Chapter 8

Fu Zhen turned off the light in the room, lay down on the bed and covered the quilt. In his sleep, he and Jiang Hengshu met again in the bar. As soon as their eyes collided, Jiang Hengshu strode forward and picked him up. He kicked open the door of room 306 and threw him on the bed. Then his body covered him, and the two men were entangled with each other until the old man The end of the day.

Fu Zhen was woken up when he was sleeping until dawn. 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 any damage. He found that there were several scratches on the furniture. The two people quarreled about it.

A female tenant, who came back late yesterday in pink pajamas, frowned and complained that their quarrel was too loud to disturb her rest.

Fu Zhen seemed to be wandering around the periphery of this noisy and chaotic world. He washed well, put on his coat, opened the door and left the rental room. The cold air outside caught the little beast who had just come out of the nest to play with. Fu Zhen shrank his neck and pulled the scarf on his neck higher.

Jiang Hengshu came to the construction site early. He was tall, with coordinated limbs and natural clothes shelf. He put on a special temperament when others wore sloppy work clothes. Absent-minded

, forenoon, he was a little absent minded all morning, but his work had never stopped. He pushed the sand from cart to cart onto the huge sand pile. The workers shovelled the sand with a shovel, lifted it to the screen net, and mixed the filtered fine sand with lime to make another wave of concrete needed by the workers.

When Fu Zhen was pushing the cart, he did not notice a stone under his feet. A somersault fell directly to the ground. The small cart in front of him also turned over and made a huge noise. Other workers raised their heads one after another when they heard the sound. When they saw Fu Zhen fall to the ground in confusion, someone gave a happy laugh, and then lowered their heads to continue with their own hands Work.

Everyone is busy for their own livelihood, no one came to ask the little lame fall pain, now how?

Fu Zhen is also used to such a life. He struggles up from the ground, straightens the trolley, stumbles to find a shovel, shovels all the sand on the floor, and the cold wind whistles past his ears, mingling with several sparrows' quarrels.

Just now, Jiang Hengshu walked on the construction site with his sandbag and head down. His mind drifted to the bar that night. He was entangled with the little mermaid, and their skin was tightly attached. The skin of the little mermaid was cold and greasy. He sighed softly in his ears.

What's wrong with you? Did I hurt you? Can I be lighter? Or who made you unhappy?

Please

Don't be sad, OK?

A trace of melancholy flashed through Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes like glass beads, but in the blink of an eye, his little mermaid disappeared.

he didn't turn into a bubble. He just went back to the sea. When Jiang Heng Shu,

, was back to his senses, he lowered the sand bag on his shoulders. He lifted his eyes and saw Fu Zhen, who was struggling to shovel sand. He waved his shovel in his hands and quickly shovelled the sand on the ground into the trolley.

Fu Zhen's two hands rolled up the armrest on the bus. The iron sheet wrapped on the wooden handlebar was rolled up because it had been used for too long, which made his palm ache. Fu Zhen turned over his hand and looked down at his hand. Only then did he find that the skin on the palm and wrist had seeped bleeding silk, mixed with sand and formed a dry purple red.

Fu Zhen sighed, pushed the sand to the destination and trotted to the guard room.

The guard house is the cleanest place on the construction site. It is more than 20 square meters. On weekdays, only Lao Wang, who plays a watch, lives here. Fu Zhen borrows a water basin from Lao Wang and receives some water in it.

The tiny current gently flushed the gravel in Fu Zhen's palm, and the clear water became turbid in an instant. After washing the sand out of his hand, Fu Zhen got up and poured out the water from the basin and gave it back to Lao Wang.

However, Fu Zhen's trip was really unfortunate. When the foreman arrived at the construction site and didn't see him, Fu Zhen began to take it out, put it away and start timing. He looked at Fu Zhen coming out of the guard room, and immediately frowned and yelled at Fu Zhen: "why didn't you work and run here to be lazy? Half a day's wages will be deducted! "

Fu Zhen raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. The anger on the foreman's face was serious and there was no sense of joking.

He walked quickly towards Fu Zhen's direction and asked, "what did you do just now?"

