Although I tried my best to suppress my excitement, Takasaki came too early.

There is still an hour before I go to work in the afternoon.

At this time, even if someone comes to work, he is still in the locker room outside the workshop.

The repairman has no locker room.

In the fitter's workshop and in the corner, a small space without a roof is separated by five-piece panels, and it is the locker room.

Takasaki habitually took off a bunch of keys from his nose, found one, opened the door of the fitter's workshop opposite the mill workshop, which belonged to the repairman, and walked in.

Nineteen years have passed, and the two thick wooden doors in the fitter's workshop with no visible glass color, still have not changed much, but I don't know how many locks have been replaced.

No matter how you change it, the lock or the three-ring card is almost no difference between front and back, and the key is the same.

In the workshop, there are two rows of opposite sides, with a white iron sheet fitter's work case on the surface, and a round steel pipe is erected in the middle as a skeleton, and the steel mesh is still the same.

On the work case are lined up with vise visors. On one side of each visor, a low-pressure lighting with a randomly steering, metal hose is installed.

Under the work case where each vise is located, there are two large drawers for installing tools.

Each repairman has a vise and two drawers under the vise, which belong to the work position.

Takasaki's workplace is at the bottom of the row of work cases in the workshop.

Not far behind the work case, there is a row of wooden chairs placed next to the wall, which are usually used to sit and rest.

Takasaki entered the workshop and habitually walked directly to the innermost point, his own station, and then sat down on the row of chairs behind the station.

Nineteen years ago and nineteen years later, the workshop had almost no changes, but it was a little dilapidated later.

And he has been here for more than 20 years.

How did he get through it for more than 20 years? He couldn't explain it clearly.

He only knew that time had no meaning to him after losing his wife.

He is just a walking corpse waiting to die.

He sat in the row of chairs, closed his eyes again, thinking about many things in the future, and gradually lost the concept of time.

When the maintenance team leader Wu Youchen entered the door, he saw Gao Qi sitting on a row of chairs, looking like he was resting with his eyes closed.

"Why didn't you go to work in the morning? You didn't say anything."

Wu Youchen asked Gao Qi.

He was ten years older than Takasaki, and he worked as a repairman at the age of sixteen. He has been working here for almost twenty years.

The factory's efficiency is getting worse day by day, and it is loose everywhere. It is common for workers to not come to work well and not ask for leave to rest for a day or a half, so they just ask casually.

"I went to bed late last night and didn't get up in the morning." Takasaki answered him casually.

Wu Youchen did not get involved in this matter, but said: "The 30-car used by Duan Laoqu, the carmaker, always said that the knife is boring. In the afternoon, you take Liu in to see if it is our business or the machine motor problem?"

Takasaki agreed and went to the cottage separated by five-piece panels to change his work clothes.

A row of nails were smashed on the wall of the cottage and a row of dirty work clothes were hung.

Takasaki can still recognize the clothes he wore back then.

He is tall and has large work uniforms, so he is easy to recognize.

After changing the work clothes, the electric ringtone for work in the large workshop outside had already rang, and the sound of beeping was harsh.

He silently opened the drawer under the vise, took a few tools that were probably available, and placed them on the table.

After a while, Liu Jin also came.

Wu Youchen repeated what he said to Takasaki to him again.

Then, Gao Qi took the tools in front and Liu Jin in back, and the two of them left the fitter workshop one by one.

When he arrived in the corridor, Gao Qi handed the tool he was holding to Liu Jin behind him and said to him: "You go there first, I forgot to get the screwdriver."

After Liu Jin left, Gao Qi did not walk back, but walked towards the mill workshop.

At this moment, he could hear his heart beating "bang bang".

I clearly knew that when I walked into the mill workshop, I would definitely see my wife.

However, he still couldn't believe that this was true, fearing that the world he came to was not the original world, and there was no slim and slender figure in the mill workshop.

After his wife disappeared, he never went to the mill workshop again.

Everyone in the group knew why, but the mill workshop had a job, so they deliberately did not arrange for him to go there.

However, the layout and environment of the mill workshop have long been firmly imprinted in his heart and have never forgotten it for a moment.

