Dont Be A Kept Man - Chapter 114

Lightning’s uncle works as a contractor at a nearby construction site. He heard that Wen Chuo wanted to find a job. He was surprised at first, and then pointed out a clear road with great loyalty: “It just happens that there is a shortage of small jobs. I will tell my third uncle. , Let you move bricks, one hundred and four a day, how?”

Wen Chuo sold the last game account on his hand for more than two thousand, deducting the rent, and there was one thousand left, barely able to last for a while, Wen Yan asked unwillingly, “Apart from moving bricks, there is nothing else to live for? ”

Lightning patted him on the shoulder: “Wen Chuo, I have always convinced you, buddy. We are such people, and you have graduated from high school. It was a bit wronged to go to the construction site to move bricks, but Linxian is not a broken place. Other jobs, you don’t want to go to work elsewhere.”

Of course Wen Chuo didn’t want to go to other places. He was so miserable in the local area. He had no relatives and no reason, so he couldn’t starve to death on the street.

The construction site is divided into large workers and small workers. The large workers are mainly in charge of technical work, and they also get a lot of money. The small workers are pure apprentices and work hard. Sometimes they will work for a few days when they are short of money. However, his parents are still alive and the pressure is not so familiar. Big.

“You can be careful. Last time a kid walked without paying attention, his feet were pierced by nails.”

It was the heat of the summer, and Wen Chuo had sweaty back without drying anything. His skin was white, and he stood out among the gray-faced workers. He was thrilled: “Hey, believe it or not, you stay here for a few days. It’s as dark as charcoal.”

Wen Chuo buttoned his helmet, lowered his head and didn’t know what he was thinking, and shoveled the sand with his head, and then dragged it with a bucket truck to the side of the construction wall. Under the sun and lightning and cement, his clothes soon became soaked.

Although the construction site took a lot of money, they were selling hard work. Wen Chuo wore gloves, gritted his teeth and carried the bricks for the whole morning. When he was resting at noon, his face turned blue. He found a sun-backed place to sit with his wrists covered with cement. Idea, the palm is numb without any feeling.

Wen Chuo buried his face on his knees. He never expected that he would have such a awkward day. The sweat was flowing down, his stinged eyes were sore, and the workers next to him were eating steamed buns, so they soaked a bowl of noodles in better conditions. The smells are mixed together, and the dust is all around.

Lightning and his third uncle ate dinner together, and came back with a bottle of cold beer to Wen Chuo. Wen Chuo didn’t want it, so he groaned and drank a clean one: “You said you were trying hard to get admitted to college. Why is it so hard now.”

He didn’t want to say a word when Wen Chuo was tired. The bones all over his body were hurting. He took off his gloves and found a big blood bubble coming out of the palm of his hand.

These hands are well-knotted, white and slender. They are very suitable for touching the piano keys when the spring is late, and also suitable for holding the penholder, stained with pen and ink, but unfortunately, they can only be used to move bricks now.

The worker next to him hurried over to build the wall after lunch, and shouted in a loud voice: “Hurry up and get the cement up. It’s not enough. Hurry up!”

Wen Chuo exhaled from his chest, got up from the ground and carried a 100-jin cement bag and walked upstairs. He only felt that the money was really hard to earn, but he was a little bit stubborn, and he just supported it.

For five days in a row, he went out early and returned late. When he came back tired, he fell asleep. Basically, he didn’t see anyone. Even Bai Yang only hurriedly met him a few times. The workers didn’t receive jobs every time. It was a short term. The project will be finished in another half month.

The great worker in charge of plastering the wall took a lot of money, with a daily salary ranging from 400 to 600 yuan. Wen Chuo went to get close to the master every day, and then followed to learn. If he was proficient, he could help. The salary rose to 200 yuan.

At noon that day, Wen Chuo was sitting in a shaded place to rest. Everyone was eating. He couldn’t eat anything when he was tired. He sat and played with his mobile phone. At this moment, Lightning patted his shoulder: “Hey… …”

“Tsk, just talk, take any shots.” The two **** greens on Wen Chuo’s shoulders have not disappeared for a few days.

“No,” Lightning pointed back with a cigarette between his ears, “That fool of Bai Yang is at the door.”

Wen Chuo’s conditioned reflex blocked his face. He glanced at the direction of the lightning finger, and then retracted his gaze: “Maybe you came here to pick up the bottle. I’ll be leaving soon.”

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. Did you find a father or a mother?”

Wen Chuo had a meal, and then waved his hand without raising his head: “Don’t say I am here, just throw him away.”

“Go!”

Hearing the sound of lightning far away, Wen Chuo took a picture of his phone screen as a mirror, only to find that his face was gray, sweat was dripping down, all of which were mud imprints. He wanted to wipe off his hand but found his sleeves. Dirter, I had to give up.

A large shadow suddenly fell above his head. Wen Chuo thought it was a lightning that had gone back and forth. He raised his eyes impatiently and found that it turned out to be Bai Yang. He was shocked: “Fuck, how did you come in?!”

Wen Chuosuo got up from the ground and looked back at the door. Lightning seemed helpless, and pointed to the back door with a stinky expression, meaning he came in from there.

Bai Yang didn’t carry a plastic bag today, probably not because he came here because he was picking up a bottle. He saw Wen Chuo sitting on the ground wearing an old coat, covered in mud, how miserable and miserable, his eyes sank and he grabbed him. His hand said: “Go home.”

