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Chapter 116 Loveless weavers, take refuge in the cliffside art museum

There are such a group of people in Xiuyan Market, working day and night.

If the water had not flooded their workshops, they would probably have been spinning here until the end of the world.

They are weavers and live in Xiuyan Market.The meaning of being alive is to repeat the boring echo of the loom.The ringing of the loom proves that they are alive.If the loom stops, they will stand still, like a log.

They are like—a nameless ghost in front of the machine.

There is some faint light in the eyes, which can prove that their hearts are still beating.

These, either gathered here from all over the world, or are hereditary weavers, have been housed in rows of empty glass houses on the flat ground of Xiuyan Market for generations.

These weavers have been quietly weaving for hundreds of years.Whether it's sunlight or moonlight, they sincerely face the cloth in front of them and entrust their whole lives to the cloth in their hands, without any dexterity.

A group of seemingly ordinary people, if you think about it carefully, they are indeed rare in the world.The two patriarchs of Xiuyan Ruins who took them in at the beginning also took a fancy to this characteristic in them.

From dozens of people to hundreds of people, it is considered a thousand choices.Correspondingly, the cloth woven by these people is particularly expensive.The cloth itself has a magical power, and those who use it will become happy and their wishes will come true.

These cloths were only secretly sold to a few shops and did not expand.

Hua Nuan'er, the lord of Fenghua City, founded the Lucky Weaving House, which bought goods from here.She kept the source of the goods secret to the outside world.Cloth merchants from all over the world are curious, scratching their heads but can't figure out where she got these sought-after cloths.

There are not many industries in Xiuyan Market, and the marketing is not deliberate.The path of cloth production and distribution also originated from a coincidence.

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The textile workers work with their hands, and Xiuyan Market provides them with a place to live and work.It's like a collaboration, seamless.

These people have nowhere to go, except for Xiuyan Ruins, they can't find any other place in this world.Here, they live very freely.They turned a deaf ear to people and affairs outside the glass house.

The looms have been changed several times, and the looms have changed from manpower to steam power, and then to electricity...

People have also changed a few waves, and it has been several generations.But each generation grows more indifferent, and the distance between loom and loom grows wider.The workers seem to be carved out of the same mold. Except for the dedicated weaving, in the eyes of outsiders, what they have left is indifference.

Anyone outside the textile workshop will be suffocated if they work and live in this program... a boring, monotonous and indifferent life.No entertainment of any kind, and no love.

Today's wave of weaving workers is like an indifferent weaving machine in a glass room like ice cubes.There is no difference between these people and these machines.Compared with their ancestors, they don't know how to "speak". To them, their mouths are like a decoration and they don't need them at all.

A few days ago, the torrential rain at Xiuyan Market caused the glass houses of the textile workshop to collapse a lot, and the looms also lost a lot...

On the Xiuyan Ruins, the manager in charge of the textile industry noticed the collapse of the house when inspecting the workshop, so he organized these textile workers together and temporarily moved them to the cliffside art gallery for refuge.

When they were discovered by the rescue team, these workers were still weaving in the leaky house!

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Now, the rain has stopped, and the glass workshop is being repaired and repaired.Because these people have no place to live, the logistics of Xiuyan Market temporarily closed the empty cliffside art museum and opened it up, and set up some temporary relief shelters for these people to live in.

The restaurant is not big, but enough to live in.

These textile workers were transferred point-to-point to the art museum, and they were considered safe and comfortable.

Gao Agui, a textile worker with short hair, came back to the Yabian Art Museum for the first time.In the eyes of Gao Agui, a man in his early forties, the current cliffside art museum is like a paradise with no lights on.

Because it is open-air, the daytime light of the Yabian Art Museum is all supplied by sunlight.The sky above was still lightly raining.Due to the geographical location of the cliffside art museum, which is higher than the surrounding buildings and terrain, if you stand on a high platform, you can see the sea beyond the wall of the art gallery.

Gao Agui saw the endless sea in the distance, and couldn't help feeling that it was so beautiful.He swallowed, the man's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes became deep.Gao Agui seemed to be seeing the sky for the first time, it was blue, and there were several islands growing out of the sea.

Gao Agui, who came down from the square platform, heard a special breathing sound around him... This was different from the noisy textile workshop.The sound is here, too, amplified.

Gao Agui likes this place.

The textile workers have just moved here, and they are all very tired after a tiring day of moving.At this time, each rested in their own white tents.Gao Agui looked at his group of workers, feeling a little uneasy.

He suddenly realized that they were all trapped in a very small world, so small that they only had their own workstation.Gao Agui suddenly compared the bigness of the outside world with the smallness of the workshop... This comparison made him feel ridiculous, and he was as small as an ant.

This poor ant, now that he has realized his "existence", he doesn't want to work anymore.This dangerous thought frightened him, how could he not fit in?Where else could he go but this place?

On the other hand, Gao Agui doubts the meaning of his life.

Gao Agui came here with his mother.My mother is old and lives in a nursing home in Xiuyanxu.And he inherited his mother's job and became an unknown weaver.

Mother's life is over.At this moment, Gao Agui's evaluation of her is: doing nothing.He was afraid of repeating the mistakes of his mother.

In the world of weavers, there is no splendor and intrigue, but only monotonous work day after day, year after year, which can be seen at a glance.

Gao Agui is 40 years old. Before today, he never thought of talking about marriage.Because the young and strong laborers in the textile workshop, regardless of men and women, did not talk about marriage.He realized that he had never seen any of his co-workers run off to get married!

Some of them were brought to Xiuyan Market by their parents when they were young, and some came by themselves.

Although they didn't think about why they came to this place, and they didn't plan for their future life, they all felt that they belonged to the same type of people—people without love.

Not only is there no love, it seems that there is no cruelty.

Work also becomes an end in itself, helping them cross the loveless canyon in their lives.

They became alive, a moving part on the textile machine, very precise.

Yu Fuchun, a textile worker, could not keep his hands idle. He dialed a phonograph in the art gallery, and the sound instantly resounded through the art gallery.

The sleeping workers were all woken up by the music.

Chapter 116 The Loveless Weaver, Evacuated to the Art Museum on the Cliff

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