In the past two days, the construction site has been urging tightly, and the contractor has come to urge twice today, and has given a death order, and all the 'inner powder' on this floor (note: the internal walls of the building are leveled with sand and plaster) must be completed within three days. Chen Dali led a group of seven or eight people to work in full swing, and even Lu Shanmin, a handyman, was arranged to 'beat the bar' (note: the first process of applying sand and plaster to the wall). The wrinkles on Luo Zhixuan's face deepened a lot, and there was a bit of panic and uneasiness in his sorrow, and his expression was inexplicably nervous, just like Lu Shanmin did something wrong when he was a child and was afraid of being discovered by his grandfather.

When everyone was working hard, three or four men in security uniforms walked in, led by a middle-aged security guard with a photo in his hand, as soon as he came in, he looked at the photo carefully one by one, everyone didn't understand what these security guards were doing here, Chen Dali stood on a simple shelf made of wooden strips, and held an ash tray (a tool for applying walls) and a gray knife (a tool for covering walls), and was about to ask what was going on. The security guard led by pointed to Luo Zhixuan, who was carrying a bucket of sand ash, and shouted. "Come here".

The sand ash bucket in Luo Zhixuan's hand fell to the ground with a 'bang', and the mortar was scattered all over the ground, the whole person's face turned pale, and his legs couldn't help trembling.

A security guard led by him walked over, grabbed Luo Zhixuan's hand, and carefully looked at the wrinkled face in front of the photo in his hand. Then he beckoned to the two security guards behind him, "That's him." As he spoke, he was about to pull Luo Zhixuan out.

Chen Dali and Luo Zhixuan are fellow villagers, and they are still in the same village, pushing up a few generations, and there is a bit of kinship, if you count it according to generations, Chen Dali has to call him 'uncle'. It is precisely because of this that he has been taking care of him all these years, otherwise, with his current age, there would be no construction site willing to accept him at all.

Luo Zhixuan jumped off the shelf in displeasure and looked at a few security guards coldly.

"What are you doing here, why are you arresting people for no reason"?

Seeing this, several other workers put down their tools one after another and surrounded the three security guards in the middle.

"If you don't make it clear, don't try to take people away casually."

The security guard led by him had a calm face, but he was not afraid of this group of migrant workers at all, and handed the photo in his hand to Chen Dali, "Take a look for yourself."

Chen Dali snorted coldly, took the photo, and Lu Shanmin and a group of people also leaned over, wanting to see what was on the photo. When everyone saw the rickety figure, gray hair, and a circle of cables on the emaciated shoulders from the photo, they were all stunned.

The security guard sneered and said: "This is a photo printed out of the surveillance screen, in recent days, the material department has frequently reacted to the lack of cables for no reason, and ordered our security department to investigate, yesterday I personally installed surveillance cameras in various dead corners, and I was afraid that the thief would not come again, but I didn't expect this old boy to be really brave, and he dared to come again yesterday after a few days."

Chen Dali's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he looked at Luo Zhixuan in disbelief, Luo Zhixuan's face was ashamed, he lowered his head in frustration, and he didn't dare to touch Chen Dali's eyes, his expression told everyone that he was the thief.

Chen Dali was full of grief and indignation, threw away the photo in his hand, and roared almost roaringly, "Luo Zhixuan, are you fucking crazy? You are the most fucking honest person in the village, you used to not even steal a single green onion of your mother in the village, do you fucking know that you are not losing your face alone, you are losing the face of our entire village, and you are losing the face of thousands of migrant workers, do you fucking know why the people in the city look down on us, saying that we are of low quality, because of people like you."

Luo Zhixuan cried, a sixty-two-year-old man, a man with gray hair, crying like a wronged child.

The two security guards almost walked out with Luo Zhixuan on their feet, because his legs were weak and he couldn't take that heavy step.

Lu Shanmin's heart was sour, his eyes turned red slightly, he knew why Luo Zhixuan wanted to steal the cable. Looking at the trembling back of the rickety, a line of tears flowed out unconsciously. Since he was sensible, Lu Shanmin can't remember the last time he cried, but this time he cried, he knew that he would probably be difficult to forget in his life.

At lunchtime, a group of people walked out of the building in great frustration, as if Luo Zhixuan's behavior not only lost his face, but also lost his own face, and two of the workers were full of resentment and scolded Luo Zhixuan.

A group of people had just walked a few steps when a loud bang sounded behind them, and dust was raised one after another, blocking everyone's view.

Everyone turned around, and when the dust gradually cleared, what a freehand abstract ink splash painting. The bright red blood stains were mottled in the earth, and the blood-red flowers of different sizes and shapes bloomed on the stones, and the flowers became more and more dense along the sparse flowers on the periphery, and at the end of the flowers, there was a man lying unrecognizable, and the painter could only be vaguely identified from the gray hair.

Chen Dali's group of people rushed over frantically, Lu Shanmin stood not far away lightly, and knelt down slowly, this is the first person Lu Shanmin knelt down in addition to his grandfather, he deserves this kneeling, this thief in the eyes of others, in his eyes, is the greatest father in the world.

Chen Dali, a tough guy in his fifties, hugged Luo Zhixuan's corpse and cried bitterly, "Lao Yang, I killed you, if it weren't for my bastard words, you wouldn't have jumped off the building."

The next day, Luo Zhixuan's son arrived in the East China Sea, and Lu Shanmin saw him from a distance, wearing clean and decent clothes and gold-rimmed glasses. The first thing he did when he went to the East China Sea was not to cremate Luo Zhixuan, but to go to the construction site to make a big noise and ask for compensation. Listening to Chen Dali, because Luo Zhixuan committed suicide by jumping off the building, it did not belong to the scope of work-related injuries, and there was theft before, and in the end he only paid 400,000 yuan. After Luo Zhixuan's son got the money, he left the East China Sea with Luo Zhixuan's urn.

I chatted with Luo Zhixuan before and heard him mention it, saying that most of him has been cut into the ground, and there is nothing to do in this flower world, there are only two wishes, one is to buy a house for his son, and the other is to return to the roots. Now, both of his wishes have come true.

Dedicated to our great father in this chapter, this story is a slight exaggeration, but it is by no means made up out of thin air. Our fathers may be dignitaries, or they may be small people, no matter what their status. Their love may be wordless, but it is absolutely selfless. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, while our great father is still alive, drink with him, chat with him, smile more on his face, and speak in a gentle tone. They give a lot, but they really don't want much.