all things

It is never a trivial matter that a construction accident kills a person, but so many people saw it at the scene, and there were one more witnesses, one more and one more, and they were thinking about leaving early. He didn't know what kind of responsibility the excavator master or other construction workers would be held accountable if the matter was taken over, but it would not be particularly serious if there was no bleeding.

The child's father is the head of Party A who came here to deal with things temporarily. He was wearing a high-quality suit, leather shoes, shirt and tie. He didn't wear a helmet when he was in a hurry to run out. Thank you, and said that we will go to the project office together so that we can give him some reward.

When the man spoke, his nostrils were turned upwards and his eyes were squinting. He had a condescending attitude, which was a bit too much. Mr. Bian has his own temper. It's not that the migrant workers here who are paid their wages don't deserve to be treated in this way.

So he shook the sand and soil under his feet, raised his chin and smiled lightly, "The reward will be waived, I know your boss is not short of money, but, if you have this spare money, why don't you find a nanny to take good care of this child?" After all, this is not a nursery—” He pointedly glanced at the young woman behind the man who was hurriedly wiping the child’s face and hands, “This money will be used as a new babysitter for my little brother! You’re welcome Ah you!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at the other person's expression, turned around and waved his hand gracefully, and walked out the door.

He walked all the way like a rainbow with wind under his feet, until he reached the side of the main road, he slowed down and took a few steps.The pavement paved with red bricks was loosened and cracked by the roots of the kapok tree, and the gaps in the roadway were opened. The cement pouring was always unable to withstand the vitality of years of tireless work. Someone poured a ladle of water under the curb, and the sky was reflected on the beach. clean.

Today's weather is very good, the winter sun is blue and the sky is clear, so that after he shakes his head and shakes off a dandruff-like sand, he suddenly feels unreal.

what am i doinghe thinks.

Skipped class, ran halfway across the city, had a fight with a kitchen knife heroine, and when he was about to be caught, he abandoned him and ran to rescue a child, and rolled on the construction site in the old city. Circle and circle...

What is the picture of this?He spread his five fingers and looked at the blood-stained wounds criss-crossed with fine sand and gravel.

Just like what he said to Wei Xihuai, even if his father was sentenced, he was not wronged. Flies don't bite seamlessly. He still remembers the piles of paper that fell in front of him during the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremony of a certain year. Money, he was so frightened that his legs were weak, but before that, it was clear that he hadn't known how many times similar things had happened before that, so the old man could not change his face.You walk a lot at night, so if you meet a ghost, just recognize it!

And Chen Wentong, his father meant to protect Chen Wentong, because that represented his biological mother's Chen family, and it also represented a gesture of favor to the local forces in the city.

But in order to protect Chen Wentong, he lost himself and his family. Did the old side expect this?If there was a chance to start over, would he still be willing to wipe Chen Wentong's ass like this?

Speaking of the Chen family, he couldn't help but think of the vague figure he called his mother.

His mother died when he was six years old, but she had already been taken away by the Chen family for treatment before that. Zhenhua said that it was his fault that he wanted to get close to the Chen family. Wisdom is still early, how many things can you remember?Although he stubbornly left her a "mother" place in his heart, he still couldn't resist the force majeure of natural laws and physiological functions. The radiant and perfect woman in his heart was not so much what he left behind when he was a child. Memory, might as well be a conjecture imposed by him subjectively.

Sometimes he thinks that he probably misses her, but that kind of nostalgia, without the running-in of rice, oil and salt, and the smoke and fire of the world, can only achieve a kind of almost exaggerated flawlessness.

He thought, if she was still there, how would she deal with Bian Zhenhua's impure and unjust fall?

The wallet was lost in his schoolbag and he didn't bring it out. He rummaged through his trouser pockets to get the change left over from buying cigarettes to make up enough yuan, so he could only pick up the one-yuan non-air-conditioned bus.The city's urban construction is too poor, the motorcycle army has almost occupied most of the city's traffic, there are few people traveling by bus, and the public facilities are not perfect, let alone now at noon, thinking about waiting for more than half an hour, a car The No. [-] bus was late.

He was in such a mess all over his body. His white school uniform sweatpants had long been so dirty that he couldn't see his original color. His jacket was basically the kind that could be thrown away when he went home. The sound of sand falling from the body, when the coin was inserted, the bus driver's X-ray-like eyes stared at and scanned the handful of small change accumulated from ten and twenty cents.

There were not many people on the bus, and there were empty seats everywhere. As he thought about getting on the bus in ruins, the passengers all stared at him closely, and there was a tendency to move their seats as soon as he approached.

Thinking of seeing his own distress from the reflection of the car window, he gave up his seat, grabbed the ring and stuck it on the rear door, keeping a distance from those lonely passengers.

It has become a history for Mr. Bian to go out in a 360-degree all-round way without dead ends. Not to mention that those people just now regarded him as a foreign worker moving bricks on the construction site. If this continues, he himself will believe this evil!

The bus wobbled all the way, and the suspension rings were pulled and creaked. When he arrived at the station, he couldn't wait to jump down and rushed home to take a shower and change clothes.

Most of the things in the house were taken away, and there was a desolate silence when it was empty. Shen Yunjia was at home, the bedroom door was closed, and he had probably taken a lunch break. The pots and pans on the dining table were for him. Even though he hasn't eaten at home for a long time, she still maintains the previous habit, regardless of whether he eats or not, the food is kept every day anyway.

