Chapter 8: Still a job today

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 the two people’s eyes collided, Jiang Hengshu strode forward. , Picked him up, kicked open the door of room 306, threw him on the bed, and immediately after his body was covered, the two people entangled with each other until the earth was gone.
Fu Zhen slept until dawn. He was awakened. The tenant in the next room was moving out today. The landlord came to check the furniture and facilities in the room for damage and found a few scratches on the furniture. , The two people quarreled because of this.
A female tenant who came back late yesterday came out wearing a pink pajamas, frowning and complaining that their arguing was too loud, which had disturbed her rest.
Fu Zhen seemed to be floating on the periphery of this noisy and chaotic world. He washed, put on his coat, opened the door and left the rental room. The cold air outside suddenly caught the little beast that had just walked out of the nest into his hands to play with. , Fu Zhen shrank his neck and pulled the scarf around his neck higher.
Jiang Hengshu came to the construction site early. His tall figure, well-proportioned limbs, and natural clothes racks gave a special temperament to the scruffy work clothes of others.
Fu was really worried, so he was a little absent-minded all morning, but his work never stopped. He pushed trucks of sand onto the huge pile of sand. Workers shoveled the sand with shovels. It is lifted onto the screen, and then the filtered fine sand is mixed with lime and other materials to make the concrete needed by another wave of workers.
Fu Zhen didn't notice a stone under his feet when he was pushing a cart. One somersault fell directly to the ground. The cart in front of him also flipped to the place, making a huge noise. Other workers heard the noise. He raised his head and saw that Fu Zhen fell to the ground in embarrassment. Someone let out a happy laugh, and then lowered his head to continue his work.
Everyone is busy with their livelihoods, no one came to ask if this little lame fell hurt, how is it now?
Fu Zhen was also accustomed to this kind of life. He struggled to get up from the ground, straightened the cart, staggered to find the shovel, and shoveled all the sand sprinkled on the ground back to the car, and the cold wind whizzed past his ears. , Mixed with a few sparrow quarrels.
Jiang Hengshu was walking on the construction site with a sandbag and bowed his head just now. His thoughts drifted to the bar that night. He was entangled with the little mermaid, and the skins of the two were tightly attached to each other. His skin was cold and slippery, and he let out a soft sigh in his ear.
what happened to you? Did I hurt you? May I be lighter? Or who makes you unhappy?
Please……
Don't be sad, okay?
A trace of melancholy flashed in Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes like glass beads, but in the blink of an eye, his little mermaid was gone.
He didn't melt into a bubble, he just went back to the sea.
When Jiang Hengshu recovered, he put down the sandbag on his shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhen who was shoveling sand with difficulty not far away. He mechanically waved the shovel in his hand, and he soon scattered on the ground. All the sand was shoveled into the cart.
Fu Zhen got on the armrest of the car with both hands, and the iron sheet wrapped on the wooden handlebar was rolled up because it was used for too long. It hurt his palm. Fu Zhen turned his hand and looked down at his palm. It was only then that the skin of the palm and the wrist had oozes blood, mixed with the mud and sand, and formed a dry purple-red.
Fu Zhen sighed slightly, pushed the car of sand to the destination and trot into the guard room.
The guard room is considered the cleanest place on the construction site. It covers more than 20 square meters. On weekdays, only the old Wang who is the watchman lives here. Fu Zhen borrowed a basin from the old Wang and took some water in it.
The small water stream gently washed the gravel in Fu Zhen's palm, and the clear water became turbid in a blink of an eye. After washing off the sand on his hands, Fu Zhen got up and poured out the water in the basin and returned it to Lao Wang.
However, it was really unfortunate that Fu Zhen went on this trip. The foreman came to the construction site and did not see Fu Zhen, so he took it out and started timing. Seeing Fu Zhen walk out of the guard room, his brows immediately frowned. He shouted at Fu Zhen, "Why didn't you run here to be lazy? Deduct half a day's wages!"
Fu Zhen raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. The anger on the foreman's face was serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.
He walked quickly towards Fu Zhen and asked, "What did you do just now?"
