The sun was like a huge fireball, hitting the earth, and the hot breath made people almost feel dizzy. On a towering high-rise construction site on the outskirts of Shanghai, Zhang Shijun was sweating hard and silently enduring the torment of the heat.
Big beads of sweat, like crystal clear pearls under the sunlight, slid down Shijun's cheeks one after another, soaking silently on his clothes. However, this steady stream of sweat could not relieve the deep pain in his heart. It was like an invisible sharp blade, stabbing his soul all the time. He tried to use this endless physical labor to deeply bury his feelings for the literary youth.
In the dead of night, the exhausted Shijun lay in a simple rental house, his eyes empty and blurred, staring at the mottled marks on the ceiling. The breeze outside the window blew gently, and the gauze curtains swayed with the wind, adding a lively atmosphere to the silent night. However, Shijun's heart was filled with endless longing, drowning him in deep sadness. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, silently telling the pain and helplessness in his heart.
"Wenqing..." Shijun recited this name silently in his heart, the name that once warmed his life like sunshine and brought him countless laughter and warm memories. However, at this moment, this name was like misty smoke, gradually dissipating in his world, leaving only his deep thoughts and concerns.
In Shijun's memory, the moment he broke up with Wenqing was like a deep mark that stung his heart all the time. At that moment, it was as if a sharp blade ruthlessly cut through his heart, leaving scars that silently flowed with pain and loss in the silence. He closed his eyes in pain, trying to use the boundless darkness to tightly seal the bitterness deep into his bones deep in his heart to prevent it from corroding his soul.
However, the pain came like a tidal wave, which was impossible to resist, let alone avoid. It broke through his inner defenses again and again, allowing him to taste the unforgettable bitterness alone late at night. He tried to divert his attention in various ways, but the pain always followed him, reminding him of the lost love. He knew that he needed time to slowly heal the pain, but before that, he could only bear the pain silently and let it leave a deep mark on his life.
Being exposed to the scorching sun for a long time put Shijun's body under tremendous pressure. The sun shone mercilessly on his body, and every inch of his skin seemed to be scorched, and the pain was unbearable. The depression and pain in his heart were like invisible shackles, binding his soul and making him feel unable to breathe. This dual physical and mental torture made Shijun's already weak body even more overwhelmed. His face was pale, and his eyes showed exhaustion and helplessness, as if he might collapse at any time. However, he persisted, hoping to survive this difficult time.
On a hot afternoon, he suddenly felt dizzy and his body couldn't help butThe ground shook a few times, and finally he fell weakly to the hot ground. His face was pale, and sweat and dust were intertwined and smeared on his weather-beaten face, making him look so desolate and helpless.
The workers gathered around and dialed the emergency number anxiously. At this critical moment, Zhang Shijun seemed to be on an isolated island, surrounded by the noisy world, but he was trapped in I couldn't extricate myself from the sadness and despair in my heart. Finally, in this endless pain and struggle, he gradually lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma.