The trees wish for silence, but the wind keeps blowing!
Wang Lei lit a cigarette and sat on a pile of bricks, staring blankly at the bustling workers around him. The slight shadow under the hard hat couldn't hide his deeply furrowed brows.
"Brother Wang, what's the matter? What happened again?" A young man, about to push a Douzi Car away, saw Wang Lei's look, put down the car, and stood beside him to ask.
"It's nothing, the Construction Bureau promised to issue our permit. They said it would be processed soon." Wang Lei replied weakly.
"Isn't that good news? What's there to worry about?" The young man puzzled. "You got heatstroke or something? It's a bit hot today. Go sit in the shade of that courtyard wall, I'll get you some water."