Wen Chuo shook him away: “I’m working, you go back by yourself, don’t walk around the construction site.”

“Come back home.”

Bai Yang went to pull him again, pursed his lips and took him out. Everyone around looked at him. Wen Chuo was tired and exhausted these days, and his heart was annoyed. He pushed him. Who would have thought that Bai Yang hadn’t stood still and made a puff. It fell directly to the ground.

Wen Chuo didn’t expect this, his face changed in an instant. He wanted to pull him up, but he didn’t know what to say. He could only stand stiffly on the spot, stretched out his hand, and hesitantly took it back.

Bai Yang lowered his head and didn’t move, sitting on the ground, unable to see his expression, Wen Chuo was condescending, staring at his thin back, and didn’t move.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Three minutes passed.

Bai Yang was still motionless, Wen Chuo finally realized that something was a bit big, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and got up with an angry and anxious voice: “Hey, I told you that the construction site cannot be walked around. The ground is full of broken stones. Half-layer leather…”

“Pattern—”

A drop of tears suddenly fell on Wen Chuo’s arm, with a scorching temperature. He glanced subconsciously, and then realized what it was. The voice stopped abruptly, and the words that came to his mouth were also blocked, and he swallowed. Back in the stomach.

When the wind blew, there was a slight chill in his arms.

Wen Chuo felt like he had done something wrong: “Bai Yang…”

Bai Yang didn’t speak, he stood up from the ground, his elbows were scratched, two **** marks were shining on it, very eye-catching, he lowered his head and slowly patted the sand on the palm of his hand, then took Wen Chuo again and took him out. .

Wen Chuo didn’t struggle this time, he took off his helmet, hurriedly placed it on the pile of bricks, and was pulled out a little uneasy.

“White Poplar? White Poplar? You talk, Poplar, are you angry?”

Wen Chuo saw a scratch on the old man’s hand, did not dare to pull it, and forced him to break his shoulder. Bai Yang stared at him with a cold expression, his clothes were old but neat and tidy, and the two stood together. He looked dirty, his wine-red hair faded, half yellow and half red, more like a gangster than a gangster.

Wen Chuo asked again: “Hey, are you angry?”

Bai Yang still didn’t speak, and took his dirty hand and continued to walk home. The neighbors he knew nearby glanced casually. It was not interesting at first, but Wen Chuo felt that his appearance was really embarrassing and it was harmful to his usual prestige. You don’t need to pull it all to go fast.

When he reached the door of the house, Bai Yang didn’t let him go, but took out the key and opened the door. He was so bored that he could only follow in.

The living room is still the old furnishings. The messy things are arranged in order, there are waste paper shells, plastic bottles, and cans. It is just a corner of the window. I don’t know when there is a computer. The sun shines through the screens, black. The display screen glows lightly.

Wen Chuo was stunned. He wiped his hands on his trousers and walked over to take a look. Then he was sure that it was really a computer.

Bai Yang silently arranged the shoes that were kicked at the door, then gently brought the door to the door, picked up the bag full of plastic bottles in the corner, and squatted on the ground one by one as usual, squeezed it and put it in the snakeskin bag. in.

Wen Chuo stood there, watching quietly.

When he moved the bricks, he smashed his hands and didn’t cry. He slowed down with the cement and was scolded by the master and didn’t cry. Now his eyes are a little sour. With his back to the poplar, he slowly squatted down, buried his face in his knees, and did not move for a long time.

The only movement in the room was the crash of the plastic bottle being squashed. It wasn’t until the last bottle was finished that Bai Yang got up, tied the snakeskin bag with a string, and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

The abrasions on the forearm were slightly swollen and looked a little shocking. Bai Yang glanced at it, but didn’t care much. He rushed with water at will, and his expression was the same as usual, stupid, but calm.

As everyone knows, Wen Chuo cried alone and became a silly dog.

Bai Yang walked into the living room, only to find Wen Chuo squatting on the ground holding his knees, motionless, walked over with some confusion, squatted opposite him, and patted his shoulder.

Wen Chuo sucked his nose immediately, wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and then raised his head. The eye sockets were still red. He saw that Bai Yang was right in front of him, and his eyes were dark and shiny, and suddenly he hugged him. Into the arms.

“poplar……”

Wen Chuo cried a little bit. He buried his face on the shoulders of some people in Bai Yang. The hard work and grievances of the days came up, and he couldn’t suppress it, and his heart was hated and weak.

Bai Yang gave a rare reaction and reached out and patted him on the back.

“Don’t move bricks, tired.”

Wen Chuo closed his eyes, not knowing what decision he had made, he let go of Bai Yang, holding his face and said seriously: “…Tired is only temporary, I will not move bricks for a lifetime, Bai Yang, I will definitely make money in the future. Take you to a good life.”

Bai Yang hugged his knees and looked at him, as if he did the same in the autumn many years ago. The little group sat in front of the restaurant, looking up at Wen Chuo who had returned from school.

It is the past green years.

“poplar……”

Wen Chuo lowered his head and kissed his lips, holding his arms up a little bit, tentatively lingering between his lips and tongue, lingering and domineering, Bai Yang was forced to raise his head to bear all this, his breathing stagnated, and after a long time, his fingertips climbed to Wen Chuo’s back. Back, then slowly tighten.