Fu Zhen turned off the light in the room, lay on the bed and covered the quilt. In his sleep, he and Jiang Hengshu met again in the bar. As soon as their eyes met, Jiang Hengshu strode towards him. , picked him up, he kicked open the door of room 306, threw him on the bed, and then his body was covered, and the two of them entangled with each other until the end of time.
Fu Zhen slept until dawn. He was woken up. The tenant in the next room was about to move out today. The landlord came to check the furniture and facilities in the room for damage and found several scratches on the furniture. , two people quarreled because of this matter.
A female tenant who came back late yesterday came out in pink pajamas, frowning and complaining that they were arguing too loudly, which had disturbed her rest.
Fu Zhen seemed to be wandering on the outskirts of this noisy and chaotic world. He washed up, put on his coat, opened the door and left the rental room. The cold air outside caught the little beast that had just come out of the nest and played with it. , Fu Zhen shrank his neck and pulled the scarf around his neck a little higher.
Jiang Hengshu came to the construction site early. He is tall, with well-proportioned limbs and a natural clothes hanger. He wears other people's sloppy work clothes with a special temperament.
Fu Zhen had something on his mind, so he was a little absent-minded all morning, but he never stopped working, pushing cart after cart of sand onto the huge pile of sand, and the workers scooped up the sand with shovels. Lifted onto screens, the filtered fine sand is then mixed with materials such as lime to make the concrete needed by another wave of workers.
Fu Zhen didn't notice a stone under his feet when he was pushing the cart, and fell directly on the ground with a somersault. The small cart in front of him also fell to the ground, making a loud noise, and other workers heard the sound. Looking up, seeing Fu Zhen fell to the ground in embarrassment, someone let out a joyful laugh, and then lowered his head to continue his work.
Everyone is busy with their own livelihood, and no one comes to ask the little cripple if it hurts from the fall, and how is it now
Fu Zhen is also used to this kind of life. He struggled to get up from the ground, straightened the small cart, staggered to find a shovel, and shoveled all the sand that had been spilled on the ground back onto the cart. The cold wind whistled past his ears , mixed with a few quarrels of sparrows.
Just now, Jiang Hengshu was walking on the construction site with a sandbag on his shoulders and his head bowed. His thoughts drifted to that night in the bar. He was entangled with that little mermaid. Their skins were tightly attached to each other. His skin was cold and slippery, and he sighed softly in his ear.
What’s wrong with you? Did I hurt you? I'll take it easy, okay? Or who made you unhappy
Please…
Don't be sad, okay
A trace of melancholy flashed across Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes like glass beads, but in the blink of an eye again, his Little Mermaid disappeared.
He didn't turn into foam, he just went back into the sea.
When Jiang Hengshu came back to his senses, he put down the sandbags on his shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhen struggling to shovel the sand not far away. He mechanically waved the shovel in his hand, and soon the sandbags scattered on the ground All the sand was shoveled into the cart.
Fu Zhen put both hands on the handrail of the car, and the iron sheet wrapped on the wooden handlebar was rolled up due to long-term use, which hurt his palm. Fu Zhen turned his hand and looked down at his palm. Only then did he realize that the skin on the palms and wrists had ooze blood, mixed with the sand, forming a dry purple-red.
Fu Zhen sighed softly, pushed the cart of sand to the destination and trotted into the guard room.
The guard room is considered to be the cleanest place on the construction site, with an area of more than 20 square meters. On weekdays, only Lao Wang, who is on the watch, lives here. Fu Zhen borrowed a basin from Lao Wang and took some clean water in it.
The small stream of water gently washed the gravel that had sunk into the skin and flesh on Fu Zhen's palm, and the clear water became cloudy in a blink of an eye. After washing the sand off his hands, Fu Zhen got up and poured out the water in the basin and returned it to Lao Wang.
But Fu Zhen's trip was really unfortunate. The foreman came to the construction site and didn't see Fu Zhen, so he took it out and put it away to start timing. Seeing Fu Zhen walking out of the guard room, his brows immediately frowned. He shouted at Fu Zhen: "Why don't you come here to be lazy without work? Half a day's wages will be deducted!"
Fu Zhen raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. The anger on the foreman's face was serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.
He quickly walked towards Fu Zhen's direction and asked, "What did you do just now?"
