Lightning's uncle worked as a foreman at a nearby construction site. He heard that Wen Chuo wanted to find a job, and he was amazed at first, and then showed a clear way with great loyalty: "It happens that there is a shortage of small workers there, I will tell my third uncle. , let you go over to move bricks, one hundred and four a day, how about it?"
Wen Chuo sold the last game account in his hand for more than 2,000, and after deducting the rent, there was still 1,000 left, barely able to last for a while, Wen Yan asked reluctantly, "Apart from moving bricks, there is nothing else to do? "
Lightning patted him on the shoulder: "Wen Chuo, buddy, I have always convinced you, we are so many people, and you graduated from high school, it is a little wrong to go to the construction site to move bricks, but there is no such thing as a broken place in Linxian County. You don't want to go to work in other places."
Of course Wen Chuo didn't want to go out of town. He was so miserable in the local area. He had no relatives and no reason in other places, so he couldn't starve to death on the street.
The construction site is divided into big workers and small workers. The big workers are mainly in charge of technical work, and they get a lot of money. The small workers are pure apprentices and work hard. When Lightning is short of money, they will occasionally come to work for a few days, but his parents are still alive, and the pressure is not as much as Wen Chuo’s. big.
"You can be careful, last time there was a little kid who didn't pay attention when he walked, and his feet were pierced by nails."
It was the sweltering summer season, and Wen Chuo's back was already sweaty before he had dried anything. His skin was white, and he stood out among the disgraced workers. Lightning was delighted: "Hey, believe it or not, you will stay here for a few days. , to make sure that black is like charcoal."
Wen Chuo buckled his safety helmet, lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking about. He shoveled the sand with his head down, and then dragged it to the construction wall with a bucket truck. Under the sun, lightning and cement, his clothes got soaked in a short time.
Although the construction site took a lot of money, all the sales were energy work. Wen Chuo wore gloves, gritted his teeth and carried bricks all morning. When he was resting at noon, his face turned blue, he found a place to sit in the sun, and his wrists were all cement. Idea, my palms are numb and I don't feel the slightest bit.
Wen Chuo buried his face in his knees. He never thought that he would have such an embarrassing day. Sweat flowed down and his stinging eyes hurt. The workers next to him were eating steamed buns. The smells are mixed together, and there is dust all around.
Lightning had a meal with his third uncle, and came back and brought a bottle of cold beer to Wen Chuo, but Wen Chuo didn't ask for it, so he drank it all in one breath: "You said that you worked hard to get into college, What's the use of working so hard now?"
Wen Chuo tired didn't want to say a word, the bones all over his body were in pain, he took off his gloves, and found that a large blood blister appeared in the palm of his hand.
These hands are clearly articulated, fair and slender, and are very suitable for touching the piano keys when the spring is late, and also suitable for holding the pen holder, stained with the fragrance of pen and ink, but unfortunately, it can only be used to move bricks now.
The worker next to him rushed over to build the wall after lunch, and shouted in a loud voice: "Hurry up and bring the cement up, it's not enough, hurry up, hurry up!"
Wen Chuo let out a breath from his chest, got up from the ground and carried a 100-pound cement bag and walked upstairs. He only felt that the money was really hard to earn, but he was a bit stubborn, so he just managed to hold on.
For five days in a row, he went out early and returned late. When he came back, he fell asleep when he was tired. Basically, he didn’t see anyone. Even Bai Yang only had a few quick face-to-face meetings with him. The project will be finished in about half a month.
The big workers in charge of plastering the walls get a lot of money, and their daily wages range from 400 to 600 yuan. Wen Chuo goes to get close to the master every day, and then learns along with him. Once he is proficient, he can help out, and the salary has risen to 200 yuan.
At noon that day, Wen Chuo was sitting in a shaded place to rest. Everyone else was eating. He was too tired to eat anything. He sat and played with his mobile phone. At this moment, Lightning patted him on the shoulder: "Hey... "
"Tsk, just say it, shoot what you want." Wen Chuo's shoulders were covered with two large black patches, which had not disappeared for a few days.
"No," Lightning pointed back with a cigarette in his ear, "That fool Bai Yang is at the door."
Wen Chuo's conditioned reflex blocked his face, he looked at the direction of the lightning pointer, and then looked back: "Maybe he came here to pick up the bottle, and he will be gone in a while."
Lightning raised his eyebrows: "Fart, I've been upstairs watching him standing at the door for two hours. I guess he's waiting for you again. Are you looking for a father or a mother?"
Wen Chuo paused, then waved his hand without raising his head: "Don't say I'm here, just drive him away."
"Got it!"
Hearing the sound of lightning go away, Wen Chuo took a look at the screen of the phone as a mirror, and found that his face was gray, sweat dripped down, and all were mud marks. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but found that his sleeves Dirty, had to give up.
A large shadow suddenly fell above his head. Wen Chuo thought it was lightning that had gone and returned. He looked up impatiently and found that it was Bai Yang. He was shocked: "Damn, how did you come in?!"
Wen Chuoshe got up from the ground and looked back at the gate. Lightning seemed a little helpless, and pointed to the back door with a stinky face, meaning he came in from there.
Bai Yang didn't carry a plastic bag today. He probably didn't come here because he was picking up a bottle. He saw Wen Chuo sitting on the ground wearing an old coat. His hand said, "Go home."
