In the late winter, the sun lost its heat early, like a sheep pee covered with urinary alkaloids, hanging weakly on the treetops to the west. I followed my father, crossed the straight People's Road, and walked into the gate of the production area surrounded by blue bricks in fear and fear.

This is the first time I stepped into the factory gate. I saw a spacious asphalt road. Two rows of tall sycamore trees had not yet sprouted, and straight trees were pricked into the air like guns. Rows of roofs were rumbling from tall factories like jagged-shaped buildings.

"This is the workshop in the factory." Dad pointed at the factory and turned around and told me.

"Oh, is the machine installed here?" I looked at the workshop where my father said, and my heart was full of curiosity.

"Yes, the machines are all inside, and you will work in the future. The winter is warm and the summer is cool. If the wind cannot blow, the rain cannot be beaten. It is considered a blessing." There was a hint of reluctance in my father's eyes.

"The wind must not blow in the house, but... how can it still be warm in winter and cool in summer?" Everything I said from my father today made me feel extremely yearning.

"You... I don't know anything. I tell you that the spinning and weaving cloth must maintain a certain humidity and temperature. In this way, the tightness and shrinkage rate of the woven cloth must be the same. Therefore, there must be water, heating, air conditioning in the workshop to control the temperature and humidity. This knowledge... You will gradually understand it when you become an apprentice in the future." Dad explained to me while walking.

"Oh..." My father couldn't be patient with me on weekdays, and although I still didn't understand, he still responded instinctively.

"You have to thank you for your good days now, Uncle Cui." Dad rubbed his nose and sighed again.

My father said that Uncle Cui is said to be Secretary Cui, the top leader of our spinning mill. My father said that if he hadn't helped this time, I think the matter of taking over might have been ruined. Because there has been no such policy for many years, it has just recovered and the competition is very fierce. Everyone is afraid that the policies will change again. So those who are not old want to retire early so that their children can join the factory to take over.

"Dad, didn't you say that Secretary Cui is your apprentice? Then I should call him Senior Brother, how could he call him 'Uncle Cui'?" Seeing that my father was in a good mood, I expressed the questions I had been holding in my heart for many days.

My father choked at my words, stared at me for a long time before he sternly said, "Fuck! Secretary Cui has such a great kindness to us. Besides, he is not much younger than me, why shouldn't you call him "Uncle"?"

"What does this have to do with 'hmm'..." I muttered in a low voice in dissatisfaction.

"Listen to me!" Dad stared at me and said loudly, "You should call me 'Uncle Cui', you can only call me 'Uncle Cui'. If he hadn't been to the area to study these few days, he should have taken you there today to thank him. Have you heard it?"

"Well, I understand." I don't understand why my father suddenly got angry. What does Secretary Cui look like when he made his father grateful? I guessed in awe in my heart.

It was about to get off work, and there were more and more people on the asphalt road. In the workshop gate on the right, the cotton curtain was lifted open, and a group of men with oil all over came out. A short and fat man with a blush on his face was chatting and laughing. Seeing my father and I walked over, he quickly accelerated his pace and chased after two steps.

"Old Wu, is your son here to take over?" The fat man with red face suddenly patted his father on the shoulder.

"Just done it just now." Dad probably didn't want to pay attention to him, and said with a smirk.

"How can you treat me?" The fat man with red face was a little reluctant.

"What kind of guests should I invite? It's not that I left alone, let my child take over." Dad quickly grinned at the side and responded a little nervously.

"Others have to invite you, and no one can escape. Unfortunately, I am a few years apart, so why would I let some girl take over?" The fat man hugged his father unyieldingly, deliberately rubbing the oil on his body against his father's arm.

"Stop talking nonsense, your girl is only in the fifth grade of elementary school, what class can she take?" Daddy whispered.

"Why can't I take over? All the children are old this time? Let's talk nonsense, it depends on whether you are looking for someone or not, or whether you are sending them. Of course, you may be an exception. Isn't Lao Cui your apprentice?" The fat man with red face glanced at me as he said.

"Hey——, stop talking nonsense." A thin man with a tuft of black hair on his cheek suddenly interrupted the fat man's words, pointed to the front and shouted excitedly, "Look, 'breaking shoes', 'breaking shoes' Ye Hong is here."

The fat man threw away his father's arms, his little eyes shone with a shiny light, and he stretched his head forward: "Who are you talking about? She...where is she?"

"Isn't it there? Your eyes are usually like awls, but they just drill into a woman's arms. How come you're breathing in your nostrils? Tsk tsk, this woman hasn't seen her for a few days, and she's so smart again!" The thin man pointed at the front and shouted.

While a bunch of thin hair and a fat man with red faces were noisy, a group of lush women were walking towards each other with laughter. The lazy expression, rosy cheeks, wet long hair, and convex figure suddenly made me, a rural boy, feel beautiful and delicious, with chest tightness and shortness of breath. My eyes were at a loss as everyone's eyes gathered to a tall beauty. At that moment, I felt like I was infuriated by the five thunders, and suddenly felt like I was out of my body.

This is a beautiful woman with a charming face, a beautiful figure, snow-like skin, like a graceful peony, which shows her charming and extraordinary charm and outstanding demeanor against the backdrop of the fragrance.

"Ye Hong, I... really want to sleep with you..." The fat man with red face drooled and drowned.

"Oh my God, if anyone can marry this woman, it will be worth it to die immediately." A bunch of hair was obsessed with her eyes and licked her lips with a obscene look on her face.

Could it be that Chunmiao has stepped down from the screen? I couldn't help but think of that dead winter night. I faced a full moon with Ergoudan, irrelevant longing and fantasy. I stared at the beauty in front of me. No, she is not Tian Chunmiao, she is thousands of times more beautiful than Tian Chunmiao. She is not an ordinary person, but only the fox fairy who has practiced for thousands of years in the broken "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" of "Wei Jingjing".

"Where is hysteria?" A sound broke and rang in my ears.

"Ah..." I looked around in a daze. In the quiet twilight, there was neither a fox fairy nor a woman, and only a long face of my father was left.

"What are you thinking?" Dad stared in his eyes with anger.

"Oh... I am so confused by the sand." I shook my head with red face, wiped my sweaty forehead, and still felt like a dream.

"Go away quickly, the water in the large pond will make people soaked in a mess." My father glanced at me dissatisfiedly, turned around in confusion and walked forward.

"Yes." I blocked the electrician's bag in front of my crotch and kept my father's pace with my toes.
Chapter completed!