"My hand was injured, so I washed it." Fu Zhen explained with his head down.
The foreman's eyes fell on Fu Zhen's palm: "Can you still work?"
Fu Zhen nodded immediately: "Yes."
"Is the leg all right?" the foreman asked again.
Fu Zhen understood what the foreman meant. Once he admitted that his leg injury was serious, he might not be able to work on the construction site for the next few days. Fu Zhen could only shake his head and say that he was fine.
The foreman hummed, "Then go to work."
"However, you still have to deduct your wages. It's better to deduct a quarter of your wages."
Fu Zhen's daily wages are only around 100 yuan. A quarter is not too much, but it is not too much. At least he wanted to improve the food next week, but this time it will not be improved.
Fu Zhen went to the side and picked up his cart to continue working. The foreman stared at his legs for a long time, making sure that he would not delay his work, and then turned around to inspect other construction sites. .
Fu Zhen pushed the small broken car and staggered past Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu could see the facial features on Fu Zhen's face wrinkled due to pain, and heard his low inhalation.
Jiang Hengshu's forehead hurt a little, he quickened his pace, and soon distanced himself from Fu Zhen, the gasp in his ears disappeared, but Jiang Hengshu still felt a little anxious.
Jiang Hengshu didn't talk very much, and he seldom uttered a few words all morning. His expression was always indifferent, as if he didn't care much about anything.
Fu Zhen didn't know why he came to work with him on the construction site. He clearly remembered that the manager and another Mr. Zheng treated Jiang Hengshu very intimately, even respectfully, at the bar that night. At that time, he thought Jiang Hengshu should belong to a big shot.
But everyone has their own secrets.
When eating at noon, Fu Zhen found a place that was not too far or too close to Jiang Hengshu. He held a lunch box and looked at Jiang Hengshu with what he thought was a hidden look.
Jiang Hengshu's arm holding the chopsticks suddenly paused, and suddenly raised his head to look in Fu Zhen's direction. Fu Zhen didn't expect to be caught by him. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and picked up the lunch box in his hand , blocking most of his face behind.
Seeing Fu Zhen dodging hastily like a frightened little animal, Jiang Hengshu calmly looked away.
Not long after, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Wang Tong who called and asked Jiang Hengshu where he lived now. Jiang Hengshu had just returned the house in the city center. He didn't find a new residence, so he planned to find one that was closer to the construction site and matched his current status.
When Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone, a worker at the side heard what he just said, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him, "Are you looking for a house?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
The worker reported a series of phone numbers to Jiang Hengshu, saying that he could call this person.
Fu Zhen lowered his head and ate the greasy eggplant in the lunch box with small bites. There was a small shadow on his long eyelashes.
Jiang Hengshu was dealing with the workers in front of him, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by Fu Zhen who was not far away. There was a layer of fine fluff on his face, like a peach that had just ripened. It was stained with a thin layer of oil... Jiang Hengshu looked away and thanked the worker in front of him.
After Fu Zhen finished his meal and rested against the earth wall behind him for a while, he opened his eyes, stood up and threw the lunch box into the trash can, then went outside to buy two band-aids, and simply bandaged the scratches on his legs .
Not long after Fu Zhen left, Jiang Hengshu discovered that he had left a business card where he sat just now. He looked at the somewhat yellowed business card and wondered what he was thinking. He was silent for a long time, and finally when someone wanted to sit Before coming over, he picked up the business card. He quickly glanced at the words on it. It was a rented house, and the conditions met his requirements. Jiang Hengshu put the business card in his coat pocket.
After Fu Zhen came back, he found that the business card he had put on the brick had disappeared. He secretly looked at Jiang Hengshu a few times, but he couldn't see anything strange on his face.
When it was time to get off work in the evening, Jiang Hengshu found the foreman alone: "The money that Fu Zhen was deducted today should be recorded in my salary."
The foreman squinted his eyes, looked at the tall man in front of him, and asked, "What's your relationship with that little cripple?"
"It doesn't matter."
The foreman patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and advised him, "Young man, it's not good to have too much sympathy."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and said nothing, the foreman nodded, and made a few strokes on the account book. Anyway, the wages were not paid by him, and Jiang Hengshu didn't care if he gave all his salary to Fu Zhen. thing.
Jiang Hengshu was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly thought of something. He stopped and added to the foreman, "Don't tell him about it."