At noon the sun beat down on the city, I made the whole city warmer though the weather was windy.

Caine felt hot due to hard working for his job, and the sun was scorching. Thus, he took off his clothes but a short-sleeved T-shirt at the midday break. He was sitting on a pile of steel bars with a washed-out dark blue T-shirt, holding a packed meal he had just bought by five dollars, and then he could not help breathing deeply…

He finally got a moment of relaxation after finishing his work in half of the day.

The foods seemed great today, he opened the lunch box and saw that besides the tomato scrambled eggs which had little egg, there was a pork steak. Even though most of the steak was made by flour, it was better than meat did not exist… In fact, he would not look at them before and might have kicked them off with "Is that food for pig?" But the diet was good with his salary of only four thousand for now.

And he also felt hungry, he did not nitpick at all, he bit the disposable chopsticks apart with his mouth, and then began to enjoy his lunch.

As the temperature getting higher today, he felt hotter while he was eating. Caine was a young man with strong internal heat, so his forehead was full of sweat after a while. He put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and then carried it to wipe the sweat. He saw the handkerchief turned black after using it, even the brand logo of Burberry got dirt. He could not help but sighing inwardly.

He was fastidious before and never wiped his hands and sweat with paper towel. He always carried men’s handkerchief with him and never washed them. He threw them away piece by piece if it was dirty because his mother would buy for him in dozens. This handkerchief, which was taken when he was expelled from S City to A City, he took it as a souvenir in memory of his mother and he carried it all the time.

By now, it could not be used anymore, he had to wash it up and collect it. Otherwise, it would be discarded.

He was looking at the handkerchief in his hand and he was in daze, suddenly he heard a voice from the top of his head. "Use a handkerchief to wipe sweat; you are too fastidious, bro Huo?"

With this, he came and caught Caine’s handkerchief.

Caine took no notice but unconsciously grabbed the handkerchief. He raised up his head and looked at him expressionlessly: "Get out."

The speaker was a man nicknamed Fatty Yang, a vice captain of the construction team, who liked to bully the workers most. And the person who made him feel disagreeable most was Caine; he thought Caine was particularly pretentious. He immediately got a bit angry when he perceived that Caine interrupted his movement, and then he said with a fake smile: "Look, why you are so serious. Just a worn-out handkerchief, is it really worth so much?" With this, he deliberately raised his hand and slammed Caine’s lunch box carried in the other hand onto the ground.

He glanced at the messy food on the ground and smiled proudly and insidiously: "Oh, I’m sorry, how couldn’t you hold a lunch box..."

Other workers who were eating their lunch around had watched this scene. Although they sympathized with Caine, they silently took their meals because of Fatty Yang’s power.

Caine glanced at him with a cold expression and he was reluctant to reply him. He carried his coat with him and went out from the construction site.

He was able to enjoy a 40-minute break at noon. He found a good place for him to take a nap recently. There was a lawn beside the construction site; the grass was thick and soft with the sun shining on. Hence, he planned to go there and sleep for a while.

He walked towards the lawn and lay down slowly; he gradually lost focus by looking at the rare blue sky and bright sunshine…

He never lay down in such a quiet way to appreciate the sky when he was rich and influential. He was always busy, busy in traveling, eating and drinking with his friends, watching car shows and enjoying car race… He felt the life he had before was all in vain, it seemed like he woke up from his dream. He returned to his dark and damp rental house, came back to the construction site. He had to work endlessly and exert his upmost, and then fell asleep soon after he went back to his residence every day…

Stop thinking anymore, it would be sentimental again.

Caine closed his eyes, and then he grabbed his coat and threw it over his head along with the whole world darkened.

But the coat on his head was pulled down again in a few minutes.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up impatiently in spite of the dazzling sunshine: "Who?!"

What unexpected was that it was not Fatty Yang or other workmates, it was Bill.

He saw him in a blue fine plaid shirt and a sweater coat with a cap. Bill looked at him with his big eyes on his beautiful and gentle face in surprise, and he carried a black fast food box in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Caine frowned with dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Haven’t I told you that never bother me?"

Bill stood nearby and slightly shielded the sun with his body. He looked at him with concern: "You did not have lunch yet, I bought you a snack."

"How could you know that?" Caine closed his eyes slightly with displeasure.

Bill squatted down slowly and the sun shined on his fair face, his skin looked a bit transparent: "Sorry, I saw what happened…just now."

"Are you making fun of me, too?" He could not figure it out why he always lost control of himself when he met Bill, he would not be so grumpy even though he faced Fatty Yang. He was like a wounded beast keeping on guard; his fur bristled and he would unleash his hostility without hesitation every time when Bill was approaching him.

"I’m not coming to see you in dilemma; you know that, I never care other business." Bill handed the fast food box to him with a slight smile, "Take it, I bought your favorite dried bamboo shoots and roast duck."

Caine used to like the dish very much and he was very dainty in diet, so the price of the dried bamboo shoots and roast duck was pretty expensive.

Caine was a bit stunned.

Bill had already stood up and waved to him, "Goodbye." And then he strode away without reluctance.

He knew that Caine always kept his self-esteem, he was angry with his father because he was scolded by his father in front of others and he ignored him a long time. But now, he probably did not want to be given in current situation.

Bill returned to his car with a complex expression on his handsome face. He could not describe how angry he was when he saw the fat man knocked over Caine’s lunch box. He was almost ready to rush forward and argued with the man at once, but he held back.

The person John inquired for information did not have any response. He also did not know what happened to Caine. And what put Caine into a dilemma and changed his mind and character.

He thought for a long time in his car alone until over an hour passed by, he got out of the car and went to the lawn where Caine had lay before, but no one was there.

He turned around and did not find the fast-food box he had bought, but he found it was lying quietly in the trash can not far away, which was already empty.