head, sweat beads emerged from his forehead, and his wet forehead was beaten into thin rolls.

She hoped for protection, but obviously did not expect what exchange he would want.

Her toes trembled and were shaking. The moment she fell, he let her go.

Chen Nian stood there for a while, feeling meaningless. She annoyed her timidity and recklessness, felt ashamed, and thought it through clearly, so she whispered: "I'm leaving."

Kitano narrowed his eyes and knocked on the noodle bucket with a fork: "Let's go after eating."

"No...use..." Chen Nian saw that his face was unrefuted and sat down at the table.

She ate slowly, so he finished eating first, sat on the windowsill to smoke.

After Chen Nian finished eating, he packed up and said to him: "Okay."

He threw the cigarette butt, jumped off the windowsill, and took her out.

After leaving the rolling gate, Chen Nian said with a last bit of self-esteem: "I... have gone back."

Kitano laughed, but no smile: "Really?"

The smile was a little cruel, and Chen Nian didn't say anything. He and she knew that it was dark and she didn't even dare to leave this factory.

It seemed that the weather was about to change, and the evening wind was unexpectedly cold.

Chen Nian sat on the motorcycle and shivered a few times. The road was particularly long, neither of them spoke, and Kitano did not look back at her when the red light passed.

When he arrived at the door of his house, the wind blew and the leaves rustled. Chen Nian took off his helmet and returned it to Kitano.

Kitano said, "It's even."

A positive sentence, but there was a hint of undetectable tone of doubt.

Chen Nian nodded with his lips pursed.

Kitano: "Talk."

Chen Nian: "It has been...just...just...fair."

He looked at her, and there was a desert smell in his eyes; he looked forward again, the world was transparent, and a second later, the motorcycle started.

It was also at that moment that the pea-sized raindrops fell down densely and hit Chen Nian's head, which hurt a little. It was raining. And his black figure could no longer be seen clearly, and the red taillight quickly disappeared into the corner.

The rain became heavier and heavier in an instant, unstoppable, and dust on the ground splashed.

Ah, the rainy season is coming.

Chen Nian ran to the stairs and her phone rang. It was Zeng Hao. She should have gotten out of the toilet. Chen Nian picked it up and listened, but her steps stopped. The rain on the eaves rustled, mud splashed on her calves. The chill ran up from the soles of her feet.

"You...you said it was me?" She gritted her teeth in the strong wind, angry, panicked, and her tongue was knotted, "How did you answer...when you promised, don't...will pull me...into it!"

I put down the phone and felt a chill behind me.

She turned back guiltily, and the alley was covered with darkness, with only a huge rain curtain.

She rushed up the stairs, not knowing what she was afraid of. She quickly took out the key and opened the lock. She couldn't see clearly in the darkness. She couldn't insert the key into the keyhole for a long time, and her inexplicable fear even worsened.

His hand shook and the key fell to the ground.

Chen Nian squatted down to pick it up, and the light caught a glimpse of the dark corner, and it was a cigarette butt.

She turned around with her neck stiff and ran into a pair of cold and shiny eyes.

Wei Lai bounced the ashes and stood up from the ground.
Chapter completed!