I'm not unlucky at all

Originally, Lu Yuan had falsely reported his age before he came to work in Jiangcheng from the countryside, and entrusted a fellow villager who had been in Jiangcheng for several years to help him get an ID card, and it has been in the hands of the foreman ever since.

Song Xing washed his face with clean water and saw the date on the calendar, which was the day when the foreman promised to pay wages every month.

After thinking about it, he got dressed and went to a small outpatient clinic closest to Tongzilou.

It is said to be a small outpatient clinic, but it is actually an unlicensed business. Yuanshen sold sleeping pills here before.

In the outpatient clinic, a middle-aged doctor with a beer bottle thick myopia glanced at Song Xing, "What's wrong?"

Song Xing pointed to the knee of his left leg. The hole in the ripped jeans did not hinder its personality at all, "It was scratched last night, and it seems to be inflamed today."

The middle-aged doctor glanced at Song Xing's leg, "Take medicine or get an injection?"

Song Xing said, "An injection."

After the consultation, the doctor tore off the paper and said, "Take the form and go to the infusion room next door."

Song Xing squinted at the middle-aged doctor's handwriting for a while, and 030 followed along curiously, and became dizzy without thinking about it, "I don't know a single word."

"normal."

Song Xing went out with the list, but the door of the next room was ajar. He knocked on the door and walked in, only to hear the impatient voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Take off your trousers and lie on the bed. You are so serious that you need anesthesia to sew it up."

It was too late to quit, Song Xing heard Suhang's voice in the room, "Oh, please be gentle, I still have a hole in my butt."

The middle-aged woman is the nurse here. She has good ears. When she heard the sound, she turned her head and saw Song Xing standing at the door with a strange expression.

Suhang also followed the woman to look out.

He was lying on the hospital bed in a mess, but his expression was very generous. Seeing that it was Song Xing, he still had the heart to say hello to him, "Little brother Song, good morning."

Song Xing said calmly, "Good morning."

The middle-aged woman lingered between the two of them for a moment with strange eyes, walked to the door and threw Song Xing out of the room, "The line for injections comes in, you go to the front and pay first."

Song Xing was pushed by the woman, and the door closed in front of him, almost touching his nose.

In the room, Suhang was still holding his throat and screaming, it sounded like killing a pig.

Song Xing went to the door and asked the little girl who paid the fee to pay.

The middle-aged doctor gave him a tetanus injection and charged him [-], which was considered a conscience.

The little girl who collected the money had a baby face and looked like a junior high school student.The other person looks ordinary, but he has two small canine teeth when he smiles, he can't stop talking one after another, and he has a very lively temper.

Song Xing listened to the little girl talking for a while, and Suhang limped out of the infusion room, grinning out of shape.

The little girl was not surprised when she saw Suhang, she smiled and said, "Which tough guy did Hang brother fight until dawn last night? There were heavy casualties."

Suhang "spit" her, and pouted at Song Xing, "Little brother Song, it's your turn."

Song Xing nodded, took back the order from the younger sister and went into the infusion room.

The door of the infusion room was closed again, and the bored little money collector suddenly let out a strange "Huh" while holding her chin, and yelled at the back of Suhang who was walking out of the clinic, and said, "Brother Hang, what did you do last night?" Didn’t you really get knocked out by the hunk? The handsome guy just now has the surname Lu, where did Little Brother Song call you?”

Suhang paused, and cut a sentence in a cold voice.

The little girl was a little annoyed, and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't he just a butt seller, pretending to be someone all day long."

Song Xing was given an injection in the arm by a middle-aged nurse in the infusion room. It didn't hurt too much, but he always felt a little swollen.

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning when I got the injection from the small outpatient clinic. 030 smelled the aroma of the breakfast car at the entrance of the alley, and urged Song Xing to buy and eat.

Suhang was standing on the side of the road with a soymilk straw in his mouth. When he saw Song Xing, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your surname is Lu?"

Song Xing later realized that he had made a mistake.

He sold two vegetarian buns on the breakfast cart and handed one to Su Hang, "Sorry, I made a mistake yesterday."

030 felt aggrieved in Song Xing's mind, "Two vegetarian buns can buy one meat bun."

Song Xing said to buy it again at noon.

Suhang didn't understand how someone could mispronounce his name, he thought Song Xing looked down on him, and sneered at Song Xing's apology.

But Song Xing's expression on asking him to eat steamed stuffed buns was too sincere. Suhang took the steamed stuffed buns after smelling the scent, and held his breath in his heart for a long time before extinguishing it, "Forget it, I forgive you."

Song Xing re-introduced, "My name is Lu Yuan."

Suhang ate the buns in two bites, brushed his hair and waved his hands indifferently, "Got it, I'm going to work."

The two didn't get along very well, Song Xing explained the misunderstanding clearly and after eating the steamed stuffed bun, he got on a one-yuan bus and bumped to the construction site where Yuan Chen used to work.

As the sun rose, the temperature in the air could almost melt a person, and Song Xing was sweating from the car ride.

The construction site is called Tomorrow Construction, and there are hundreds of workers working under the sun.

These people's tanned skin is greasy, and the strong smell of sweat on their bodies can make people faint when they get close.

