"Ziang Ang~"

Jiang Cong's hands moved skillfully, and the last port of the bent tube in his hand was polished and flashed with silver light.

He glanced at it and threw it away, and when he was bending down slightly, about to get a new bend in the bamboo basket, he suddenly thought of something, turned back again, and shouted to Yuan Wei on the side: "Look at what time it is." ”

Hearing the voice, Yuan Wei stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look, and nodded. But he didn't look at the time immediately, but after grinding the elbow in his hand, he stood up and took out his mobile phone to check the time.

"Hey, it's 10:40, I think we can get off work. ”

"Let's go. Jiang Cong said, turning off the machine by the way.

"Let's go......" Peng Qiao cheered on the other side, directly threw the elbow that had ground two ports back into the frame, and turned off the machine.

After a brief tidying, they left their posts at the same time and met in the middle.

When they walked to the door, they turned around and greeted Lao Xiang according to the usual practice: "Fellow, let's get off work together." ”

Lao Xiang raised his head in a daze, grinned at them, showed a mouth full of white teeth, and shook his head.

"Then we'll get off work first. The three teenagers turned around and walked out of the door completely, leaving Lao Xiang to prop up the factory alone.

Time is a very magical thing, in the first two days, Lao Xiang shouted at them to get off work, and after three days, they shouted Lao Xiang to get off work.

Now they can go to work at will, and they have completely achieved the casual commuting that Lao Li introduced to them when they first came......

may be too casual, Lao Li can't stand it a little, and he started calling them to get up the morning before yesterday and has been shouting until today......

And today it is even more exaggerated, even the factory owner was shocked!

Standing by the well, they took their masks and began to slap on their bodies. This is the iron filings that fall on the clothes, and the iron filings that are absorbed in the masks.

To a certain extent, the winning factory is stingy, and they are reluctant to give such an important protective tool, so that they have to dispose of it themselves after work so that they can continue to use it.

As for the protective glasses, it would be nice to wipe them, so they were still hung on the machine.

They helped each other to pat and pat, and after consciously patting about the same, they began to shake the water and wash their faces.

Protective glasses and masks, those predecessors were reluctant to use, in addition to being very uncomfortable to wear, but also because they were useless at all, which were gradually eliminated and forgotten.

For example, their faces at this time, the places that should be black are black, the places that should be white are white, and there are a circle of marks around the eye sockets!

With so many drawbacks, it's no wonder they're abandoned.

But the argument for their continued use is that it can be prevented, even if the effect is not obvious.

Young people, there are more concerns!

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"If you are like you, you can't afford to be bad, it's hard for you......"

"If you can afford the sting, the more you ...... the night"

In the tape recorder, it was still a cassette of dawn, because most of it was a big song. For example, this song becomes more and more organic the more night it goes, in a closed room, under the rendering of maximum volume, the feeling is really boiling.

Although I can't understand the lyrics when I don't read them, I can only vaguely know what the lines are based on memory.

This is Jiang Cong's tape, which he is almost used to hearing, so he lies on the bed, nodding his head gently, and his reaction is relatively flat.

Peng Qiao sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on his thighs, his body swaying to the rhythm and his fingertips flicking, and humming softly in his mouth, very intoxicated.

Yuan Wei is stir-frying, and life and entertainment are not wrong. He holds a spatula in his hand, and after stir-frying in the pot a few times, he will take it out of the iron pot and dance in the air, his body swaying to the tune.

It was at this time that someone suddenly knocked on the door, perhaps it should be described as a knock on the door, which startled all three of them.

Coming back to their senses, the three teenagers glanced at each other, and Yuan Wei asked out loud, "Who?"

"We live next door, can you open the door?" said the man outside the door.

Listening to this tone, it seems that the person who came is not alone, but the key question is, what is the other party here for?

Although they had been here for five or six days, and were about the same age next to each other, it seemed like they should have talked, but they had never actually spoken to each other except for a conversation or two on the first day.

Yuan Wei was at a critical juncture, and he couldn't leave, and he didn't bother to walk away, so he made a look.

When Peng Qiao and Jiang Cong saw it, they stood up and jumped out of bed. The former ran to open the door, and the latter stopped after taking two steps.

There was a click, which was the impact of the pin when it was pulled out.

There was a squeak, and the door was opened.

Outside the door stood three young men, their faces slightly dark, but they looked clean. Their outer clothes were covered with a lot of oil, which should have been used as work clothes, because it could be seen that it was accumulating over time.

The person at the front was slightly taller, about the same level as Peng Qiao, and he looked a little handsome. He is said to be tall because his two companions are not tall and are contrasted. At this time, it seems that Peng Qiao should appear a little higher, because the ground in the room is originally higher than the ground outside.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Peng Qiao politely and detachedly, with a natural smile on his face.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that your singing voice is a little loud and noisy, can it be a little smaller?" The handsome little guy in the lead also laughed, and didn't look in with a probe, but he knew where the tape recorder was, and reached out and pointed inside.

"Ahh

Jiang Cong took two steps forward, looked at the three people outside the door, and recognized the person behind the right who was the person who had spoken to them briefly in front of the door.

Yuan Wei turned over two shovels in the pot, nodded lightly to Peng Qiao, and his free hand reached out to the tape recorder and toggled the scroll wheel to control the volume.

As if the deafening tone faded away, Peng Qiao said immediately: "Sorry, I'm sorry." ”

When the other three saw that their goal had been achieved, the leader nodded slightly, and when his face was solemn, when he turned around and walked back, a smile floated from the corner of his mouth.

Peng Qiao's brows furrowed, he took a step forward, stepped out of the door, and looked at the man's side ear, looking thoughtful.

The dishes in the pot were at a critical juncture, Yuan Wei didn't have time to get distracted, but Jiang Cong noticed the abnormality, took two steps forward and stepped out of the door, looked out, didn't see anything abnormal, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Peng Qiao pursed his lips and did not answer his question, but as if talking to himself, he muttered, "Why did they have three people?"

"Probably to be brave, there are three of us. Jiang Cong replied nonchalantly.

So the smile he had when he left was not friendly, but ...... Contempt?" Peng Qiao said.

"What are you talking about? Jiang Cong felt inexplicable and couldn't help but look at the ceiling.