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

Yang Ying picked up the clothes from the ground and slowly put them on.

"Xiaoyang, I have to go to work. I took leave to come here. Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Xiaoying, let's skip dinner tonight. We both acted a bit impulsively just now. Wang Yi is coming over tonight; you don't want to join us, do you?"

"You fucking scum, I'm feeding the dogs this time."

"Big sister, you didn't lose out. It's just a win-win situation, and you even made hundreds of millions."

"Hmph, you scumbag, wait for my call!"

Yang Ying buttoned up her clothes and left.

Ding Yang tidied up the bed and picked up the tissues to put in the trash can.

I'm not in the mood to go to the internet cafe anymore, so I just went to sleep.

Sigh, why can't I control myself? I slept in another one.

Holy crap, 52 days of work, two supervisors and a translator. If they were any more shameless, they could basically sleep with all the girls in the department.

But I always feel like something's missing. What's the point? This isn't what I'm looking for.

"You little devils, you Amaterasu Omikami, give me a rich woman!"

I slept until after 6 p.m., then spent two hours at an internet cafe until 8:30 p.m.

Everyone had finished get off work before we went back to the hotel.

Lying in bed,

"Ding Yang, please don't leave Fenggang, okay? If you want to find a job here, we can still see each other often."

"Xiaoyi, I don't know if I can find a job here, but don't worry, I'll be in Dongguan. Even if I'm not in Fenggang, we can still meet when you're on vacation."

Liu Jing remained silent, feeling that anything she said would be superfluous.

"Alright, let's not talk about unpleasant things anymore..."

"Hate……"

"Not long after..."

Just then, Yang Ying came upstairs carrying a bag of fruit. When she got to the door and was about to knock, she suddenly heard a loud "argument" coming from inside the room.

Yang Ying really wanted to kick the door open, but she held back. She hung the fruit on the doorknob and left the hotel with a livid face.

Downstairs, walking on the dimly lit street, Yang Ying took out her phone, deleted Ding Yang's contact number, and blacklisted him.

Then he ran into the pharmacy and bought a box of Yuting (emergency contraceptive)...

Suddenly, Yang Ying burst into tears. She didn't know who she was crying for or why. Perhaps this was love in the factory... or perhaps this was the price of youth...

the next morning,

Everyone got up and washed up, since they still had to go to work at the factory.

There was a bag of fruit on the doorknob: a large bunch of red grapes and several bananas.

"Who hung this on the door?"

Ding Yang took the fruit. He knew without guessing that it must be Yang Ying. That woman must have heard what was going on inside last night.

"Who cares whose it is? Let's go have breakfast."

After descending the stairs three times, we arrived at the breakfast shop.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns.

Wang Yi held Ding Yang's hand.

"Xiaoyang, no matter what you think, I won't allow you to give up on me. You have to keep in touch with me often."

"Yes, definitely!"

"If you find a job, let me know, and I'll come visit you when I have time."

"OK!"

Ding Yang knew that first love is the most unforgettable, and the first man is even more unforgettable. Regardless of whether he loved Wang Yi or not, he was definitely Wang Yi's white moonlight, a man he could never forget in his lifetime.

"You two should focus on your work. I'll come see you when I have time."

With tears in her eyes, Wang Yi took Liu Jing's hand, and the two returned to the factory. Liu Jing turned to look at Ding Yang and made a phone call gesture.

Ding Yang nodded and waved.

We then returned to the hotel to unpack our luggage.

While eating the red grapes Yang Ying bought, I peeled a banana. The yellow peel looked a little green. Perhaps this is love—it's either green or yellow.

He took out his phone and dialed Yang Ying's number.

"Beep beep beep..."

It's not that the phone is off, it's that I can't get through; it means I've been blocked.

Alas! I had no intention of attracting your attention, yet you have captured my heart. We are both sorrowful travelers in this mortal world, so let us not laugh at who is the pitiful one!

