What is it, weird.
In the evening, after having dinner from the cafeteria and restaurant, the workers come to buy things slowly, most of them are cigarettes and water, and some will buy a bottle of wine and drink it back.
Zhou Yang paid back the credit he had last month. Before, he pretended to be stupid and didn't admit it, but this time he was very refreshing. He bought a bottle of wine and a few packs of cigarettes. It was Soft China.
Some people were joking, some were surprised, saying that Zhou Yang had picked up the money, otherwise why would he be willing to smoke Chinese cigarettes, we saw each other several times a day.
Zhou Yang generously unpacked and distributed it to other people. As for who told the police station what he said, he seemed to have forgotten it, and he mingled with his fellow villagers again.
Qi Feng's mind is not on this, but on the young man who counts money.
As long as Huang Dan looked up, the man would look away, and he sighed helplessly.
When leaving, Zhou Yang called Qi Feng.
When Qi Feng walked to the door, he paused and did not look back.
Zhou Yang turned off the wine before he even got to the dormitory.
Qi Feng frowned, "Yangyang, why are you drinking so fiercely at night?"
Zhou Yang wiped his mouth, "It's alright, I started drinking when I was a few years old. It was my dad who dipped his chopsticks in wine and stuffed it into my mouth. Once it was cooked twice, I drank and drank, and the amount of alcohol increased."
Qi Feng said, "your dad is not afraid of you being caught in alcohol."
Zhou Yang hehe, "How does my dad understand this? Let's put it this way, my dad is just like Boss Zhang. He likes to show off when there are many people..."
Qi Feng dragged his arm into the dormitory.
Zhou Yang played cards with others. Qi Feng didn't participate. He filled a bucket of water and went to the bathhouse.
It is said to be a bathhouse, but it is actually a room. The reason why this place is provided is that you will not take off your clothes outside. There is no hot water inside. The workers come in to take a shower.
In winter, a bucket of water is still cold, but in summer it doesn't matter.
Qi Feng said hello to a few people inside, and carried the bucket to the side to rinse. As he was washing, a figure appeared in his mind, and then it was fucking hard.
Someone saw it, "Foreman Qi, you are so angry."
When he went out with this voice, several other people looked at him and started booing along, saying that it was still raining these days, so they could go to the town to find the young lady.
A trace of horror flashed across Qi Feng's eyes, and he glared at him as if he had seen a ghost. He turned the bucket over and poured the warm water from head to toe, but it still didn't work.
"People are more mad than people, look at Foreman Qi, that's what it is."
The person who spoke gave a thumbs up, stared at him and couldn't take his eyes away. The envy and jealousy in his eyes were about to come out.
"Foreman Qi's future daughter-in-law is blessed."
Qi Feng smiled lazily, "No way, I'm very talented."
"Forget it, my daughter-in-law. I'm used to being alone, but I don't want someone to take care of me."
There were subtle noises in the bathroom, and several people were busy in their own world.
Qi Feng didn't join in, he wrung out the towel and threw it in the bucket, put on a T-shirt and pants and went out.
Outside the bathroom, the curvature of Qi Feng's lips disappeared. He rubbed his forehead, "Old man, you are trying to kill me..."
He Peng came towards him with a bucket of water in his hand. He came to take a bath. He passed by Qi Feng and whistled, "I didn't see it. Foreman Qi is better at playing hooligans than me."
Qi Feng turned a deaf ear, he found a remote place to comfortably return to the dormitory, and Zhou Yang started to play.
It was almost eleven o'clock when the noise stopped. If it hadn't been for work tomorrow, they would have played all night.
In addition to the public bathhouse, the construction site also has a public toilet with four compartments and two rows of urinals.
At night, a worker came to the toilet with his trouser belt on. He heard a voice in the room and asked tentatively in the dark, "Yangyang? Is that you?"
Zhou Yang drank a lot of alcohol and was drunk. He responded with a big tongue, "Yeah."
The worker had diarrhea, crackled the whip for a while, and let out a comfortable sigh, "You're either smoking or drinking well recently, did you get it?"
Zhou Yang muttered something, and he seemed to be swearing, he couldn't hear it clearly, he drank too much.
"If it happens, you have to take your brother and me, tsk tsk, Zhonghua cigarettes are easy to smoke, and I don't know when I can smoke whatever cigarettes I want, it must be so cool."
The man heard the sound of flushing water coming from the room inside, mixed with the rubbing sound of clothes, Zhou Yang seemed to be wearing pants, the sound continued for a while,