While he was about to take a shower, he entered the room with his bare upper body covered in cold air. He usually has sprains and bruises when he plays ball and runs. There is a simple medicine kit in his room. Once the bandages, cotton and alcohol came out, he pointed at The mirror treated his own wounds, his hands and feet were easy to deal with, but the tricky position behind him made him difficult, his lunch break was limited, he hadn't eaten yet, and he had to arrive at school before two o'clock, so he had to pick himself up in the end The place within reach was simply dealt with, and the rest was randomly wrapped in bandages twice. The bruises all over his body were quite irritating, and he couldn't help but frown.

Even though he was in a hurry, it was almost two o'clock after the processing. He hurried out, glanced at the dining table before leaving, hesitated, and finally grabbed two pancakes and left the door.

Yu Jinle entered the classroom at [-]:[-]. As soon as Chen Miaomiao saw him, she went up to him and grabbed him aside.

"Hey, Jin Le, I remember that you participated in the city's comic exhibition in August, right?"

"Yeah." Yu Jinle has been participating for two or three years in a row. It used to be purely a hobby. When he first joined, he was inevitably excited. But after entering high school, the pressure of schoolwork has made him too busy to take care of himself, so naturally he has no extra energy. to take care of others.

"I saw your paintings when I went there. The colors and themes are fine!" Chen Miaomiao explained her intentions, "Isn't the Chinese New Year coming soon? My cousin and his company are temporarily going to publish a corporate-themed brochure , used at the end of the year, my sister asked me to try it, but now it’s the end of January, and the end of the term is coming soon, I can’t take care of it by myself, are you interested in joining me?”

Yu Jinle's first reaction after hearing this was to shake his head, "No, no, I won't—"

Chen Miaomiao is an art student. It is understandable that her sister asked her to do this job, but what is he?

"Where can I paint? I can't even adjust the colors!" He said, "Where is Wang Jingjing? She can do it, right?"

"Hey! Can I let her go!" Chen Miaomiao slapped her thigh, "There are nine in total, and I can only get three at most. Including Jingjing, there is only one more, so I will count on you, how about it?"

Wang Jingjing is their second-level art director. It's not surprising that Chen Miaomiao found her, but what's the matter with him?

"Stop, sister, I really can't do it. You asked me to draw a draft and a sketch and said I could try it, but you want a whole set of illustrations, which are still commercial, and I can't draw them." He raised his hand in surrender, " Really can not--"

"I'll pay you!" Chen Miaomiao winked at him.

Yu Jinle was taken aback.

Chen Miaomiao immediately struck while the iron was hot, "You all know that it's commercial, how can you get less reward! Look, there are opportunities to perform and earn some pocket money, so go?"

Yu Jinle pursed her lips, feeling quite troubled.

It cannot be denied that the remuneration moved his heart. He now depends on his family for food, lodging and expenses. His father earns hard money and is tied to the store from the beginning to the end of the year. I often run up and down to deliver goods by myself in order to save 30 to [-] yuan in handling money.Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible to give him much freedom to spend money. The pocket money given to him by the family is probably only enough for his most basic monthly expenses of stationery and books. There are no more, and now he has to keep a mobile phone, and every time he wants to talk to him, he has to pinch the time and bill it...

In terms of spending money, he seems to have never been rich, if he can have income...

The two of them were standing in the corridor, thinking that he saw it as soon as they entered the school gate. The round-inch hair shaved close to the scalp was the most in line with the school regulations of "no sideburns or eyebrows", but it matched him no longer raised The corners of the mouth and the deliberately lowered eyebrows outline a rigid and unruly look.

The uniform style of the school's white-bottomed red-edged sportswear paired with the most common white sneakers, he was the only student among the group of students who entered the door on time, without a schoolbag, and walked in the door leisurely with his hands in his pockets, because there was no school badge card I was caught, and was stopped by the classmates on duty to register.

Thinking that after the accident at home, Yu Jinle rarely saw him wearing those flamboyant basketball boots, but this pair of pure white Air Force One was seen every day.Thinking about the time when he no longer greeted a large group of people and went to the back door, Yu Jinle didn't know what was going on in his house, and only occasionally heard Zhang Hongkuan mention that the property must be handed over.

He glanced at Chen Miaomiao again. The girl's eyes were earnest, as if she had 12 expectations for him, and she almost didn't have star eyes.

"I'm really not good at color." He confessed honestly, "I'm very interested, but I guess I can't do it."

Chen Miaomiao was a little anxious, "If you're interested, it's time. I saw your exhibited works and thought it was very good! You just follow that..."

"It was painted before, and it wasn't for exhibition at all." No matter what, Yu Jinle always lacked affirmation of himself, and he couldn't hide these problems from Chen Miaomiao, who came here wholeheartedly to invite painting, "After high school, Except for the blackboard newspapers in the class, I haven’t touched a pen for a long time, and I even take care of the drafts of the blackboard newspapers, you know that.”

"Then, how about..." Chen Miaomiao looked at him and tried to say, "What about the color, let me help you...?"

Yu Jinle hesitated, because he didn't quite understand why she had so much confidence in him.

Finally he sighed, "Let me think about it again, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."