"I hurt my hand. I cleaned it." Fu Zhen lowered his head and explained.

The foreman's sight fell on Fu Zhen's palm: "can you still work?"

Fu Zhen immediately nodded: "yes."

"Is the leg OK?" Asked the foreman.

Fu Zhen understood the foreman's meaning. Once he admitted that the injury on his leg was very serious, he might not use it for work on the construction site in the next few days. Fu Zhen could only shake his head and say that he was OK.The foreman said, "go to work."

"But I still have to deduct the salary. I'll take a quarter off of you."

Fu Zhen's salary is only about 100 yuan a day. A quarter of them say that they are more or less, but they are not too much. At least he wanted to improve the food next week, but this time he can't.

Fu Zhen went to one side and picked up his cart to continue to work. The foreman looked at his legs for a long time to make sure that he would not delay his work, so he turned to other construction sites for inspection.

Fu Zhen pushes a small broken car and staggers past Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu can see the facial features of Fu Zhen's face wrinkled with pain and hear his low breath.

Jiang Hengshu had some pain in his forehead. His steps quickened a little, and soon he opened a distance from Fu Zhen. The breath in his ear disappeared, but Jiang Hengshu's heart was still a little anxious.

Jiang Hengshu's words are very few. It's hard to say a few words in a morning. His expression is always indifferent, as if he doesn't care much about anything.

Fu Zhen didn't know how he came to work with him on the construction site. He clearly remembered that the manager and another Mr. Zheng treated Jiang Hengshu very close, even respectfully, that night in the bar. He thought Jiang Hengshu should be a big man at that time.

But everyone has a secret.

During lunch, Fu Zhen found a distance not too far or too close to Jiang Hengshu, and looked at Jiang Hengshu with a kind of hidden vision with his lunch box.

Jiang Hengshu's arm holding chopsticks suddenly stopped for a moment. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen didn't expect to be caught by him. He lowered his head in some confusion, picked up the lunch box in his hand, and blocked most of his face behind him.

Looking at Fu Zhen like a frightened little beast, Jiang Hengshu calmly takes back his sight.

Soon after, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Wang Tong who asked Jiang Hengshu where he lived now. Jiang Hengshu had just returned his house in the center of the city. He had been sleeping in a hotel for several days, but he had not found a new residence. He planned to find one that was closer to the construction site and matched his current identity.

When Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone, a worker heard what he had 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 telephone numbers to Jiang Hengshu, saying that he could be called.

Fu Zhenzhen lowered his head and nibbled at the greasy eggplant in the lunch box. There was a small shadow on his long eyelashes.

Jiang Hengshu is dealing with the workers in front of him, but his eyes are unconsciously attracted by Fu Zhen who is not far away. There is a layer of small fluff on his face, like a peach that has just matured. His light pink lips are stained with a thin layer of oil Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and said thanks to the workers in front of him.

After resting on the wall behind his back for a while, Fu Zhen opened his eyes and stood up and threw the lunch box into the garbage can. Then he went outside to buy two band aids and simply bandaged up the bruise on his leg.

After Fu Zhen left, Jiang Hengshu found that he had left a business card at the place where he had just Sat. he looked at the card which was yellowing and didn't know what he was thinking about. After a long silence, he finally picked up the card before someone wanted to sit down. He quickly glanced at the words on it. It was a rental. The conditions were in line with his requirements This card goes into his coat pocket.

When Fu Zhen came back, he found that his business card on the brick was missing. He secretly looked at Jiang Hengshu, but he could not see anything strange on his face.

When he got off work in the evening, Jiang Hengshu found the foreman by himself: "the money deducted by Fu Zhen today should be recorded in my salary."

The foreman narrowed his eyes and looked at the tall man in front of him and asked, "what's the relationship between you and the little lame man?"

"It doesn't matter."

The foreman patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and urged him to say, "young man, there is too much compassion that is not good."

Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and didn't speak. The foreman nodded and scratched a few times on the account book. Anyway, the salary was not from his hands. It was none of his business for Jiang Hengshu to give all his salary to Fu Zhen.

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."