"I hurt my hand. I cleaned 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 okay?" the foreman asked again.
Fu Zhen understood what the foreman meant. Once he admitted that the injury on his leg was serious, he might not use it on the construction site for the next few days. Fu Zhen could only shook his head and said nothing.
The foreman hummed, "Then go to work."
"But the wages still have to be deducted, and you should deduct a quarter of it."
Fu Zhen's wages were only 100 yuan a day, one-quarter said it was not too much, but it was not too much, at least he wanted to improve his food next week, but this time he couldn't improve it.
Fu Zhen walked to the side and picked up his trolley to continue to work. The foreman stared at his legs for a long time, making sure that he would not delay work, and then turned around to inspect other construction sites. .
Fu Zhen staggered past Jiang Hengshu while pushing the small broken car. Jiang Hengshu could see the facial features on Fu Zhen's face wrinkled due to pain, and heard his low inhalation sound.
Jiang Hengshu's forehead was a little bit painful, his steps accelerated a little, and he soon moved away from Fu Zhen, the gasp in his ear disappeared, but Jiang Hengshu's heart still felt a little anxious.
Jiang Hengshu said very few things. He rarely said a few words in the morning. His expression was always indifferent, as if he didn'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 when he was in the bar that night, the manager and another Mr. Zheng had a very close attitude towards Jiang Hengshu, even a little respectful. He thought at the time Jiang Hengshu should be a big man.
But everyone has their own secrets.
When eating at noon, Fu Zhen found a distance not too far from Jiang Hengshu, not too close, holding the lunch box and looking at Jiang Hengshu with a self-concealed look.
Jiang Hengshu's arm holding the chopsticks paused suddenly, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen didn't expect to be caught upright by him. He bowed his head a little embarrassedly and took up the lunch in his hand. , Hiding most of his face behind.
Seeing Fu Zhen evade hastily like a frightened little beast, Jiang Hengshu calmly retracted his gaze.
Soon after, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Wang Tong who called and asked where Jiang Hengshu lived. Jiang Hengshu had just returned the house in the city center. He slept in a hotel these few days. He didn't find a new place to live. He planned to find one that was closer to the construction site and matched his current identity.
When Jiang Hengshu hung up, a worker on the side 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 phone number to Jiang Hengshu, saying that he could call this person.
Fu really lowered his head and ate the greasy eggplant in the lunch box, with a small shadow on his long eyelashes.
Jiang Hengshu dealt with the workers in front of him, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by Fu Zhen not far away. There was a layer of fine fluff on his face, like a peach that had just matured, on his pale pink lips. Stained with a thin layer of oily shine... Jiang Hengshu withdrew his gaze and said thank you to the worker in front of him.
After eating, Fu Zhen rested on the earth wall behind him for a while, opened his eyes and stood up and threw the lunch box into the trash can. Then he went outside to buy two band-aids and simply bandaged the abrasions on his leg. .
After Fu Zhen left, Jiang Hengshu found that he had left a business card where he had been sitting. He looked at the yellowed business card and didn’t know what he was thinking about. After a long silence, he was finally sitting there. Before coming over, he picked up the business card and quickly glanced at the text on it. It was rented, and the conditions were quite consistent with his requirements. Jiang Hengshu put the business card in his jacket pocket.
After Fu Zhen came back, he found that the business card he put on the brick was missing. He secretly glanced at Jiang Hengshu, but he couldn't see anything unusual on his face.
When he got off work at night, Jiang Hengshu found the foreman by himself: "The money that Fu Zhen was deducted today will be recorded in my salary."
The foreman squinted his eyes, looked at the tall man in front of him, and asked, "What is your relationship with that cripple?"
"It doesn't matter."
The foreman patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and persuaded him: "Young people, it is not good to have too much sympathy."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and did not speak. The foreman nodded and made a few strokes on the ledger. Anyway, the wages were not paid from him. Jiang Hengshu gave all his salary to Fu Zhen and did not turn him off. thing.
Jiang Hengshu was about to turn around and leave. He suddenly thought of something. He paused and added to the foreman: "Don't tell him about this."