A foreign city, dear you

Just as he was talking, a motorcycle slowly drove over from the opposite side. The rider was dressed in the clothes of a gas company, and a gas tank was hung on each side of the motorcycle.

Apparently a gas deliveryman.

"Hello, is this gas delivered to my house?" Ye Lian stopped the gas delivery person.

After checking the address with Ye Lian, the man said, "It belongs to your family."

"Why didn't you send it up? Did you take it back?" Ye Lian asked doubtfully.

"We won't give it to floors above the fifth floor." The man riding on the motorcycle said expressionlessly.

"Isn't it? Then you all sent it up before?" Ye Lian asked again strangely.

"It used to be the past, but now the business is too busy, and sending people to the fifth floor is too tiring and time-consuming." The man was still a little impatient.

Hey.

It was the first time that Ye Lian saw a gas delivery person shouting that he was tired.

"Then you mean you want me to move it myself?" Ye Lian said patiently.

"Yes. If you move it by yourself, I will go back and bring it to you downstairs, otherwise I will leave." After the man finished speaking, he looked at Ye Lian and then at Teacher Xie.

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Ye Lian said helplessly: "Forget it. You can go."

The man stopped talking and started to drive away on his motorcycle.

Upon seeing this, Teacher Xie quickly stopped him and said, "If you send them all here and then take them back, wouldn't it be for nothing? Go back and go back, and send them downstairs."

Hearing what Teacher Xie said, the man started his motorcycle, turned around, and drove towards the place where Ye Lian rented.

Teacher Xie trotted behind.

Ye Lian hesitated for a moment and then ran forward.

Soon we arrived at the downstairs where Ye Lian rented a house.

The man unloaded a gas tank from the motorcycle and placed it on the ground.

Teacher Xie grabbed the mouth of the gas tank and was about to lift the gas tank on his shoulder.

“Mr.

"It's okay. Aren't you still waiting to make lunch?" Teacher Xie said.

"We can get fast food." Ye Lian said, although she doesn't like fast food.

"Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry." The person delivering the gas didn't deliver it himself, but instead urged it.

Teacher Xie stopped talking. He grabbed the mouth of the tank with one hand and the bottom of the tank with the other, and used all his strength to lift the gas tank onto his shoulder.

Ye Lian looked at Teacher Xie nervously, fearing that he would make a mistake.

Can a gentle man who stands on the podium every day be able to carry a gas tank?

Fortunately, Teacher Xie carried the gas tank firmly on his shoulders.

Ye Lian hurriedly paid for the gas and followed Teacher Xie.

In the past, Ye Lian had never thought about how much a tank of gas weighed while watching people from the gas company deliver gas upstairs.

Now looking at Teacher Xie carrying a can of gas for her, leaning forward and walking heavily, she felt that the can of gas must be very heavy.

The trouble is that we have to go to the fifth floor.

Ye Lian was really sweating in her heart. She couldn't afford it if something went wrong.

When we got to the third floor, Teacher Xie was obviously out of breath and his white T-shirt was wet with sweat.

Halfway up the third floor, at the bend of the stairs, Teacher Xie stumbled. Ye Lian was so frightened that she shouted "Be careful!" while instinctively stretching out her hands to catch it.

She didn't think about it at all. If the gas tank really fell, the strength of her hands would be of no help.

Teacher Xie steadied his steps, looked back at Ye Lian's anxious look, and smiled.

He comforted Ye Lian and said, "It's okay. I just didn't have a steady foot."

Finally, I successfully climbed to the fifth floor, and the door to my home was open.

Ye Lian quickly walked forward, fending off Lanshan and Lanshan's grandma who were coming towards her, and pointed out the location of the kitchen to Teacher Xie.

Teacher Xie came to the kitchen and put down the gas tank on his shoulder. The white shoulders were wrinkled and dirty.

Without taking any time to rest, he bent down and unscrewed the valve of the empty gas tank in the kitchen, replaced it with the gas tank he had just brought up, tightened it firmly, stood up again, and turned on the switch of the gas stove.

A circle of blue flames shot out.

"Okay." Teacher Xie said.

"Thank you, thank you, it's really hard for you." Ye Lian looked at the sweat beads on Teacher Xie's forehead and was very grateful.

Lanshan was very happy to see Teacher Xie and kept calling "Uncle Xie".

Teacher Xie responded kindly and patted his little head.

Grandma Lanshan didn’t understand why.

She politely poured a glass of water from a disposable cup and handed it to Teacher Xie, saying, "It's Teacher Xie, right? Thank you for your hard work, Teacher."

Then he asked Ye Lian: "Why did Teacher Xie bring the gas?"

Ye Lian simply explained.

"The teachers at your school are so nice. The two big packages of sausages were given by a teacher at your school, right? Today, the teacher helped carry the gas."

"It's the same teacher, Teacher Xie." Ye Lian smiled.

Teacher Xie nodded politely, confirming that Ye Lian's words were correct.

Grandma Lanshan is a person who is used to being polite.

Although she had met Teacher Xie once, this was her first time dealing with him. She took a stool and asked Teacher Xie to sit down, and also asked Teacher Xie to stay for dinner.

Teacher Xie said that he was going down and would give the empty can to the gas delivery person.

"That's really hard on you." Ye Lian was no longer polite. The house was messy and crowded, and she was embarrassed to let Teacher Xie stay at home too long.

There wasn't much time to rest at noon, it had already taken up so much of his time, and she didn't want to waste his time anymore.

So, Teacher Xie carried the gas tank and walked downstairs amidst Grandma Lanshan's polite voice.

Grandma Lanshan looked at Teacher Xie's back getting lower and lower on the stairs, and then looked at Ye Lian. There was a trace of suspicion in her eyes that Ye Lian couldn't detect.

But she said no more and was busy cooking.

Ye Lian stood at the door.

Teacher Xie could no longer see him and could only hear footsteps.

Thanks to Teacher Xie today.

But if the gas cannot be delivered to your door in the future and you have to carry it yourself, it will be more troublesome.

Cao Xueqian is usually away from home, so he can't bother Teacher Xie all the time.

Thinking about this, Ye Lian took out her mobile phone. She wanted to call the gas company to find out what happened. As a result, someone from the gas company responded and said that there was no such thing as no door-to-door delivery for orders above the fifth floor. The company did not allow employees to make excuses for not delivering services to high floors.

I bet the gas delivery guy was cheating, but Teacher Xie's hard work was in vain.

Ye Lian regretted a little. If she could have called earlier to confirm, she would not have to thank the teacher for her hard work.

I wonder if his white T-shirt can still be washed clean?

It seems that I need to prepare the phone number of a gas company. If this one doesn't work, I'll have to find another one, so I don't have to bother Teacher Xie.

It would be great if Qian was at home. He didn't have to bother others if he had any heavy physical work. If Qian knew that it was Teacher Xie who was behind the scenes, would he care?