Chapter 116 The loveless weaver takes refuge in the Cliffside Art Museum

There is such a group of people in Xiuyan Xu who work day and night.

If the water hadn't flooded their workshop, they would have continued spinning here until the end of the world.

They are weavers and live in Xiuyan Ruins. The meaning of living is to repeat the boring sound of the weaving machine. The sound of the weaving machine proves that they are alive. If the weaving machine stops, they will remain still, like a pile of

wood.

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 various places, or hereditary weavers, have been placed in rows of empty glass houses on the plains of Xiuyan Xu for generations.

In the past hundreds of years, these weavers have been weaving silently. Whether it is sunlight or moonlight, they face the cloth in front of them sincerely and entrust their lives to the cloth in their hands.

Not smart.

They may seem like an ordinary group of people, but if you think about it carefully, they are indeed rare in the world. The two family heads of Xiuyan Ruins who took them in at the beginning also took a fancy to this trait in them.

From dozens to hundreds of people, there are thousands to choose from. Correspondingly, the cloth woven by these people is particularly expensive. These cloths themselves have a kind of magical power. People who use these cloths will become happy and happy.

The wish will come true.

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

The textile workers had just moved here. They were all very tired after a long day of moving. At this time, they were each resting in their own white tents. Gao Agui looked at his group of workers and felt a little uneasy.

This poor ant has now become aware of "his own existence" and he no longer wants to work. This dangerous idea scares him. How can he be unsocial? Where else can he go except this place?

These people have nowhere to go. Apart from Xiuyan Ruins, they can find no other place in this world. Here, they live very freely. They turn a deaf ear to people and things outside the glass house.

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Today's wave of textile workers are like indifferent textile machines in a glass house like ice. These people are no different from these machines. Compared with their ancestors, they don't know how to "speak."

"For them, the mouth is like a decoration and is of no use at all.

Gao Agui came here with his mother. Her mother was old and lived in a nursing home in Xiuyanxu. He inherited his mother's job and became an unknown textile worker.

Gao Agui came down from the square table and heard the special breathing sound around him... This was different from the noisy textile workshop. The sound was also amplified here.

Textile workers work with their hands, and Xiuyan Market provides them with a place to live and settle down. It is like a cooperation, seamless.

Work itself becomes an end, helping them overcome the loveless valley in their lives.

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

These textile workers were moved point-to-point to the art museum, where they were relatively safe and comfortable.

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

Anyone outside the textile workshop would be suffocated if they were put into this program to work and live... a boring, monotonous and indifferent life. There is no entertainment and no love.

Gao Agui, a short-haired textile worker, returned to the Yabian Art Museum for the first time. Today's Yabian Art Museum, in the eyes of Gao Agui, a man in his early forties, is like a paradise without turning on the lights.

Because it is open-air, all the light in the Yabian Art Museum during the day is supplied by sunlight. The sky above is still in a state of light rain. Due to the geographical location of the Yabian Art Museum, it is higher than the surrounding buildings and terrain, so if

Standing on the high platform, you can see the sea beyond the wall of the museum.

He suddenly realized that these people were 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,

It made him feel ridiculous, as insignificant as an ant.

Now, the rain has stopped, and the glass workshop is being renovated and repaired. Because these people have no place to live, the logistics of Xiuyanxu temporarily closed the empty Cliffside Art Museum, opened it up, and set up some temporary relief sheds inside for these people.

people live in.

People have changed several times, and it has been several generations. However, each generation has become more and more indifferent, and the distance between the looms has become wider and wider. The workers seem to be carved out of the same mold, except

Focused on weaving, in the eyes of outsiders, what they are left with is indifference.

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

Above Xiuyan Ruins, the manager in charge of the textile industry noticed the collapse of the building when he inspected the workshop, so he organized the textile workers together and temporarily moved them to the Cliffside Art Museum for refuge.

Although they have never thought about why they came to this place, nor have they planned their future lives, they all unanimously feel that they are the same type of people - loveless people.

In the world of textile workers, there is no excitement or intrigue, only monotonous work day after day, year after year, which can be seen to the end at a glance.

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

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A few days ago, the heavy rainstorms in Xiuyanxu caused many glass houses in the textile workshop to collapse, and the textile machines also suffered a lot of losses...

Gao Agui saw the endless sea in the distance and couldn't help but feel how beautiful it was. He swallowed, the man's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes became deep. It was as if Gao Agui saw the sky for the first time, it was blue, and the sea,

Several islands also grew up.

This is the end of my mother's life. At this moment, Gao Agui's evaluation of her is: mediocre. He is afraid that he will make the same mistakes as his mother.

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Xiuyanxu does not operate many types of industries, and its marketing is not deliberate. The production and distribution of cloth also originated from a coincidence.

Gao Agui was already forty years old. Before today, he had never thought of talking about marriage. This was because none of the young workers in the textile workshop, male or female, had ever talked about marriage. He realized that he had never seen any of the workers.

Someone went to get married!

Gao Agui likes this place.

Not only is there no love, there seems to be no cruelty either.

The Lucky Weaving House founded by Fenghua City Lord Hua Nuan'er got her goods from here. She kept this source of goods secret from the outside world. Cloth merchants from all over the world were curious about it, and they couldn't figure out where she got these popular items.

of cloth.

The textile looms changed several times, and the looms changed from human power, to steam power, to electricity...

They made it a moving part on the textile machine, very precise.

Textile worker Yu Fuchun couldn't help but turn on a gramophone in the museum, and the sound instantly echoed throughout the museum.

The sleeping workers were all frightened awake by the music.

Chapter 116 The Loveless Weaver, Escaped to the Cliffside Art Museum Completed
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