"I'm leaving, you can bring Xiaobao back, I have solved all the problems, but Xiaobao will depend on you to take care of him in the future"
The man tried his best to control his tone, but I believe that the woman on the other end of the phone will also hear the tears pouring out again.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, can I hear Xiaobao's voice again?"
"..."
I don't know what was said on the other side, but the glimmer of hope that was mentioned last was also disillusioned on the man's face. The mobile phone attached to the face slowly slipped down, just like a slow-motion lens, sad, gloomy and lifeless.
"dad!"
At this moment, a loud and crisp voice came from the other end of the phone, smashing the last line of defense in the man's heart to pieces.
"Why..."
Unable to control the crying, the man suddenly covered his mouth, quickly turned off the phone, stood up and pushed the door out.
SJZ, LQ area.
No matter how exciting the world outside you is, in this kind of paradise where you don't hear anything outside the window, Uncle Wang Dianshun can be regarded as a chic and at ease.
Of course, the inexplicable big hole dug out by a group of inexplicable people in the factory is excluded. . . I am really unlucky and unlucky, I can't earn much money, and I have done so many things in this small broken factory, if the boss sees it. . . Every time he thought of this, Uncle Wang Dianshun couldn't help shrinking his neck.
So after this, in addition to the routine inspection of the work, the uncle also has an extra job of filling holes.
Since the explosion, the outside world has long been like a pot of restless boiling water, which cannot stop for a moment. But Uncle Dian Shun still pushes the small broken construction site truck every day, and buys a truckload of soil from the outside, and then fills it into the big hole in the factory.
"How many hands can be counted as getting a few hands"
It was nearly fifty carts of soil, and the hole was almost filled up. Uncle Dian Shun wiped his sweat with a shovel, complaining uncontrollably.
At this moment, the car roared again in the factory compound, which frightened the uncle Dian Shun who was leaning on the shovel to reel.
"Is the factory manager here? Or is the director here? Thanks to me, I filled in the hole..."
But this thought also flashed through Uncle Dian Shun's mind, because the noisy roar was obviously not a car, it seemed to be two. . . three. . . How many cars is this!
"Fuck, it's not like those bastards are here to dig a hole again, what kind of Feng Shui is here, here, digging earth and burning Bodhisattva?!"
The more the uncle thinks about it, the angrier he gets, the more angry he gets, this time! This time, no matter what, I can't let this group of people cause trouble in the factory anymore. I'm just provoking someone else.
"Hey! I said you..."
Just turned around and turned outside, the second half of Uncle Dian Shun's words choked back in his throat in an instant.
Because it came from outside. . . like. . . Is it the police? . .
As the saying goes, seeing an officer is one-tenth of a fear. When Uncle Dian Shun saw the densely packed police cars and the chaotically arranged police cars, his legs softened and he staggered again.
Although Uncle Dian Shun's movement was not big, it was enough to attract the attention of outsiders, and as long as one or two noticed, the rest of the staff would immediately surround him. And under the watchful eyes of everyone, the uncle happened to be in that state of "guilty as a thief".
"Stay there and don't move!"
The leading policeman stopped drinking, then turned around and looked behind the uncle, the hole that hadn't been completely filled in was impressive.
"What is your name?"
"..."
Uncle Dian Shun was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, he had never done anything wrong. . . Isn't it just to steal some sand and soil to fill a hole for some wages? . . Why is it worth so many police officers
"Ask you, what's your name?!"
"Wang... Wang Dianshun..."
"Come with us!"
Yue Xiaofeng is still busy every day riding a tram. Although he has just replaced a new small motorcycle, it just so happens that he stopped near an explosion site before. After a loud noise, only a scorched black skeleton.
Now I still ride the dilapidated tram from before. Although such a big incident happened in SJZ, I still have to work, otherwise my sister will not be able to pay for the next year's tuition. . .
Just as he was thinking about something, the traffic light in front of him turned from green to yellow, and Yue Xiaofeng subconsciously squeezed the brake to stop at the intersection. However, the men, women and children around and behind him are still accelerating calmly, and the cars at both ends of the road are about to move vigorously.
Yue Xiaofeng stared dumbly at the endless stream of pictures in front of him, his mind was still full of money, money, money. . . In the end how hard, how to do, in order to earn enough money ah. . .
boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Yue Xiaofeng subconsciously looked up. In the middle of the road, a tram reversed in front of a car that had stopped suddenly, and an elderly woman and a young man were crushed under the tram. little girl.
Such a picture is really better than traffic lights. Pedestrians who are in a hurry to run through the lights are relieved in an instant, and the whole picture becomes thicker, just like the slow-motion button of the endless crowd.
"Hey! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. Are you all right, are you all right?" The car door popped open instantly, and a middle-aged man got out of the car with an anxious expression on his face.
The two people who were crushed under the tram were speechless at the moment, they just kept crying out in pain, and the child's immature crying was even more heartbreaking.
"Eldest sister, let's go to the hospital first, everything else is easy to talk about, I'll take you to the hospital first, who can help?"
Just for a while, the tip of the nose and brows of the middle-aged man were covered with sweat. He greeted the crowd who were getting closer and closer, and began to lift the tram.
I don't know if the man's voice is too low, or the wailing is too loud, but no one in the densely packed crowd is quarreling with the man, but as if watching a movie, he straightened his waist and stopped to suggest enthusiastically.
"Why are you so careless?"
"Yes, and hit a child"