Life on the construction site is very boring every day, the only interesting thing is a period of time before going to bed, some people listen to the radio with a small radio, some people secretly drink with inferior liquor in a water cup, some people play poker together, and of course more people are pulling around.

Wang mute likes to listen, take a shower after work, lie on the bed with his head facing outward, and don't drive it for an hour or hour, at first Qin Luo thought he was asleep, but when it was time to sleep, the thing turned over and turned his head in.

The migrant workers on the construction site are mainly Jiangbei people, but they are not very grouped, and the more active ones are the cousins Wang Dongjian and Wang Qi, whose hometown and Wang Duba are from the same village, and there are some blood relations, but they don't look at the latter at all.

Wang Dongjian is five big and three thick, in his early thirties, delicious, and a first-class good hand at work, his mind is not heavy, and he likes to go straight.

Wang Qi is different, he picks up the lightest at work, picks the biggest steamed buns, is thin, and his eyes are dripping and turning without moving, he is younger than Wang Dongjian, but Wang Dongjian is obedient to him.

For Qin Luo's joining, most of the migrant workers are accustomed to it, after all, this kind of thing happens from time to time, but Wang Qi glanced at Qin Luo from time to time, looking vigilant.

Qin Luo turned a blind eye.

Soon after moving in, he bought a knife and cut pine wood into a thin, straight drumstick. This is what Yang Zhigang has been doing in the play, implying that he misses his mother, because his mother ran with a troupe in the countryside.

Drumsticks are commonly used by troupes.

In addition, he became more and more silent, moving bricks to eat with Wang Mu, smoking alone, and his expression rarely changed.

Not long after Qin Luo moved in, a police officer came to investigate, and a person in the dormitory was directly arrested, saying that he had raped a woman.

When looking at Qin Luo's ID card, the police deliberately asked a few more questions, and the dumb expression of Wang on the side suddenly became a little unnatural, and Qin Luo suddenly understood in his heart.

The police took Qin Luo's knife away and gave a verbal warning.

After lunch the next day, Qin Luo came to Wang Qi's side casually and handed over a Hongta Mountain.

Wang Qi was stunned at first, then took it with a smile and said, "This cigarette is good!"

Qin Luo tugged at the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "There was no grudge in the past, and there is no hatred in the near future, why bother?"

Wang Qi still laughed, as if he didn't refute, and as if he didn't understand anything.

Qin Luo glanced at him again, turned his head and left.

Looking at Qin Luo's back, Wang Qi's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he spat out a mouthful of phlegm contemptuously.

"What does he mean? Why don't I understand?" Wang Dongjian next to him leaned over.

"It doesn't mean anything. Wang Qi's eyes were gloomy.

"Why didn't he hand me a cigarette?" Wang Dongjian looked puzzled.

"Here you go. Wang Qi threw the Hongta Mountain in his hand over.

"Qi Lamb, you're the best!" Wang Dongjian smiled.

Wang Qi was suddenly unhappy, and said: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Qi Lamb when you go out, don't call me Qi Lamb, it sounds like a animal!"

"Then what am I calling you?"

"Qizi, Xiao Qi, Wang Qi, Ah Qi, why not?"

"Hey, I'm still listening to Qi Lamb is good!" Wang Dongjian smiled and leaned back.

Wang Qi said angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

"I remember when we were a kid herding sheep together, leading a flock of lambs. ”

"Don't laugh, can you beat him?" Wang Qi suddenly changed his words.

Wang Dongjian burst into laughter, looked at Qin Luo, clenched his fists fiercely, and said, "I can't beat him!"

The floor construction of the construction site reached the third floor, Qin Luo and the dumb man needed to send the bricks up to supply the master of the wall, there was a migrant worker named Lao Luo, who was the best among all the bricklayers, and the wall was fast and stable.

Whenever he sent bricks to Master Luo, Qin Luo would look at them twice, and sometimes it was time to rest, so he simply watched the other party lay bricks upstairs.

Because of his good craftsmanship, Master Luo was inevitably arrogant, and he was a little disgusted with Qin Luo, a descendant who seemed to steal a master, but fortunately, Qin Luo had a lot of eyesight, and handed the other party a cigarette every time, and the two sides were fine.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Luo had been at the construction site for ten days, and he was resting upstairs again this day, Master Luo glanced at him, and suddenly said, "What kind of afterlife? Why don't you try it?"

"Medium!" Qin Luo extinguished the cigarette in his hand and took the brick knife handed by Master Luo.

First take a brick knife to dig a small half of the mortar plaster, the wrist continues to shake, evenly spread on the brick surface, the left hand picks up the red brick and presses it up, the hand is loosened, the new brick and the wall are neat and tidy, the lime mud just overflows a little, the brick knife is gently scraped, clean.

A series of movements like flowing water, looking pleasing to the eye.

Lao Luo was stupid, he forgot to smoke for a while, he wanted to make Qin Luo retreat, but he didn't expect it......

Dumb people are also stupid.

This brick-moving offspring is a master of bricklaying!

"After ...... Hou Sheng, you are good at this craft!" Lao Luo spoke in a friendly manner, and the craftsman served the craftsman.

"Babble, babble!" said the dumb man excitedly.

"My uncle was a plasterer and had worked with him for a while. Qin Luo made up a lie, but he knew in his heart that it was all the credit of the system, and after staying with Lao Luo for these days, he could finally become a teacher.

"With this skill, you can be a bricklayer, what kind of bricks do you move? Tired like a bear!" Lao Luo scolded angrily, completely forgetting the dumb king on the side.

"I'll go tell the foreman!" Lao Luo was an anxious man, and he went to the foreman after smoking.

The foreman was the middle-aged man wearing a hard hat, and soon he also came to the third floor to watch Qin Luo perform again.

"Be a bricklayer, fifty a day. "The foreman is settled.

This matter soon spread on the construction site, and many people felt that it was a little magical, after all, the brick moving and bricklayer were a little far away, and it was also the craftsmanship that Lao Luo looked at, and the foreman personally nodded, indicating that the silent young man really had two brushes.

"Stupid hanging, what are you doing earlier?" Many red-eyed people scolded Qin Luo like this.

One day in early April, it rained continuously, and many people on the construction site went to the city to play and buy things, which was a very rare holiday for them.

Qin Luo and Wang Dumb didn't go out, one was reading the script and the other was listening to the radio.

Wang Dumb listened to Qin Luo's advice, and also bought a small radio, and often listened to the Songjiang Radio Music Channel, and his face was full of beauty whenever he had a song.

Wang was dumb and looked in his thirties, but in fact, he was not yet thirty, he was not married and had no partner, and he was Wang Qi's cousin according to his generation.

"Uncle Dumb, Uncle Dumb, let's go out with me!" Not long after lunch, Wang Qi suddenly climbed on the top bunk and shook Wang Mute.

Wang was a little dumb, after all, Wang Qi almost ignored him, and then he was a little flattered, babbling and getting out of bed.

"Let's go, uncle, it's absolutely funny!" Wang Qi put his arm around Wang's dumb shoulders affectionately, and when he was about to go out, he said loudly: "Don't I owe you money, uncle?

"Babble, babble!" the mute voice suddenly became louder, but it also faded away.

Qin Luo suddenly had a bad feeling.