Chapter 282 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 37
Chapter 282 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 37
The supervisor didn't say anything more, and the expert group continued to discuss.
There are still differences.
Differences in ways of thinking.
There are also operational differences.
Lu Youming knew that if he did it by himself, he would only be able to draw a rough drawing and would not be able to draw such a detailed picture.
He can practice and make bombs, but the expert team may not.
They have a lot of theoretical knowledge.
Also has some experience.
But they are not all able to make their own bombs, with various types and different explosive packets.
Lu Youming left silently and looked at the construction site, his own design drawings in his eyes.
His way...
The purpose of blasting is different and the choices are different.
Destruction and destruction for the purpose of production are completely different.
Lu Youming consciously thought about how to design it more appropriately if it was for production.
Cui Hangxing walked over and said, "Want to join the demolition team?"
Lu Youming stared at him and remained silent.
"It's not impossible. I'll tell the supervisor and let you run errands with me, and you can learn something from me."
Lu Youming turned away, he might as well be an electrician.
"They are college students, top students, and have experience. They can't let you do it." Cui Hangxing approached and whispered.
The road is clear and silent.
"Unless you can go to school, even a technical secondary school, I have the ability to help you run it." Cui Hangxing said.
once……
It happened ten years ago, what else is there to say.
Say, what would happen if I continued studying?
Say, what would have happened if it had been?
Interesting?
Lu Youming doesn't think about the past, nor what if. But he feels that if he wants to do it, he won't be worse than them.
Lu Youming stayed and became an electrician.
At Cui Hangxing's request, the supervisor took "special care" and allowed Lu Youming to stop working and study with him when there were explosions.
Of course, if you don’t work, you won’t have money.
Lu Youming felt motivated for some reason.
He went to the bookstore, bought books, and learned professional blasting knowledge.
Every day at dawn, I set off to the bus station.
Come back at night and study by light of the lamp.
In June, Lu Youming opened the cabinet and unexpectedly discovered that something was missing.
The clothes in the bag are missing.
The shoes in the shoe box are also missing.
He turned to look at Fuchen, who was lying on the bed and asleep.
She only had two changes of clothes left on her body.
These days, the door locks have not changed.
Almost all the dust was left to the uncle and Xiaojie's mother.
Lu Youming sat on the small bench in Fuchen and thought for a long time. He made no move.
On Friday night, Lu Youming handed Fuchen to Xiaojie's mother and went straight to the billiard hall.
There is also a small casino here.
Mainly betting on horse racing.
Lu Youming looked over and saw Wang Jiajun.
Wang Jiajun was tapped on the shoulder in the crowd. He looked back and saw Lu Youming.
The two people's eyes met for a moment, and then immediately looked away.
Then, Wang Jiajun was seen squeezing in the crowd and leaving quietly.
Lu Youming remained silent and followed.
Wang Jiajun increased his speed, turned left and right, passed through the crowd, squeezed into the store, and went out through the back door.
Lu Youming followed quietly, with a frosty expression on his face.
On the road, Wang Jiajun started running in the darkness.
There are few street lights in the village, only that one avenue has them.
Wang Jiajun ran in the dark night, looking back from time to time.
Can't see clearly in the dark.
In the middle of the street, there is a faint light that can distinguish things.
No one.
But the building on the side is backlit, making it difficult to distinguish between people and objects in the dark.
Wang Jiajun always feels like there is someone there.
He kept looking back.
Keep looking back.
He accidentally got punched in the face.
His fist hit his face, and Wang Jiajun said "Oh!" and ran away regardless.
"Bang." An iron rod hit the back of his neck.
Wang Jiajun felt like stars were popping up in his head, his brain briefly lost consciousness, and he fell forward.
After resting for half a minute, he picked up the desire to survive while feeling dizzy, leaned back, turned his head and howled, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Please let me go."
Lu Youming was holding an iron bar, standing in a two-meter-wide alley like a butcher.
Wang Jiajun knelt on the ground and cried, "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose. I really lost too much."
When I opened my mouth, I didn't know how much snot and tears came in.
Lu Youming raised his hand and hit it with a stick in front of his face.
Wang Jiajun didn't have time to dodge, and was hit on the face and nose, and his breath stopped.
There was blood in the mouth again.
"Woooooooooo..." Wang Jiajun kowtowed to Lu Youming and said in a vague voice, "I was wrong, I was really wrong."
There are only two serious thieves around here.
Lu Youming himself, Wang Jiajun.
Lu Youming said in a deep voice, "How much did you sell?"
Wang Jiajun hesitated and held out a finger.
one thousand.
Lu Youming swung his stick and hit it again.
Wang Jiajun was hit on the right side of his face and fell to the ground. He cried "woo woo woo".
Fuchen's 20,000 yuan worth of belongings was stolen and only sold for 1,000 yuan.
Lu Youming looked down at Wang Jiajun, who fell to the ground like a mangy dog, with blood on his lips.
Once upon a time, it was also his only friend.
Although I know that people like them shouldn't expect to be friends. But with similar experiences, the two of them cherish each other somewhat and treat each other differently from others.
"I have nine hundred yuan in my cabinet, why don't you take it?" Lu Youming asked.
Wang Jiajun fell to the ground, crying and gasping, "That, that's the money for your child."
Money can save emergencies.
Clothes cannot.
Lu Youming took a deep breath, held an iron rod in his hand, and stared at the night sky, "You go. If you see me in the future, avoid me."
Lu Youming turned around and left, quietly disappearing into the darkness.
In the alley, there was only the sound of "wuwu" crying, like a ghost wailing.
Back home, Fuchen was still asleep.
Lu Youming picks up the floating dust.
Fuchen was wearing small clothes and still had no flesh on his body.
There doesn't seem to be any temperature.
Lu Youming held the child in his arms, feeling the faint temperature, but still felt a dull pain in his heart.
Too much darkness.
There is too little light.
On Sunday night, Lu Youming went to Xiaojie's house with Fuchen in his arms.
Xiaojie's mother smiled and said, "Here we come. Come and see, I bought a pair of shoes for Fuchen."
Pink sandals.
Adidas brand.
"I saw this when I was shopping today. The boss said that he got the genuine product through channels. It looked good to me, and when the weather got hot, I bought it for Fuchen." Xiaojie's mother said.
This sandal is the style Cui Hangxing bought for Fuchen.
They are dusty shoes.
I just never wore it.
"How much?"
"Huh?" Xiaojie's mother waved her hand, "Oh, no need. What happened last time..."
"You tell me how much it will cost."
Xiaojie's mother waved her hand.
Lu Youming took out three hundred dollars from his body and handed it to Xiaojie's mother.
"Can't have it, can't have it. It was us last time..."
Lu Youming put it into Xiaojie's mother's hand without saying a word, "I don't care about what happened last time. Fuchen likes you."
Xiaojie's mother was stunned, her eyelids moved, she wiped her eyes to cover her face, and said with a smile, "That's more. The boss said three hundred and fifty, and I counter-offered to two hundred and five."
Xiaojie's mother took out fifty yuan from the house and gave it to Lu Youming. Lu Youming did not refuse.
Seeing Fuchen wearing his new shoes and walking on the ground chasing Huzi, Lu Youming didn't know what he was thinking.
