At the entrance of the cotton spinning factory, Yang Lizhen stood at the window of the guard room, leaning forward and speaking to the gatekeeper, "Uncle, I'm here for your factory's Shen Xiangnan."
"Who are you to him?"
"I'm his wife. I came especially from the countryside."
"Wait a moment."
The gatekeeper went into the factory to call someone for her, and Yang Lizhen busied herself with adjusting her hair and skirt.
Soon enough, wearing a blue work outfit, Shen Xiangnan followed the gatekeeper out of the factory.
At the first glance of Shen Xiangnan, Yang Lizhen could hardly recognize him.
A month had passed, and Shen Xiangnan seemed to have become a different person.
His face had grown paler, his straw-like hair cut into a buzz cut; under thick eyebrows, his eyes were bright and piercing. Dressed in a well-fitting blue work outfit, he unexpectedly exuded a hint of handsomeness.
Yang Lizhen's heart pounded furiously, and her cheeks grew warm.