My wife is in the row of grinders in the south, the fifth one, the middle one, the model of the machine tool is m141w.

He only walked to the door of the milling workshop, and after entering for more than one meter, he saw the m141w.

The machine tool is turned on, making a "buzzing" sound, mixed with the noise emitted by other machines.

He could still hear it, it was the sound of his wife's machine tool.

A slender figure stood in front of the machine tool, wearing a blue cloth work clothes and a blue cloth work hat.

A dream-ridden figure!

Even in the crowded market, he could recognize this figure immediately as long as the figure sways inside!

Tears rush out, uncontrollable.

He dared not go over, for fear of disturbing his wife.

He quietly retreated from the millshop, his forehead against the walls of the corridor, and whimpered in a low voice.

He didn't want to cry like this, he wanted to laugh happily and laugh loudly.

But, I still cried, crying like a child.

The branch dispatcher Sun Jichao went over to him, stopped, turned around and asked him: "Gaoqi, what's wrong with you?"

There is a lot of noise in the machining factory, and everyone speaks loudly, just like a quarrel.

Takasaki heard this and rubbed his eyes and stood up straight.

"It's okay, a piece of sand is in my eyes."

He answered as light as possible, and did not want Sun Jichao to find out the problem.

"Has it been made?" Sun Jichao came over and asked. "If it doesn't come out, let Master Jiang help you with it, she will roll her eyelids."

It is very common for a machining man to burst into something in his eyes. Just find someone who will roll his eyelids, turn the upper eyelids around, and take out the thing that burst into something.

Eyelid rolling is a technical job, and you won’t be able to turn it over.

Master Jiang is the team leader of his wife, and the woman is also her master. He is an old grinder in his forties and has always been very nice to her.

Grinders are careful work, usually female workers. Especially small grinders, there are basically no male workers.

"It's already out, it's okay." Takasaki replied to Sun Jichao.

"If you don't work, go to the infirmary, don't be careless." Sun Jichao told him, then walked forward and went into the workshop to send work.

Gao Qi rubbed his eyes, stopped tears, followed Sun Jichao and entered the workshop.

When he walked to Lao Qu's 30 lathe, Liu Jin had already taken apart the top cover of the lathe spindle gearbox and stood by and waited for him.

Machine repair is both a technical job and a physical job.

If a machine tool fails, it is necessary to determine the cause of the failure, see a doctor and find out the cause of the patient. It depends on your understanding of the equipment and years of work experience, and also has better reasoning and association skills.

In addition, disassembly and assemble machine tool parts is also a craft and cannot be done by any individual.

If you learn these things, you can’t work independently without three to five years.

The machine tools are all iron guys, they are dead and can't do it without physical strength.

Since his wife disappeared, Gao Qi has drunk very hard, but he is still very serious about work.

Therefore, his body has always been very strong. He drank until he was forty-four years old, and he was completely trained as a machine tool repairman. His strong body was completely created.

Among young people, Takasaki's repair skills are the best, and he works independently the earliest.

Liu Jin entered the factory two years later than him and was unable to work independently.

Takasaki went over and opened a gap in the top cover of the spindle gearbox, and saw the clutch on the spindle. He held a wooden board in his left hand to block his body, and pulled the joystick of the lathe with his right hand.

With the roar of the motor, oil and water splashed in the spindle box.

The engine oil that flew out was hit on the wooden board he was holding.

He stopped the machine motor, then pulled the joystick, let the friction clutch on the spindle be sucked in, stretched the screwdriver, pried it into the friction plate of the clutch, and turned his head to Liu Jin, "The friction plate is not good anymore, go back and get the nailed screwdriver, prepare to remove the spindle and replace the friction plate."

He certainly could not remember the events nineteen years ago in such detail.

On this day of that year, it was impossible for him to remember whether he repaired this equipment or not.

However, his years of maintenance experience made him many times better than the real Gaoqi at this time. It is much faster to judge equipment failures.

A lathe spindle weighs at least a hundred kilograms, and there are dozens of gears, bolts, pivots and other parts that work with the spindle. If you change the friction plate, you have to remove all these things and then install them again, which will take at least an afternoon.
To be continued...