When it came to love, he was always clumsy; when it came to matters of the heart, he was as unyielding as a stone, as unresponsive as a block of wood. He did not understand how the feelings of love formed in the hearts of women, just as he did not know who his own parents were or where he had come from.
As these two "brothers in arms" were chatting, a shrill bell suddenly erupted! Gu Yuan was startled, taking a long moment to realize: it was the end-of-shift bell. This loud, piercing sound seemed to reiterate the factory's policy: no one was permitted to linger on the premises after hours!
The female workers, clad in colorful attire, poured out of the factory floor in a continuous stream. Xiao Liu’s eyes turned digital again. One could hardly blame him for being so shallow; at his age, it was a season of longing. The workers who were somewhat attractive showed him nothing but disdain, not even bothering to lift their heads. Even those who were plain-faced turned up their noses and strutted past him, leaving a cloud of dust in the wake of their electric scooters.
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