Chapter 2: Don't let your children shed too many tears

　　 Marvel chat group?
　　 "What is this?" There is no Marvel culture on the water polo side. Xiao Yan doesn't know what it is, but instinctive curiosity prompted him to click in.
　　 First, let’s take a look at what kind of chat group this is. The chat group entered by bird is probably bird shit. If it is boring, or the kind that tricks people into pyramid schemes, Xiao Yan will quit directly.
Xiao Yan never thought that this was Golden Finger. Although his side job was an Internet writer, the Internet culture here is very scarce. There are very few novels here. Xiao Yan is 28 years old. The man would not think that this kind of magical thing would happen to him.
　　 [Sorry, the initial installation of the chat group takes time, many red envelopes, rewards, fragments, etc. need to be updated, please wait...]
　　 This kind of prompt is suddenly given on the phone screen.
　　 "……"
　　 Xiao Yan immediately pulled out a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. It turned out to be a chat group like bird dung. It is probably a Trojan horse virus.
　　 Xiao Yan clicked on the anti-virus software and cleaned up the memory, but he didn't take this matter to heart.
　　...
　　 The screen of the phone is a photo of her daughter Jiajia. It used to be a group photo of a family of three. Now, in order not to touch the scene, Xiao Yan only keeps the photo of her daughter.
　　 Jia Jia is facing the camera in the photo, with fair skin and a very sweet and lovely smile.
　　 Xiao Yan looked at him, a big man just wet his eyes again, because he didn't know if Jiajia asked, "What about mom?" Why didn't mom come back with dad? ’
　　 Xiao Yan's heart was torn in general pain.
Wipe away the hopeless tears, put the phone carefully in your pocket, ride the electric car, and walk to the nearest construction site in the town. Now in 2333, the total population of water polo exceeded 10 billion, and the poor still accounted for 5 points. First, the country where Xiao Yan lives is already very developed, and many large construction sites are already mechanized.
　　 But most of the ordinary buildings in the small town are still manpower. The huge poor population makes manpower very cheap. Before Xiao Yan went bankrupt, he would definitely not be considered a poor family, otherwise he would not marry such a good-looking wife.
　　 But now, he is in debt, even worse than the average rural family.
　　 No matter how poor people are, at least they have no foreign debts.
　　 "Xiao Yan, why did you come?"
　　 The contractor of the small construction site scolded: "You didn't come for a long time in the morning, so it's not a salary!"
"Ok."
　　 In the scorching sun, Xiao Yan changed into his old clothes. He had been moving bricks for a while, and his skin looked a little dark.
"Work hard, don't look down on the work of moving bricks, you don't want to be rushed to do it. I saw you honestly, and you said that your family is difficult, I will give you this opportunity..." The contractor talks a lot, but Xiao Yan just says nothing. Start working hard.
　　This society is cruel. He wants to make a comeback very very much, but his relatives and friends, including the bank, will not lend him any more money.
　　 Although he graduated from university, he only went to a third-rate university and studied majors that have been eliminated. Because his heart is higher than the sky and he has been thinking about doing business, he has no time to learn a craft.
　　 is down and humble now.
He can only enter the construction site. Of course, he can also be a waiter, deliver a courier, or a security guard, but he doesn’t even have a house in the city now. If he rents a house, it’s an expense, and his wages don’t go to work. high.
　　 Although there are many poor people in this water polo, there are still very few people willing to do dirty work, so the salary is naturally relatively high.
　　 Like Xiao Yan, he is willing to endure hardship, work fast and work long, and earn 200 yuan a day.
　　 The divorce from Nalan Yanran in the morning was delayed, but in the afternoon, he still had to work hard to make money.
　　...
　　 Some workers felt too tired on the way, and some sat down for a while and went to the opposite shop to buy a bottle of water.
　　 Only Xiao Yan remained indifferent, and continued to do it with his head dull.
　　 "Xiao Yan, take a break, you are all sweating, and you can't get tired if you are tired."
　　 "I'm fine, I can resist."
　　 Xiao Yan continued to move the bricks as he talked. Even with gloves, the palms were full of blisters. The blisters broke the scabs, and then blisters were rubbed out, and calluses were formed on the joints.
　　 At dusk, a person came by Xiao Yan's side, and he was handing a bottle of water.
　　 "Thank you, I am not thirsty."
　　 is a contractor, he is in his thirties, and he does not look much older than Xiao Yan.
　　 He looked at Xiao Yan's chapped lips and said, "Drink, I asked you... Why are you hesitating? Do you want me to feed you?"
　　 Xiao Yan finally took it, and said thank you in a dumb voice.
　　 Grumbling, Xiao Yan just drank wildly.
　　 "Why are you so desperate?"
　　 The contractor took out a cigarette and handed it over.
　　 Xiao Yan shook his head and said thank you. I don't smoke.
　　 "There are few men who don't smoke now, don't pretend to me."
　　 Xiao Yan quickly explained: "I really don't smoke. Since I had a daughter, I have quit. Jiajia doesn't like the smell of smoke on my body..."
　　 The contractor found that the hard-working, unsmiling man finally smiled when he talked about his daughter.
　　 The contractor clicked on it himself, perhaps because he was afraid that the smell of smoke might get on Xiao Yan, he sat a little bit away. "You worked so hard for your daughter? Actually, I also have a daughter, who is 9 years old. She always quarreled with her father when she was young, and now she doesn't kiss me anymore." Speaking of this, the contractor also laughed.
　　 "Well, for my daughter."
　　 Xiao Yan finished drinking the water and continued to work.
　　 "What did you do this morning?"
　　 Perhaps out of thanks to the contractor for a bottle of water, Xiao Yan's body stiffened, and UU reading www.uukānshu.com did not hide it. "I divorced my wife, um, I'm an ex-wife now..."
　　 "……"
　　 The cigarette in the hand of the contractor froze. "I'm not for gossip, you are so desperate, I'm afraid you will die on my construction site. Why are you divorced? Are you not in love?"
　　I don't love, these two words made Xiao Yan's heart cruel.
　　 "No, I love, I love..."
　　 "Then why divorce?"
The contractor almost said if his wife cheated and gave him a green hat, but he was not embarrassed to say it, because this Xiao Yan looked very uncomfortable. The 28-year-old man said he was not young, he said he was not big, but some The joke can't be overdone.
　　 "If you don't get a divorce, those debt collectors will bother her every day, and will force her to buy her parents' house, and the two will be homeless..."
　　 "……"
　　 The contractor was silent, and every family had hard-to-read scriptures.
　　 After a while, the contractor finished smoking and stood up and said, "Okay, let's get off work. This is your salary today. You count."
　　 Xiao Yan counted and said in surprise: "Brother Zhang, 50 more..."
"I can be regarded as a preliminary understanding of the reason why you are so desperate, but even if you do not eat or drink, and move bricks 24 hours a day, you will not be able to pay off the huge debt at once. Human health is very important, brother, you are still young. If you are exhausted, what will your parents do? What will your daughter do?"
"This 50 is not for you, for Jiajia. Although I haven't met her yet, they are all dads and understand. Today is a special day. Buy some delicious food for your children. Pay it back slowly."
　　 The contractor patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, and sighed: "No matter how much pressure, no matter how hard life is, you must accompany your children more. Don't let the children shed too many tears when they were young..."