In midsummer, there is no cloudy sky, the tiles are blue, the hot sun hangs high in the air, the fish dare not expose the canal water, and the birds dare not fly out of the willow bushes. Only those cicadas hidden deep in the shadows of the trees are deafening and distracted.

I sat on the beach of the canal, leaning on an old weeping willow on my back, holding the book "Resurrection" given to me by the master, and reading it page by page with sweat. It had been five days since I arrived here early in the morning. At the Qinghong wedding, I was drunk and opened a ladle for Fatty Zhang, and his head was sewn in the hospital for 3 stitches. Fortunately, I was drunk that night, otherwise the consequences might be unimaginable.

Three days later, the workshop notified me to accept the punishment. When I got off the second floor office, I met Senior Brother Cai who was working alone in the large workshop. When he saw me dejected, he quickly walked over with concern.

"What's the situation? Director Tong and the follower didn't take revenge on you, right?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai pulled my sleeve and asked urgently.

"Suspension for one week will deduct a bonus of one month." I whispered.

"It's not heavy... they didn't make things difficult for you." Senior Brother Cai exclaimed.

"Why isn't it heavy? The bonus for a month is gone." I glared at him dissatisfied.

"You have injured someone, and the reason is that it is a minor injury. The police station detains you for several days, and the factory can fire you. Now the factory is not causing trouble for you, but the workshop just gives you a light treatment. Are you not satisfied?" Senior Brother Xiao Cai's tone made me feel a little scared.

"Why...why is this? The master has left. I offended Mr. Cui and have no friendship with other people in the factory." I looked at Xiao Cai in confusion, and I couldn't understand it for a moment.

"Are you stupid? Lu Yu is gone, his influence is still there. Do you remember what Yimao said? Before your master left, he instructed Cui Laoba and others to take good care of you. Now Lu Yu's official career is booming and it is booming. It's hard to say whether Cui Laoba will be taken down. He urgently needs to establish a good relationship with the superiors. Will he offend Lu Yu for a fat man Zhang?" Senior Brother Cai's small body is not good, but his little head is very easy.

"Fatty Zhang is not a person who is willing to suffer losses. He usually makes three points unreasonable. How could he endure it this time and not make a fuss?" I still had doubts in my heart.

"Why did you two fight? It wasn't caused by Fatty Zhang, he was in a disadvantage. Besides, he didn't dare to offend Yin Hong now. He has the Zhao family as his backer. This time he received a 50 yuan medical subsidy and can still take a week of sick leave. It's natural to get a good deal." Senior Brother Xiao Cai's words made me feel a little relieved.

There was no cloud above my head, there was no wind on the river beach, the small steamer passing by from time to time, and the sound of the motors on the thunderous sounds seemed listless.

It was really a helpless move for me to study in the river beach during the day. I opened a room downstairs of the guesthouse for a while, but it became a new nightmare. Although Peng Dazhuang was not very good, he was still a kind person. I didn't like him at all. His vulgarity made me feel disgusted. In this hot summer, he used his amazing physical strength to make me unable to sleep or eat. Regardless of day and night, the violent trembling and panting from the upstairs hit my sensitive nerves, burning my body and mind, making me unbearable, in pain, and close to madness.

A long-lost breeze came from the river in the afternoon. I looked into the distance. The horizon in the northwest was already dim, and dark clouds were gathering rapidly, spreading towards the south little by little.

I closed the novel, and drew a few matches in the wind, igniting half of the cigarettes at my mouth. I have read this book "Resurrection" that the master left when he left. When I came out early this morning, I picked it up again for some reason. Nekhludov, Katyusha, this story that happened in the vast land of Russia in the 19th century, full of compassion and atonement, and warm and sad always stirred up waves in my heart. It is this book "Resurrection"

》, which gave me a desire and fantasy for the lofty. Many years later, I, who had already passed by middle age, did not receive much gift of life, but I felt more and more noble in my heart, and sometimes even surpassed my life. I learned to sympathize, learn to compassion, and learn to repent painfully under the starry sky. All of this should be thanked to this old Russian man with a gray and white beard, and to this book "Resurrection" that traveled through the times.

The dark clouds covered the sky and the wind was heard in the river beach, and the willow catkins beside me danced wildly. I whipped out cigarette butts on the tree trunks, roared at the lonely river beach, vomiting out most of the depression that had been going on for days, and my heart and lungs became much lighter.

The dull thunder rumbling from far to near, rumbling in my ears. I stood up, crossed the high canal weir with my book, and began to run in the roaring wind. I crossed the road, entered the living area, passed through the whimpering and humming woods, and broke into the small door of the guesthouse.

The ginkgo tree rustled in the wind, and Peng Dazhuang was barely scrubbing a basin of clothes on the side of the water table. The bright red leaned lazily on the trunk, staring at the man in front of him, his skirt swaying, his long hair flying, and his intoxicating expression of a beautiful tree facing the wind.

"Are you back?" Seeing me breaking in, Yin Hong raised her head and gave me a calm smile. "Your Brother Peng's family leave is over and you will return to the team tomorrow. You will come upstairs later and have a drink with him. It's a good idea to see him off."

"Brother Wu Ping, I've prepared the food. I'll come here later and have a drink." Peng Dazhuang stubbornly responded in a muffled voice, his hands flapping in the washing basin.

"I'm sorry, I... have eaten in the cafeteria." As soon as I lie, a thunder sounded above my head. With the earth-shaking roar, the torrential rainstorm hit the head and faced.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the ground and slammed. A layer of white mist immediately rose on the ground that had been thirsty for many days. Peng Dazhuang pulled Yin Hong and got into the corridor behind me. I quickly ran back because I lived in the front building, and the pots, pans and spoons for eating were still in the distribution room. When I turned around the corner of the wall in a hurry, I saw a toad that was soaked by the rain that it was hanging back and forth, opening its mouth, croaking in the sky, and my mind was filled with consciousness, and I almost slipped under my feet.

In the power distribution room behind, I filled the remaining half of the pancakes in the morning randomly into my stomach, and jumped back to the front building in the torrential rain. The scorching heat for several days has been very painful. In the coolness brought by the heavy rain, I simply washed up and went to bed early. I originally wanted to watch "Resurrection" for a while, but now my mind is heavy and my eyelids are astringent. I listened to the sound of the wind and rain outside the window, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I slept in the middle of the night, I woke up by urinating in my stomach. I touched the bed with my eyes and opened the door and walked into the yard. I saw that the night sky was like washing, the sky was full of stars, and the storm had stopped at some point.

I turned to the corner of the building and scattered it in front of the grass. The people felt much more comfortable. In the refreshing night, I sighed happily, and suddenly heard a familiar sound amid the croaking of frogs all over my ears. The sound came from the building above my head like a roar, and it swept across my heart like a rush, causing me to suddenly shudder, and my confused sleepiness dissipated. Today, Peng Dazhuang was about to return to the army, and they were... I felt blood rushing to the top of my head, an instinctive temptation that almost broke down the unstable rational embankment.

The night wind blows, the leaves dance. In this breath of joy, I suddenly thought of the hideous gaze of Cui Laopao, and the gentle face of the master, anger, frustration, depression, pain, and disappointment, almost took my consciousness. In the darkness, my nose was sore, and tears couldn't stop squirting out...

In the orchid sky, the stars are round and bright. The ginkgo trees above my head and the small buildings beside me are shrouded in the desolate moonlight. Everything has become quiet, as quiet as time is stuck. There is no cicadas in my ears, no frogs cry, and no stroking the leaves above my head. The world may be so quiet.
Chapter completed!