As the days went by, week after week, Lin Yuhui felt that if the weather got any colder, he might need more clothes and bedding. It wasn't until he spoke with another colleague that he realized he wasn't alone. A young man had also come to the Shanghai headquarters on probation, but he'd already been there for six months.
Lin Yuhui suspected they couldn't find anyone locally, and it was no wonder. Few young people these days could tolerate living in a dormitory for extended periods, on call around the clock, with no personal time. His original agreement with the company called for him to work from home, with occasional business trips with the head of the Shenyang project department. So, he asked to leave Shanghai after his probationary period. The company quickly agreed, as they had a project in Jilin requiring on-site support. However, he needed to first travel to Shenyang to accompany the Shenyang project manager, Manager Tong Fei, to meet a client in Fushun.
When he and Tong Fei shared a hotel room during a transfer in Beijing, he finally understood why he was hiring. His snoring was deafening, and to save money, two people were sharing a room. Lin Yuhui realized that not getting enough sleep in this job without resting his heart could be fatal. The next day's schedule was so rushed he barely had time to eat or poop. By then, he'd already made up his mind to quit his job and return home, hoping to at least make it through the month and earn a salary.
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Leaving the train station, he felt a familiar hometown, a place he cherished, but there was no job here that could support him. He rode the bus, the neon lights of roadside shops flashing by, a feeling both strange and familiar. It was past seven in the evening when he got home, finally back to his familiar, comfortable surroundings. He'd just sat down to play a game when the company called again. Lin Yuhui couldn't help but marvel at the freedom of these working hours.
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The next day's field service was at a local chemical plant. Knowing the harsh winter winds in the suburbs, Lin Yuhui had deliberately donned extra cotton clothing. A specialized combustion furnace had been installed there to treat organic matter volatilization from the sewage pool, and the equipment and piping were already underway.
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Two colleagues were already on site, and upon arrival, their first task was to obtain safety training certificates. Lin Yuhui noticed a disagreement between the two. One of the guys in charge of technical matters was fine, while the other, who was in charge of field work, looked quite robust. But whether he was a bit clueless or deliberately trying to get along with the other two, he kept asking for this and that, leading them back and forth across the factory grounds, braving the northwest wind, for several kilometers of wasted time. It was unclear what he was doing.
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At this moment, Lin Yuhui's knee injury had somehow recurred. He stretched it, trying to correct the improper joints in the knee joint, but to no avail. He told the other two to go ahead while he took small, slow steps behind.
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Lin Yuhui didn't know why he had so many issues. He was usually very careful, but over the years, he hadn't taken good care of his body parts. His left knee had been pinched by a car door, and his right knee had been bruised. While neither was a major issue, it could flare up at any time, and a few days of rest would heal. He also had a lumbar sprain, caused by moving luggage for work. He had stretched his lumbar spine while walking, and that helped him avoid collapsing. His throat and upper respiratory tract were constantly infected and inflamed, requiring regular anti-inflammatory medication. He also had a congenital myocardial bridge, which impaired blood flow. This condition recurred at age 36, but fortunately, he recovered.
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His only satisfaction was his intelligence and his good judgment, but he was naturally a bit of a perfectionist and kindhearted person, making him ill-suited to this squalid society. Over the years of adversity, his wife's betrayal, his parents' scolding, he'd doubted himself, wondering if his problem was his own. One day, he suddenly decided to take an IQ test. He found a free, 20-question quick test on a foreign website and scored 110. Not bad, at least average. He then found another website with more questions. Because he didn't know an English word, he got one wrong, so he scored 129, which was pretty good. He then found a more comprehensive test from China, which took 60 minutes to complete. His IQ was 138, not bad, enough to qualify as a genius, but geniuses often suffer from unfortunate fates. After quitting his job at the company, Lin Yuhui's salary this month gave him some money back, but he was desperate. Given his health and the current job market, there really wasn't much hope. He also tried renting out one of his apartments, only to women—safe and able to meet his personal needs. But it was wishful thinking, haha. Only one person inquired, and she wanted to bring her boyfriend. What was she thinking? It was both.
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Another cold winter passed, and the weather warmed up in March. Opening his eyes one morning, Lin Yuhui realized he'd had a dream. A beautiful woman in a white dress walked past him. In the dream, she was his college English teacher, though not physically. She was beautiful, but in the dream, she was his teacher. Many boys followed her, staring at her with lustful eyes. Lin Yuhui simply admired her beauty, without any lustful or malicious thoughts. As she walked past him, Lin Yuhui noticed one of her long, white molars sticking out, and so he thought she was a vixen. Lin Yuhui thought about the dream, then fell asleep again. Unexpectedly, he had another dream, this time in his university dorm, getting ready for his English class. But he was dawdling and almost late. It seemed like the house he lived in was haunted. He thought, "I'm a clean person, so what does it have to do with me?" he thought, and then he woke up again.
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Lin Yuhui pondered it again, feeling a bit strange, but still reluctant to get up, he fell asleep again. This time, a man burst into the room. He was middle-aged, with pockmarked skin and a troubled complexion. He didn't look like a good person. He said a ghost was coming. Then the door blew open, and he felt as if an invisible entity was trying to control him, but he resisted with his mind. But when he turned around, he saw the man who had come in was possessed. Lin Yuhui poked him with an umbrella, trying to help him break free, but to no avail. Then, he began to speak under the control, saying, "You're the only good person." Then the scene shifted to a beautiful woman, perhaps a fox spirit, in a seductive pose, her lips brushing against the edge of the table. She slanted her gaze at Lin Yuhui and said, "I need a favor." He thought, "You don't have to seduce me like that. I'm happy to help others." Then the scene shifted to another beautiful woman, also wearing a long white dress, with an oval face and short hair. She floated over and asked Lin Yuhui to prepare an empty wooden coffin and cover it with a red cloth. Lin Yuhui thought, "Where can I get you a coffin? My bed at home is hollow and made of wood, but it's already filled with clutter. I have a red blanket or quilt, is that okay?" She said nothing and slowly floated away, her long dress flowing. Lin Yuhui chased after her, asking if it was okay, but she didn't answer. He woke up from the dream again.
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He had three dreams in a row that morning, and the plot seemed coherent. Lin Yuhui was curious about why, but since he had agreed, he simply covered the bed with his red quilt.
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