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The summer breeze, gentle yet stirring the heat, enveloped two newly acquainted individuals sitting in a pavilion, as if in a dream. They talked about books they found interesting, their families, the night sky, and more.
"How can your family be like this? Some things shouldn't be forced upon others," Wang San expressed surprise at Fu Qiyue's situation, recalling his own experiences from high school years ago. "Perhaps everyone is the same, all under someone else's control. Life no longer requires dreams or ideas; it only needs obedience," he concluded, feeling that his words might have been inappropriate. He then took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Fu Qiyue.
"This is not what I want to see; this is something everyone deserves. Objective laws do not change according to human will," Fu Qiyue smiled. It was the first time she heard what seemed like a correct answer outside of her family, but she restrained her expression. She wanted to smile but was worried about something.
"It seems you have deep knowledge in the humanities; you must be a good student," Wang San remarked suddenly, noticing a tear reflecting the moonlight drop to the ground. "It's fine," Fu Qiyue said, extending her hand to stop Wang San, her face flushed and head lowered, looking not sad but rather contemplative. "So, are you also studying humanities?" she asked after taking a deep breath and calming down.
"Yes, at Beigang San Mountain County First High School," Wang San's words made Fu Qiyue's eyes widen in surprise before she quickly regained her composure and gestured with her left hand, fingers together over her clenched right fist.
Wang San was astonished. "Isn't that the school's fist salute?!" Without hesitation, he returned the gesture. It turned out they were alumni of the same school. This revelation opened up more topics for conversation. Meanwhile, Fu Qiyue's mind was still racing with thoughts of conflict, but the dopamine encouraging her kept her engaged. Alumni and friends—after just a few casual exchanges, she felt she had found some answers she had been searching for; it was undoubtedly a great comfort.
"It’s quite surprising; I didn’t expect to meet an alumnus after all these years," Fu Qiyue suddenly reflected, pursing her lips as she looked at Wang San. From a certain angle, he resembled another friend from her past.
"Yeah, perhaps it really is fate, just like He Jian and Ye Xiaotao," Wang San blurted out as he recalled a drama he had watched, feeling somewhat nervous. "Care to elaborate?" It seemed this piqued Fu Qiyue's interest since she had seen that drama too. "Ah, was I too direct?" Wang San paused for a moment. "Those two aren’t exactly... star-crossed lovers or anything... just reminded me of them." Finally, Fu Qiyue relaxed her lips into a slight smile, as if the answer she sought was about to be revealed by Wang San's words. However, he veered off track again. Still, she nodded; it was surprising how talkative this boy was despite his nervousness.
"Alright then, it's past ten; I need to head back. Next time we meet here, I hope you won't be late," Fu Qiyue stood up. Wang San watched her leave from behind. Despite the chaos on the other side of the camera in the room, this meeting seemed to prompt her to reconsider some things.
Upon returning to his rented room, Wang San finally recognized the girl whose name he had not known before—Fu Qiyue, the one he had just spent time with.
"San'er is back!" As soon as Zhang Xu heard the door, he immediately put down his game and went to open it. Sure enough, it was Wang San, trembling from the summer wind. "You must be freezing; hurry up and come inside," Zhang Xu pulled Wang San in. "Be gentle, don't be so rough," Wang San said before he could even take off his coat. Zhang Xu then asked seriously, "Come clean, what happened?" Wang San was taken aback. "What's going on?" "You've been out for half a day; you can't tell me you did nothing. Tell us what happened," Liu Shuai said with a curious expression.
"Well, we had a pretty good chat, um..." Wang San was at a loss for words, but upon hearing this, Liu Shuai and Zhang Xu exchanged glances and nodded. "You did well. Fix your hair, make your gaze fierce, be more confident, don’t look so lost like you do now," Zhang Xu circled around Wang San three times, examining him closely before whispering in his ear.
"Okay, good idea," Wang San nodded. Liu Shuai burst into laughter beside him while Zhang Xu looked puzzled. The group returned indoors, chatting casually until sleepiness set in.
The next morning, the three of them rushed out with freshly bought hot pancakes in hand. They were so engrossed in conversation that they stayed up late. If it weren't for the traffic jam today, they might have faced penalties for being late.
"I was scared; I didn't realize so many people were waiting for the bus," Zhang Xu panted as they stood near the bus stop with others dressed like him. "Hey, brother, has the bus arrived yet?" Zhang Xu asked someone waiting nearby. "Not yet; there's a traffic jam this morning; it might be delayed for a while." After a simple thank you, the three finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Here, pancakes start at seven yuan, with one thick sausage, two deep-fried dough sticks, two scoops of chopped cilantro, three spreads of chili sauce, and a piece of chicken the size of a button. Of course, the chicken piece costs an extra two yuan. Although it's slightly expensive for workers, the pancake maker's skills are exceptional. With the addition of crispy pancakes, the dough remains intact. The first bite bursts with savory sauce flavor that hits the nerves with its spiciness. The crispy dough sticks paired with the chewy grilled sausage completely satisfy their hunger before work.