Wen Chuo shook him off: "I'm working, go back by yourself, don't walk around on the construction site."
"go home."
Bai Yang went to pull him again, pursed his lips and took him out, everyone around looked over, Wen Chuo was tired and tired these days, and annoyed, he pushed him, who would have thought that Bai Yang didn't stand firm, and thumped fell directly to the ground.
Wen Chuo didn't expect this, his face changed instantly, he wanted to pull him up, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand stiffly, stretched out his hand, and retracted it hesitantly.
Bai Yang lowered his head and did not move, sitting on the ground, unable to see his expression clearly, Wen Chuo condescendingly, staring at his thin back without moving.
A minute has passed.
Two minutes passed.
Three minutes passed.
Bai Yang remained motionless, and Wen Chuo finally realized that something was amiss, and quickly reached out to pull him up, his voice was angry and anxious: "Hey, I told you that you can't walk around on the construction site, the ground is full of broken stones, if you fall, it will scrape you off. Half skin…”
"pat-"
A tear suddenly fell on Wen Chuo's arm, with a scorching temperature. He glanced at his eyes subconsciously, and realized what it was. The voice stopped abruptly, and the words in his mouth were blocked. back in the stomach.
When the wind blew, the arm was slightly cool.
Wen Chuo felt as if he had done something wrong: "Topol..."
Bai Yang didn't speak, he stood up from the ground, his elbow was scratched, and two blood marks were clearly on it, very conspicuous, he lowered his head and slowly patted the gravel in his palm, then pulled Wen Chuo again and took him out .
Wen Chuo didn't struggle this time. He took off his helmet and hurriedly put it on the pile of bricks, and was pulled out a little uneasy.
"Topol? Topol? You talk, Topol, are you angry?"
Wen Chuo saw the old scratch on his hand, he didn't dare to pull it, he forcibly pulled his shoulder over, Bai Yang stared at him with a cold and indifferent expression, the clothes were old but clean and tidy, the two stood together He looked dirty, his wine red hair faded, half yellow and half red, more like a hooligan than a hooligan.
Wen Chuo asked again, "Hey, are you angry?"
Bai Yang still didn't speak, he took his dirty hand and continued to walk towards the house. A neighbor who knew him glanced casually, but it was not interesting at first, but Wen Chuo felt that his appearance was really embarrassing, which was detrimental to his usual prestige. Go fast without pulling.
When he reached the door of the house, Bai Yang did not let him go, but took out his key and rustled the door. Wen Chuo was bored and could only follow in.
The living room is still furnished in the past, and the messy things have been neatly arranged, including waste paper shells, plastic bottles, and cans, but there is a computer in the corner of the window. The sun shines through the screen window, black 's display has a light sheen.
Wen Chuo was stunned, he wiped his hand on his trousers, walked over and looked at it, only then did he confirm that it was really a computer.
Bai Yang silently placed the shoes that were kicked crookedly at the door, then gently closed the door, picked up the bag full of plastic bottles in the corner, crouched on the ground as usual, squished them one by one, and put them in the big snakeskin bag inside.
Wen Chuo stood there and watched quietly.
When he was moving bricks, he smashed his hands and didn't cry. He was scolded by the master for being slow and didn't cry. Now his eyes are a little sore. With his back to Poplar, he slowly squatted down, buried his face in his knees, and didn't move for a long time.
The only movement in the room was the sound of the plastic bottle being crushed. It was not until the last bottle was finished that Topolo stood up, carefully tied the snakeskin bag with rope, and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
The bruise on the forearm was slightly swollen, and it looked a little shocking. Bai Yang glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention to it. He washed it with water at will, his expression was the same as usual, silly but calm.
As everyone knows, Wen Chuo cried alone and became a silly dog.
Bai Yang walked into the living room, only to find that Wen Chuo was squatting on the ground and hugging his knees, motionless. He walked over in confusion, squatted across from him, and patted his shoulder.
Wen Chuo immediately sniffed, then rubbed his eyes carelessly, raised his head again, his eyes were still red, he saw Bai Yang was right in front of him, his eyes were dark and moist, with a little light, he suddenly hugged him into the arms.
"Aspen..."
Wen Chuo cried a little bit, he buried his face on Bai Yang's arrogant shoulders, and the hard work and grievances of the days rushed up, and he couldn't hold it back, and he felt hatred and powerless in his heart.
Bai Yang gave a rare reaction and reached out and patted his back.
"Don't move bricks, you're tired."
Wen Chuo closed his eyes, not knowing what he had made up his mind, he let go of Bai Yang, held his face and said earnestly: "... Tiredness is only temporary, I won't move bricks for the rest of my life, Bai Yang, I will definitely be able to make money in the future. You have a good time together."
Bai Yang hugged his knees and looked at him, as if in autumn many years ago, he was like this too, sitting in a small group in front of the restaurant, looking up at Wen Chuo who had returned from school.
It's the past lush years.
"Aspen..."
Wen Chuo lowered his head and kissed his lips, his arms folded slightly, tentatively lingering between his lips and tongue, lingering and domineering, Bai Yang was forced to lift his head to endure all this, his breathing stagnated, and after a long time, his fingertips climbed on Wen Chuo's back. back, and then slowly tighten.