Ding Yang dragged his suitcase downstairs to check out of the hotel. He first went to the Agricultural Bank to send 1000 yuan to his grandfather, and then headed to Yantian Overpass.

In the summer of 2007, Ding Yang left Fenggang and went to Houjie.

Ding Yang waited for about ten minutes before boarding bus route 318. This bus departs from Yantian and terminates at Humen, passing through Fenggang, Tangxia, Zhangmutou, Huangjiang, Dalang, Liaobu, Dongcheng, Nancheng, and Houjie.

Perhaps because it had only been a short time since the train departed, there weren't many people on the train, and there were still many empty seats. The ticket price to Houjie was 20 yuan, and surprisingly, there was no air conditioning; the fans were blowing loudly.

"Next stop: Shaling!"

Upon hearing the words "Shaling," Ding Yang instinctively looked out the window.

This is his first stop in Dongguan, and this is where he met his first woman in Dongguan, Tang Xue!

Here are the tracks left by his motorcycle, and the sweat he shed.

A wave of heat washed over him, and Ding Yang felt his eyes welling up with tears. Farewell, my woman, farewell, Fenggang! Farewell, Yantian!

The ticket seller was a middle-aged woman, who seemed to be a local. She had very dark skin and was extremely ugly.

"Ma'am, I'm going to the Weiyida bus stop in Houjie. Where should I get off? Do I need to transfer?"

"VTech doesn't require transferring. You can get off at the factory gate in Santun, Houjie or Guantai Road. No transfer is needed."

"Oh, thank you. Please let me know when the time comes."

"Sure, there's plenty of time!"

This old green train is privately operated, and it moves very slowly, stopping at almost every station.

There was no air conditioning on the bus. Although the windows were open, it got hotter and hotter as the day approached noon. It was like being in a sauna. What was even more outrageous was that some people in the back were smoking, and the attendants didn't care.

Although there were no-smoking signs on the bus, nobody cared; people still smoked as usual.

It took nearly three hours to finally arrive at Houjie Santun.

"Hey handsome, VTech is about to get off, he's just ahead."

"Oh, thank you!"

Ding Yang got off the bus shortly after; it was already past 11 a.m.

VTech's factory is located on Guantai Road. The road is wide, with many trucks and lots of dust. The roadside is full of shops, stalls, and job postings, making it noisy.

As soon as I got off the bus, a bunch of motorcycle taxi drivers surrounded me.

Where did the handsome guy go?

Ding Yang ignored them.

Dragging his suitcase, he didn't call Dawei. He knew Dawei was probably still at work at this time, and even if he had eaten, he would be in the cafeteria and probably wouldn't come out. He decided to wait until after get off work in the evening to see him.

Ding Yang walked around the Weiyitai factory area to see what was going on.

The factory is surrounded by densely packed buildings, rental houses, and alleys, making it noisy during the day and probably even more bustling at night than the Shinano factory in Yantian.

Ding Yang came to a small alley, where small hotels, barbershops, convenience stores, adult product stores, internet cafes, and Sichuan restaurants were as numerous as hairs on a cow.

Ding Yang was a little hungry, so he went to a fast food restaurant and bought a boxed lunch for three yuan. The cabbage was bland and had little oil, the green beans were mixed with a few bits of minced meat, and the white rice was loose and crumbly. He squatted on the greasy plastic stool and shoveled the food into his mouth, while the wind blew the dust from the roadside onto his face.

I ate two-thirds of a boxed lunch, threw the rest in the trash, and took out my Temex sticks—there were only two left.

We arrived at a small shop.

"Boss lady, how much is a pack of Jin Bai Sha?"

"10 yuan!"

"Where's Furongwang?"

"Wang Fu is 24, but if you want her, I'll give you 23."

Ding Yang gritted his teeth,

"Give me a pack of Wang Fu tea and a bottle of water."

These days, very few people smoke Wangfu cigarettes in factories, as a pack of cigarettes costs half a day's wages. Those who are slightly better off smoke Hongshuangxi, and some managers smoke Wuyeshen.