After waiting and waiting, crossing through the morning rush hour intersection while enjoying the gentle breeze and basking in the sunlight, the music from their Bluetooth headphones provided a warm moment. This day marked their second hands-on experience with industrial robots. A message popped up from Brother Dau: "Today's shuttle bus is delayed due to traffic; please be careful on your way here. We will still meet at the robot site; training on new things starts today."
"Ah, why are we dealing with this iron lump again?!" Several people were shocked, and they looked at each other's videos. There was Ye Wen's iron bridge against Barton, the disappearing live broadcast, and Wang Xiaoqi's social exploration...
"You see, San'er is a real fan of Ye Wen. He's been looping this video for dozens of times and still loves watching it," Zhang Xu said as he watched the moment of the amazing skill and AG Europe's crucial sniper shot directly taking down a key round. "Look how great the ghostly editing is, Xiaoyuren has updated it."
Chatting and laughing always seem to be no match for the advancing wheels and the arrival of increasing social pressure. I don't know when lying in bed became a luxury, leisure time became a luxury, and going with the flow replaced striving. Pressure replaced the once pure and dreamy, and the measure of currency became the only thing in the eyes of everyone behind. Everything can be standardized and measured, no matter what you do, this set of standards will always pull you in and make it impossible for you to escape.
The car stopped at the factory gate, and several people got off. Brother Dau was already waiting for them. It seems that Brother Dau has a kind of magical ability. He seems to know what Wang San did last night. "How was your chat with the girl, San?" Brother Dau shocked Liu Shuai and Zhang Xu when he spoke. "Brother Dau, how did you know?" Brother Dau shook his eyes, "Where are your eyes wandering? What are you thinking? You can't be distracted when working later." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. You can't be distracted when working, otherwise, the safety regulations Brother Dau mentioned will cause trouble.
The work is the same as before. Every character on this interface has been memorized by Wang San, and the operation is very skillful. The robot welcomed a new material rack today. It is said that there is a task on it, and a batch of new materials needs to be produced and put into storage. These old manual workers are also at a crossroads of the times. Perhaps when they see this iron lump, they will ask what it is for, but the always proud craftsmen seem to dislike the sudden change of style.
Brother Dau is also persuading the manual class master to accept his automation proposal.
"Master, look, this equipment can save a lot of manpower, bring the things that haven't been done in front of you, isn't it convenient?" Brother Dau skillfully took out a soft pack of "Fuchun Mountain Residence," which is a valuable item. Although master always talks about robots in this and that way, when he saw this rare treasure-like cigarette, he didn't say anything more. "Yes, but is this thing safe? I heard that there are no people here. If it's like this, it's not auspicious, it's fatal," master spoke very frankly. "Master, you are still as impressive as ever. How about this cigarette? You can't buy a single one in the whole city. I've been running around for a long time," "You really worked hard. You, like a tapeworm. But I have something to say first. If something happens, I will report you to the authorities, and I won't give you face. This is just the beginning of the meeting, and safety issues should be the priority. Your iron lump robot, you were named by the leader." Master proudly smoked and looked at the robot operated by Wang San, and he couldn't help but admire, "It makes me feel ten years younger. I can beat this iron lump!"
On one side, brother Dau smiled politely and said, "master, I've been with you for over ten years, right?" master turned his head and said, "Go on, go on. You've said both the good and the bad. You figure it out. Otherwise, you know, the master can act on behalf of heaven. Do you understand?" brother Dau put a new box of cigarettes into the master's pocket and said, "I understand. But master, you've been doing physical labor for so many years. You and your brothers have all suffered some injuries. Now there's new technology. We should give it a try, right? After we retire, we'll spend less on medical expenses and give more to our children and grandchildren. It's a good thing, isn't it?" master nodded and said, "Alright, stop talking. Theory is one thing, reality is another. I want to see results." Then he patted brother Dau on the shoulder and said, "You've shown sincerity. Let's discuss it." After that, he shook his head and turned away.
"Beidou, what did you say to master to make him agree to this?" the female secretary on the side asked curiously. She couldn't believe that master, whom she could never control with her usual respect, had been influenced by brother Dau like this. brother Dau chuckled and said, "It's nothing. Some things are inevitable. It's the objective law. It's not easy to persuade the old man."
In the next month, brother Dau began his special training program, preparing to impart more details. After learning about the intern's contact with his daughter, Fu Qiyue's life seemed to enter a period of calm with hidden waves of danger.
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