You are in heaven, but because of me, you had no choice but to fall and lose everything. If I can exchange my freedom for you, then please go back to your beautiful paradise and forget me.
Ruoxi took the address given by Mu Shiqin and asked a passerby: "Master, where is this place?"
"Isn't this the construction site over there? Just turn a corner and you'll be there!"
"Okay, thank you!" Ruoxi got off the back of the bus and walked forward according to the driver's instructions. After turning the corner, her eyes widened in shock.
A dozen migrant workers were carrying bricks and tiles next to them, covered in sweat, and their clothes were covered with mud.
One of them rolled up his sleeves, and his originally fair and noble hands had developed so many calluses from moving the bricks and tiles. His wheat-colored skin was healthy and handsome, but now, under the ravage of the sun, wind and sand, he was so dark that he could not see clearly.
Ben's appearance. Sweat spilled and fell down his dusty face, as if the tears had not been left for long before they were wiped clean by the man with his sleeves.
Ruoxi stood firmly on the spot, looking across the way. Maybe it was because of the wind, but there were tears in Ruoxi's eyes, her nose was sore and she just wanted to cry.
The address in his hand slowly blew away and flew to the man's side. The man lowered his head to pick it up, took a look and put it on the ground again.
Soon a fat man with a sinister face came over and said, "Why, Liancheng, you are lazy again, aren't you? What are you looking at? Work quickly. There are thousands of bricks over there. Move them quickly. If you don't hurry up,
, be careful not to eat from you!"
The man squatted on the ground and whispered: "I know!"
Slightly moving the helmet on his head, the man pushed the cart to the pile of tiles nearby and began to move the bricks.
Suddenly, a cement truck fell off the truck because the road was too difficult, and a bag of cement was not ready. It landed on the man's back. The man didn't stand properly and hit his head straight.
Inside the pile of stones, blood streaks fell from his forehead.
Ruoxi covered her mouth in shock to prevent herself from crying, but her tears fell down.
It flowed along the fingers and into Ruoxi's mouth, with an indescribable bitterness.
Ruoxi thought that at least someone would come to help Liancheng, and I thought that at least I could hear an apology. But she didn't expect that the master loaded the cement into the car himself, then turned around and left.
The smoke was billowing, and Liancheng's figure was completely blurred. Ruoxi really wanted to rush over, but his feet were rooted.
Ruoxi knew that when she appeared in front of him at this moment, the man would absolutely collapse. Because what a man fears most is his self-esteem.
Liancheng crawled out of the stone, gritting his teeth and twitching unspeakably. Ruoxi knew that the man was enduring at this moment, and what he endured was not the pain, but the anger that he could not suppress.
The contractor came again soon. Before Liancheng could stand up, the contractor kicked him from behind: "Damn it, are you promising? How did such a small amount of cement become like this? Can you do it? No way."
If you do, get out of here as soon as possible, I am not a freeloader. If you hadn't knelt down and begged me, it would be strange for me to treat you like a loser. Get out, get out, and work quickly!"
Liancheng lowered his head and listened to the man's scolding without any expression on his face. As soon as the contractor left, he bent down and continued to move the bricks. The blood remained in his eyes. The man only wiped it with his dirty sleeves and continued to move the bricks.
His nails had fallen off, and it was impossible to tell what color they were. His green vest was also wet with sweat. Suddenly, he suddenly turned around and looked in Ruoxi's direction as if he had discovered something.
Ruoxi quickly turned around and hid next to the bus stop sign, never daring to go in again.
Is that person really Liancheng?
That noble, elegant, and extremely wise Liancheng?
Why would a shopping mall emperor sink to this level?
Why is this happening?
Liancheng, didn’t you say you work in a company?
Didn’t you say that what you were doing was inspecting the construction site?
Why does this happen?
Now Ruoxi finally knows why the man comes home with more or less scars every time.
It turns out that in the face of the ruthlessness of life, men have also made such a big step back.
I lost my self-esteem, my nobility, and my face, and persisted all day long with my face turned to the earth and my back to the sky.
Just to survive.
Maybe it's not for myself, but for what Ruoxi once said: "Work hard, Xiaoye and I will still rely on you!"
Ruoxi just stood behind the bus sign. The sun gradually became colder and it was already dark!
Liancheng stood behind the contractor and said angrily: "I moved so many bricks, why only this few?"
Bao Gongtou looked at Liancheng contemptuously: "What? Isn't this enough? It would be great if I can give it to you. Get the money and get out of here, otherwise you won't come tomorrow. After working for such a long time, do you think anyone wants you?
?Get out, get out of here!"
Liancheng raised his head and glared at the contractor angrily. The contractor sneered and slapped him: "What? You dare to glare at me? Are you trying to glare at me? Damn it, are you going to repay the general manager like this? Why are you pretending to be a grandson?"
Get out of here!"
After saying that, he slapped Liancheng and cursed him.
Under the dim yellow light, Ruoxi saw that Liancheng's face was filled with blood, like a man's scarlet tears.
He just clutched the one hundred yuan and looked at it fiercely. After a long time, he crumpled the money into a ball and kept it on the ground. However, he didn't take a few steps, picked the money back up, and then put it away.
Into the pocket.
Just like life, you obviously knead it into a ball in anger, but you have to pick up the dirt out of necessity. Just for us to live.
Liancheng returned to the back of the iron house, changed into the jacket he bought, then patted the dirt on his pants, ruffled his hair, smiled lightly, and continued walking home.
The light stretched the man's shadow very long, the man's proud back was already hunched, the years had worn away the man's high spirits, and what was left at this moment was nothing but helplessness and old age.
Maybe the man was thinking, how should he explain the wound on his head to Ruoxi?
Ruoxi kept following behind, with tears streaming down her face.
Liancheng, do you know? I have always been thinking that when I turned into white hair, my face was full of wrinkles and even my skin turned into tree bark, but you were still by my side, and your arms were my warmth.
habitat. At that time, we would watch them grow up together overnight, and then enjoy the tenderness brought by the years.
Sitting back to back on the carpet, listening to music and talking about wishes. You hope that I will become gentler and gentler. I hope that you will keep me in your heart.
You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream. Thank you for taking you to heaven. Even if it takes a lifetime to complete, as long as I tell you, you will never forget it.
The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you and collect every bit of laughter along the way.
Save it for later, sit in the rocking chair and chat slowly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.
Until we are so old that we can't go anywhere, you still treat me as a treasure in your hand.
But Liancheng, you watered the flowers of my life with your own blood, do you think my conscience will be at ease? In order to prevent you from dying, please forgive me for the ending I chose.
If possible, I hope you can forget me and go back to your once high-spirited life.