The fellow from the original body was among them, and the other party was Lu Daliu, a small leader under the foreman, who was also the one who helped Lu Yuan get his ID card and took him out of the village.

Lu Daliu pushed a cement truck, wiped his sweat and saw Song Xing, his face was stunned, then he walked quickly to Song Xing and patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's the matter with you kid? You said you asked for leave to see a doctor. Why haven't you seen anyone for ten days and a half months! I can't get through to you, I thought you died and let the dog pick up the body outside."

The rough old man's words are not pleasant, but he still cares about the original body.

Song Xing learned from the memory of the original body that Lu Daliu usually took care of the original body, so he pursed his lips and took out the old mobile phone from his trouser pocket, saying that he had no money to pay the phone bill, and pointed to his left leg and said that his leg was knocked, which is not good go to work.

Lu Daliu lit a cigarette and stuffed it in the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Okay, if you run out of money in the future, you can tell my brother not to starve to death. But your luck is good today, the boss from above came down to inspect , the foreman said that he could settle the wages owed to us in one lump sum.”

It was the first time that Song Xing was said to be lucky in so many years, which was quite strange.

He hurt his leg, and Lu Daliu didn't let him do anything else, so he told him to put on a hard hat and go to the side to cool off, so as not to get in the way of others.

Everyone on the construction site was sweating profusely, and Song Xing was standing in the shade. The gentle appearance of a young man seemed incompatible with the painting style of the construction site.

Song Wenlu sat in the car far away, looking out.

While absently listening to the secretary chattering in his ear about today's itinerary and tomorrow's construction progress, he looked at the young man not far away, feeling a little familiar.

The foreman over there changed into decent clothes and dressed himself like a dog. He came out of the temporary office with a loudspeaker and shouted, "Assemble, assemble!"

Lu Daliu gave Song Xing a wink, and Song Xing patted a few small broken stones that bounced off his clothes, and followed.

The foreman was a short man in his thirties, with a small beard on his lips, a black layer of blue under his eyes, and a gloomy complexion that was not easy to provoke.

He cleared his throat and said to the workers: "The accountant already owes you wages before the accounting office calculates them. Don't worry, everyone, as long as you work hard this morning, you can get the money."

A smile finally appeared on the faces of the workers.

The foreman said again: "Everyone must work harder, no one is allowed to be lazy for me today!"

The workers said in unison: "Good!"

When the group of people dispersed, Lu Daliu curled his lips and whispered to Song Xing, "This little bastard is afraid that someone from above will take the opportunity to make trouble, so he came here to appease the people."

Song Xing said: "It's fine if you can pay the wages."

Lu Daliu sighed: "Who says it's not. But you can't be idle anymore, come on, help my brother move this car brick up."

Song Xing said yes.

The black car slowly drove in against the dust in the construction site, and Song Wenlu watched as the boy and the man next to him filled the truck with bricks, the clean jeans were covered with dust, and the T-shirt became dirty.

Hearing the roar of the car engine, Song Xing straightened up and raised his hands to put on the helmet, revealing a pair of calm eyes.

Song Wenlu was taken aback.

Outside the car, Song Xing couldn't see the man, so he beat his waist and went to work again.

030 has long been aware of the existence of the mission target and told Song Xing that the other party is nearby, but Song Xing's indifference from the beginning to the end made him quite sad: "Xing Xing, this is the so-called passing of fate in your mouths. ?"

Song Xing wiped off his sweat, and said calmly, "Don't worry, we will meet again."

Song Wenlu couldn't fall asleep all night after he confessed his love to Su Xianghe yesterday and was rejected, his whole complexion looked a little gloomy.

The short foreman of the engineering team is a good guy. He lit cigarettes and poured water for Song Wenlu in the office, blowing out the construction quality of the construction site and the work efficiency of the workers.

Song Wenlu didn't like listening to this kind of lip service, so he interrupted the other person irritably, and only asked him, "Do you employ child labor in your engineering team?"

The foreman shook his cigarette-lighting hand, quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. Song, it's nothing to do. Our engineering team is a regular team, and we don't earn that kind of black-hearted money."

Song Wenlu's complexion was very bad, and his tone was not very good: "I just saw a child at your construction site in the car, and he looks very tender."

The foreman rolled his eyes and immediately thought of who the other party was talking about.

He patted his thigh, rummaged through a locked drawer in the office, handed Song Wenlu an ID card with a flattering smile and said, "Mr. Song, you really wronged me, I know who you are talking about, but Although this kid looks a little tender, he is still eighteen years old, if you don't believe me, look at his ID card."

On the right side of the ID card in the foreman's hand was a one-inch head portrait. On the head portrait, the young man's head was a little crooked, and his gaze towards the camera was slightly shrunk when taking pictures. His sallow complexion ruined an overall delicate and handsome face.

Song Wenlu stared at the photo and asked casually, "How long has he been with you?"

The foreman rubbed his hands and recalled: "The engineering team has been here since the beginning of work. It must have been less than half a year, but he asked for leave a while ago and hasn't seen anyone for a few days."

"Oh?"

Song Wenlu was playing with the ID card in his hand, and his eyes scanned the name on it.

After a long while, the man suddenly sneered, unable to hear his happiness or anger.