Making a living in Dongguan, her fiery red lips offer me tenderness.

At 5 p.m., Ding Yang arrived at the bus station again.

Before long, we boarded a sleeper bus with more than 30 berths, which were almost all occupied. I don't know why so many people go to Dongguan to work.

The song "Dancing Girl's Tears" was playing in the car, creating a depressing atmosphere.

One wrong step can ruin your life

下海伴舞 为了 生活

舞女 也 是 人

To whom can I confide my pain?

Driven by the pressures of life

Each tear was swallowed down.

Is this fate?

"Destined to spend my life in that dusty world..."

In the spring of 2007, Ding Yang left the small county town where he was born and raised, and went to Dongguan, Guangdong, the birthplace of Dongguan-style service, a mecca for migrant workers.

Lying in the bunk next to him was a young woman in her thirties, with a high nose and big eyes, dressed quite fashionably, with a bit of baby fat on her face, quite attractive, and a full chest, definitely a C cup or larger.

The woman was secretly eyeing Ding Yang, but Ding Yang was used to this kind of thing. After all, he was handsome.

"Hey beautiful, are you also going to Dongguan?"

That's bullshit. This car is going to Dongguan. Where else would it go if not Dongguan?

Ding Yang looked at the bus stop sign: Bus Terminal → Gaobu/Shijie/Changping/Zhangmutou → Tangxia → Fenggang Yantian.

"Sister Tang, how long will it take to get to Fenggang?"

"It takes more than three hours. This bus is very slow and stops at every station."

Looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the road, Ding Yang felt a little excited.

I just didn't expect a bus ride to take so long, with stops at almost every station, and it even had manual ticketing.

Ding Yang bought two tickets for 27 yuan, one to Tangxia (12 yuan) and one to Fenggang (15 yuan).

More than two hours later...

"Zhangmutou Station has arrived, please get off."

Upon hearing the words "Zhangmutou," Tang Li trembled.

"Sister Tang, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoyang, you don't know, before, when we were working, they checked temporary residence permits. If you were caught without one, you'd be sent to a detention center."

"I started working quite early. In 99, I was detained in the Zhangmutou Detention Center for half a month and had two ribs broken."

"what……"

"It's completely different now than before. They used to check very strictly, but now they hardly check at all. As long as you have an ID card, you're good to go."

Ding Yang didn't know how to answer for a moment. He had heard of it before, but had never seen it.

Not long after passing Zhangmutou, we were almost at Tangxia Town.

"Xiaoyang, write down my phone number. If you come to Fenggang to look for work, call me."

"Okay, thank you!"