1 Don’t look at the appearance (1/2)
The most painful thing in this world is to dream that you were in heaven for a second, then realize you are in hell in the next.
Mo Wen was indeed that person. He was sitting in a classroom two months ago, dreaming of going into the university he desired, but now he had been reduced to a construction worker who was working under the scorching sun.
Thinking of his tragic past, Mo Wen spat forcefully and his spittle hit the ground. He lifted his hand in a vain attempt to wipe the continual flow of sweat off his face. Now, he was totally drenched in his perspiration after he had finished moving a load of bricks off a wheelbarrow.
It would be good to be rich. Rich people are capable of evil things.
Mo Wen was an eighteen year old. He was scrawny with an ordinary appearance, dark with a pair of calm and deep-set eyes. Perhaps the children from the lower income families become the master of the house earlier in their lives; he looked more mature than others of his age.
Mo Wen pushed the wheelbarrow, which he used to transport the bricks, to the side of the road and found himself a shady spot to take a breather. It was the best time to skive off work as the supervisor was not around. It was indeed a luxury to skive off in a mundane, yet busy construction site.
He boldly sat on a slate of a cemented board, focusing in the direction of the road. After a while, his eyes gleamed with interest. His attention was attracted to the slender figure walking from the opposite side of the road.
Although she was at a distance with her appearance obscured, her hourglass figure was definitely attractive; especially the elegant way that she moved. It was like a professionally trained model.
The way a woman moves speaks a lot more than just a movement. Even though Mo Wen was constantly trapped in the construction site, he enjoyed quick peeks of the beautiful ladies walking on the road and pathways opposite from the site whenever he was free. Although he could not see their faces from afar, looking at the myriad of different beauties was also a feast to his eyes.
He seemed to have thought of something, because then he pulled out a cyan metal disc. It was the size of a coin and was attached to a thin cyan chain. It looked like a strange necklace.
Mo Wen found it a few days ago while demolishing the ancient buildings. He discovered an ancient cyan brick on a slab of wall. The cyan brick, which was estimated to be a century old, was full of holes and badly broken.
Other centenary antiques might worth a lot of money, but a piece of cyan brick was completely worthless, regardless of being ancient.
Mo Wen conveniently threw the cyan brick onto the ground. Then, but expectedly, the cyan brick cracked from the center and a metal accessory dropped out from it. It was the strange necklace in Mo Wen's hand.
The cyan metal disc was a little strange. It was divided into eight sections with different weird cravings of runes on it.
Mo Wen was not familiar with antiques, but he was able to decipher the thing in his hand to be a miniature Eight Trigram, which people usually use at home as an amulet to ward off the evil for good fortune.
Although he was not superstitious and did not believe that Eight Trigram had the ability to ward off the evil for good fortune, he knew that such an ancient Eight Trigram should be valuable. Perhaps it might be an antique which would make him an overnight millionaire if it was sold to an antique dealer.
Mo Wen's eyes were full of hope while caressing the Eight Trigram as if it were his lover. Once he became a wealthy person, he would be spoiled for choice when it came to those beautiful women whom he could only secretly drool over and peep from afar in the past.
”Oh no! Help!”
”Help! Help! Call the ambulance.”
A resounding of cries came from nearby disrupted Mo Wen's daydreaming, followed by people running towards it.
”What happened?
He looked in that direction quizzically and hesitated for a moment before standing up and running towards the crowd that soon formed.
Mo Wen arrived at the scene very quickly, as it was close to him. Many construction workers had gathered there. With a glance, he was shocked to see what had happened. A middle-aged man in his fifties dressed in tattered clothing was lying pale on the ground in a constant spasm, gasping for breath with his hands grabbing his chest tightly as if he was in great pain.
There was immense terror in his eyes, like he could feel death approaching.
Many workers rushed there but were fearful to approach. They were too frightened to take any action impulsively as they were just uneducated construction workers who didn't know what had happened.
”Acute Myocardial Infarction!”
Mo Wen's face changed slightly, uncomfortable to see Lao Zhang having a spasm on the ground. He identified Lao Zhang's illness at one glance as he had witnessed the whole process of someone who died of Acute Myocardial Infarction within a few minutes in the village.
The village he used to live in was very remote, so it basically did not have any professional doctor. Anyone who was sick in the village would usually be treated with folk medicine which was passed down from their ancestors instead of targeted treatment.